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uncomfortable ds9 confession
I hadn’t realized how much I like Gul Dukat till I watched the “Maquis” episode and I got worried about him jsjdjaojopk
Like,, I don’t find him sexy or smth (jdhfhajiaj) but I think he’s…fascinating.
Wow this show is so good! Can’t wait til I finish it so I can start obsessively watching it all over again from the good ‘ol days in the beginning to fill the inevitable void in my soul and dissapointment the finale will cause me
“Oh, Mr Fell,” Crowley murmured against Aziraphale’s thigh, nipping the soft, plump flesh as he dragged Aziraphale’s trousers farther down, “all for me? You shouldn’t have…”
“You did say, my dear, that you’d like to have some more– ah, diverse playthings, I merely thought–” Aziraphale sounded flustered and uncertain, and Crowley shifted forward on his knees, moving between Aziraphale’s thighs where he rested on the edge of the bed.
Aziraphale’s cunt was a delight.
They’d been discussing it, the past few days, just idly talking about the ways in which they made an effort, and Crowley had just… mentioned it. Sex was one thing, after all, and for them, the actual equipment they had was just an accessory, a piece of the outfit. That was just talk, though.
He hadn’t thought Aziraphale might follow through.
It was like the rest of him: fat and ripe for the squeezing, and with lips so pink that Crowley just had to lean in and lick, dragging a deviously dexterous tongue over the edge of him, feeling Aziraphale yelp and gasp, his thighs quivering as he fell back onto the bed and shoved them a little farther apart.
anyone else ever daydream for 6 hours straight and then after ur just like nah let’s scrap that and do it all again but slightly to the left
my brain: *out of breath* Was that good?!
Me in a beret, taking a long draft from a cigarette and leaning back in my director’s chair: once again, from the top, this time with feeling
Bug of the Day
Thought it was cute that this woolly bear caterpillar (Pyrrharctia isabella) hitched a ride on my shoe while I was out in the yard the other night. Sooo cute that I let it stay there, and promptly forgot about it until I was already in bed. Had no idea where it got off to until today, when I kept feeling this pain in my foot, and found it *inside* my sock. Somehow it crawled inside my sock and went through the wash :-(. Also, for future reference, woolly bears can sting, at least when they are crushed against your skin - I have the red welt on my foot to prove it!
It was a face that didn’t belong in the twentieth century. It was thatched with golden curls which glowed. Michelangelo should have sculpted it.
He probably would not have included the battered sneakers, frayed jeans, or grubby T-shirt, though.
- Neil Gaiman, Terry Pratchett, Good Omens
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