In this house we hurt our idiots

They had fled from the party and into the grounds. Crowley's hand faintly chilly in his. Through the frost bitten air and their clouds of puffed breath, to the thunder and plash of the fountain. They had, both of them, partaken of rather too much Christmas spirit, but when Crowley had scrambled up onto the ledge Aziraphale had retained enough good sense to tell him no. He had said it whilst chuckling, however, and Crowley had grinned, and he'd known they were done for. The demon had reached out to seize him and missed, caught a handful of coat sleeve with nothing inside, and heaved himself into the water when it slipped from his grasp. Aziraphale remembered trying so hard not to laugh that it ached in the seams of his waistcoat. He recalled Crowley's head breaking surface, a sputter of water that speckled his best pair of trousers, and Crowley’s incoherent noises of annoyance, deficient in vowels.

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A Good Omens "Gay or European?" AMV

Shane is not nothing. Shane is 198 pounds of muscle, strength that Shane has worked for. In the weight room, on the ice, eating whatever balance of protein and fiber the team's nutritionist told him would optimize his body. Shane has legs strong enough to propel him down the ice for three periods plus OT, faster than almost anyone. Maybe even faster than Ilya. He has shoulders firm enough to hold his own when he's checked against the boards.

Ilya's hands dig into the meat of Shane's thighs. Ilya feels every pound.

He knows the "like," he knows this is meant as an analogy (a word he learned from The New Yorker). He does not understand the appeal. He wants to feel Shane in his arms. He wants to know he is there, real and solid. Ilya does not love hockey the way Shane does, but he understands that sharp joy of pushing your body to its limit, of victory, of knowing that you'd earned it.

Ilya cannot earn Shane if he is "like nothing."

Shane is not like nothing. He is not supposed to be nothing. Even when his heaviness has nothing to do with muscle and everything to do with the panic-static that sometimes takes over his brain. That is not nothing either. That is not anything Ilya cannot hold.

I'm doing another prompt with my fellow donkey artists and the pose I'm working on reminds me of this piece I did. It's based on a classical painting called the first kiss of Adam and Eve by Salvador Viniegra.

I managed to doodle something. Yay ;w;