My hat is a raindrop; your argument is invalid

one thing i will say is that yes i occasionally rec fics but i am not a fic rec blog in the sense that sadly i do not have enough time to read enough. it’s always best to go with such a request to rec blogs like @aziraphales-library or @aziraphales-hidden-gems

that being said…. immediately contradicting myself…. have some recs:

willing, not able (G, 2.8k): desperate, tender 1941 kiss… i have read this several times, the emotions are EVERYTHING

phersu (M, 104k): one of the most underrated fics to me, length vs kudos wise. aziraphale and crowley are both tasked with influencing a young nero. the pining is off the charts. this fic will stab you 23 times and you will say thank you

the sandford flower show (E, 46k): crowley has repressed his feelings so long… and suddenly a flower show gives him a glimmer of hope. “Eve had looked at the apple from all angles before she'd taken the best bite of her life.” i MEANNNN

that’s not what i asked (G, 1.3k): pining while kissing: these two idiots can do it

maybe someday (G, 7k): aziraphale decides it’s up to him to go faster. oh the miscommunication. the PINING. putting the idiots in ineffable idiots. stretched out suffering and heartbreak… and so well written too

parlay (G, 2.3k): they meet on the high sees. “Crowley's hand moves, slowly, sinuously, across the space between them, and, with cautious movements, first his fingertips and then his knuckles and then his palm, he slips his way under Aziraphale's hand and holds on. Gently. Slowly. The opposite of a serpent striking.”

break the rules (G, 1.4k): crowley is obsessed with aziraphale’s new beard…. yearns to touch it…. beardziraphale nation, rise!

a lighthouse (burning) (M, 108k): they meet at a lighthouse. such a special atmosphere, such a tender love between crowley and aziraphale, and such an imaginative, impressive plot. and an amazing first kiss

the least eligible bachelor (E, 37k): dating show fic with so much mutual pining. aziraphale is cast as the bachelor, tasked by heaven. “Not that I ever imagined — but if I had imagined my, well, my first… kiss,” Aziraphale says, “It wouldn’t have been like this. With some random human fellow. All for, oh you know, for the cameras. As some sort of cinematographic show that they wish to sell in as many countries as possible.” (self rec… sue me)

@ people feel free to add your own

failed magic trick

Crowley: Care to explain the horror show in your fridge?

Aziraphale: Well, I’m sure I’ve mentioned upstairs has been rather cracking down on miracles of late -  and I’ve been practicing that trick, you know the one with the finicky compartments and such- and- well- it’s possible I might have been a tad heavy handed closing it and that he might have got a bit, well…smooshed I suppose. 

Crowley: That doesn’t explain why the unfortunate bird is in your fridge.

Aziraphale: Oh don’t give me that look, I couldn’t bear to leave Lazarus like that, and this way he’ll keep until I’m back under quota. 

Crowley:  Lazarus?

Aziraphale: Well, uh, you see-

lifetime ban from tummy time

do you think any of the patrons looked at zukos scarred face - obviously done by a firebender - and immediately think jet was an asshole? like

jet: hes a firebender!!!!

patrons, thinking about the backstory they concocted for zuko and iroh where their home was invaded by firebenders and they barely survived with their lifes so they could come and have a peaceful life selling tea in a city the war doesnt touch:

daphne and velma, noir style 💜🧡

But It’s Pretty… a Good Omens comic (Part 1)

DYK that's was the point of the game? It was invented by Eleanor Abbott for children hospitalized with polio. The disease would effect mobility among other things so Candyland focused instead on bright colors and engaging illustrations rather than complicated gameplay to encourage the imagination of bedbound children. This post, and this comment, is a testament to Abbots genius in when she made this game.

I am a safety-first creature. Of all arguments against love none makes so strong an appeal to my nature as “Careful! This might lead you to suffering”.

There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness.

But in that casket — safe, dark, motionless, airless — it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.

-CS Lewis, A Grief Observed

Pilots and other transportation workers have absurd hours of service requirements that start your rest period as “the moment you shut the vehicle down” and can be as short as 9 hours in some cases.

Railroad workers have to be available on-call 6 days a week and be ready within two hours notice. They don’t get sick time.

Retail workers have to keep a veneer of politeness against any and all abuse or they can be fired.

Truck drivers get paid by mileage and rarely see pay for shipper or receiver delays.