The place I throw things when company comes over

"is this too cliche?" who cares? bro, write what you have fun writing. stuff your manuscript full of your favourite tropes. the same themes you love. all inspired by things you grew up with. do it all. go off. load. it. up. be freeeee

Day two: Naked Man Friend

‘Ding!’ The bell rang as Nina and Maggie walked into the bookshop.

“Coming!” Aziraphale shouted, closing his book and getting up from his desk in the backroom. “What can I- Oh! Hello Maggie, Nina. Do you need something?” He grinned at them, locking his hands together behind him.

“Well, since everything happened so quickly after you came back, we never got to congratulate your return. So we just wanted to say welcome back.” Maggie started with a bright smile.

“She wanted to say welcome back. I just wanted to thank you for taking Crowley back. All he ever did while you were gone was complain, and cry, and get drunk. And I had to deal with his dumbass.” Nina corrected.

Aziraphale gave a short chuckle, “I’m sorry you had to deal with that. I know how Crowley can be.” A door slammed shut upstairs. “Speak of the devil.”

“Angel! What did you do with my pants?” He shouted.

“You don’t have to yell, Crowley, I’m just downstairs- and why would I have your pants?” Just as Aziraphale answered, Crowley tripped down the spiral staircase only in boxers.

“Well you- oh. Guests.” He stopped and stood next to the angel, leaning on his shoulder.

Aziraphale looked over at him, blushing. “Wh- …Why aren’t you wearing any clothes? It’s the middle of the day!”

“Is it really?” He looked up at a clock on the wall, “Well I’ll be damned.”

“Can’t you just miracle your clothes on or something? You’re standing practically naked in the middle of my bookshop, in broad daylight!” Aziraphale said, “It’s like the Jim situation all over again, except I’m pretty sure everyone on this street thinks we’re together.” He shoved him back towards the staircase, earning a few snickers from Maggie.

“Aren’t we?” Crowley looked back at him.

“Well, yes, but that’s not the point.”

“Then what is the point?..”

“The point is for you to go get dressed!” Aziraphale gave Crowley a kiss, then sent him back upstairs. “I am terribly sorry about that, now where were we-“ Nina and Maggie were already gone.

Mermay Day 1: Prehistoric

Mermaid inspired by a parexus (extinct fish). Let's see how far into mermay i can get!! I'm pumped.

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Day 2 of mermay!

merman Ravio is an anglerfish! with Sheerow being a lil dumbo octopus!

cecaelia deku doodles ft. little fisherman bakugou

part my cecaelia au

GUYS GUYS GUYS IT’S MERMAYYYYY! YAYYYYYY

They’re back

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"Guy" and "man" have different connotations with adjectival nouns. Like "tree guy" = arborist but "tree man" = he lives in a tree, or maybe he is a tree.

Can you imagine suing Boeing and coming home to find Boeing's faulty plane parts washed up in your backyard?

Therapy is risky because sometimes they'll just ask you their standard "why can't you, though", and you think you're making some good point by saying something like "well if I don't do anything with my life then what's the point of being alive in the first place" and your therapist gets that look on their face and you immediately realise that your dumb ass just got caught, pinned to the ground with your stupid-ass neck between the spikes of a pitchfork, and you are not going to wiggle out of there before you two unpack what the fuck you just said.