Don’t worry, I’m not gonna morph violently into a pony blog. The estate just hit me hard in the nostalgia I’ve been churning lately and fixing up the ponies gives me a nice distracted and satisfied peace while sitting through scary medical garbage.
You do all know that I’m the kind of person who loves kittens and rainbows exactly as much as I love bloody bones and tar, though, so
Other news: my brother used all of our mobile data on our shared account this weekend while visiting our mother in the internet black hole, so I am not online during the day at work as I usually am until our data resets on the 4th. It is not because I am dead or anything. I feel the need to mention this because I just had a fucking brain scan and don’t want anyone to panic. So, there’s that.
My eye is still making things difficult. I have to start a digital commission but screens are still the most warped and duplicating things I look at and I’m considering doing everything while wearing an eyepatch. It’s kind of on brand, right? Maybe I can decorate it.
aziraphale’s hands thing is like that because he knows crowley likes looking at them
the manicures are just his version of sneakily flashing a peek of lingerie in public
Alright,
which one of you talented artists is going to draw some Crowley/Ten fanart? my life feels empty without it.
Aziraphale’s pinky ring was a gift from Oscar Wilde and you can’t convince me otherwise.
When we all eventually meet Terry Pratchett in the afterlife we gotta lie to him about the Good Omens series. Like we gotta blow it up.
Neil Gaiman: I made them put in the elephants.
Pratchett: elephants??? We didn’t have elephants??? In the manuscript????
Gaiman: yeah but I fixed it. You’re welcome.
David Tennant: tell him about the jaunty dance numbers.
Gaiman: we were able to have the elephants perform some jaunty dance numbers.
Tennant: I got to ride on one.
Gaiman: he got to ride on one.
Pratchett: ?????








