raechelrae
baxernasty asked:
Your eye doin' okay?
ladyyatexel
Since being stabbed, yeah, thanks for asking!
I mean, the spot is still there in my vision, and you can see the blood vessel cluster of red in the side of my eye where they stabbed me, but I no longer feel like there is hot sand stuck in my eyelid.
There’s a blood vessel leaking into my retina according to this latest round of doctors. (this is the latest in a line of shit including, ‘floaters’, ‘optic neuritis’ ‘maybe multiple sclerosis’ and ‘idiopathic intracranial hypertension.’) I’m too young for the issue to be the lifelong kind, apparently, (thank fUuuuck??? holy SHIT???) and they’re pretty confident they’ll be able to totally fix it, but I will have to go get stabbed in the eye on the regular for several months to get things reduced in there. The drug that was jammed into my fucking sclera will be inhibiting the bonkers behavior of my renegade blood vessel and since it has been building since March, it’ll take a few more months to go back the other way and stay there.
But I’m so glad to have someone who said, ‘Oh, yeah, we got this. We’ll make you better. We can give you this treatment!’ instead of, ‘Huh. Are you colorblind? No? Well, it should get better, so, uh, just keep coming back and we will look at it every so often.’
ladyyatexel
onegoregeousghoul
reblog if you were a Good Kid growing up who has unintentionally become a Problem Child due to mental illness getting in the way of being successful/independent
yesterdaysprint
bookshopcelestial
gingerhaole-omens
thegoodomensdumpster
All of your work is so, so charming – the colors you choose, their sweet, funny faces. This is more serious than your cute prompt fills, and it works very well. I love the layout – clean and spare and full of feeling. The last page! Cinematically centered for effect. I love the hatching in the burst of light, the white-out, the broken panel line. They’re each hanging on for dear life, so afraid. I love it with all my heart.
livebloggingmydescentintomadness
ariaste
“You go too fast for me Crowley” is such a killshot of a line that my brain insists on thinking it’s from a fanfiction. That was written by an archiveofourown user named StarSky23 in a one chapter fic with 150,000 words. There’s no way they actually had him say that and still didn’t let them hold hands on that park bench
aziraxiv
kittyhazelnut
While I’m certainly not debating the fact that Aziraphale is a moron, does anybody else feel like the whole “pop over to Paris dressed like an aristocrat to eat crepes” was just a little too moronic? He could have easily miracled himself out of those chains and escaped. Maybe he would have gotten a reprimand, but wouldn’t that be better than explaining to his superiors he’d gotten discorporated in pursuit of brioche?
(If he even did get a reprimand, considering he miracles his clothes a second later without seeming to worry about it.)
Like, to me it sounds like exactly the kind of scheme a moron would dream up to get his equally moronic husband to pay attention to him, basically sending up a flare and screaming into a megaphone “OH NO I’M IN TROUBLE… I DO SO WISH THAT SOMEONE WOULD RESCUE ME AND THEN GO TO LUNCH WITH ME IN PARIS.”
I mean, look at his face. He looks delighted, but he does not look actually surprised. That looks like a nonbinary entity saying to himself “It worked.”
(x)
That’s the fucking holy ancient being equivalent of dropping a hankercheif
This is Aziraphale’s bend and snap
Reblogging for that last fucking comment
I haven’t even seen the show but this is fucking great
@kittyhazelnutwashere , Watch the show. It’s worth it.
I finally watched it and holy shit it really looks like this is what he was thinking
Is that what love is?
neil-gaiman