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would you be willing to elaborate on your thoughts on bg (if we can even call it that still) at this point and why you believe it won’t ever “end”? did anything specifically change your mind?

here's some stuff I said about it semi-recently. To add to it briefly, yes, IMO things pretty clearly changed over the last couple years. It looked to me like, aware that it was getting to an all or nothing fork in the road with both Freddie's age and Louis' career, Louis was considering which way to go and, after a long period where both options were kept very much open, ended up choosing to simply go all in permanently and began to take a much bigger part in Freddie's life. I believe that Freddie believes that Louis is his father, and that Louis intends to simply be that for the rest of his life (or until Freddie gets old enough to be like wtf and 23andMe himself but that's a bridge to be crossed much later.) And while the first years of this were super fucked up for Louis, I don't actually think that this now is so awful for either him or Freddie, and I think we should all simply do Louis a favor and accept it and move on and STOP TALKING ABOUT IT, which I think is a lot more damaging to Louis than hanging out with a kid, something he in fact very much enjoys.

de nile is a river in egypt….

Men who hide behind the idea of using “any pronouns” or being “non-binary” to avoid criticism are insidious and the massive amount of people ignoring this are doing a massive disservice to any victims or behaviour that they’re trying to hide from. And yes, I mean all men lmao.

maturing is realizing your whole personality is based on silly films ab silly ppl living in a silly fantastical world with elves and dwarves and hobbits and men and silly ugly creatures that try to kill them every two minutes and a giant ass silly eye looking at them like they're snacks

Alí, you knowww what I think about whenever I see you posting about your man in red sea diving resort

look at you, you're gorgeous!

Piss off!!! Thanks!!!!!!!!!! :)))))

You idiot, we could have been...us. I forgive you.

infatuation makes your heart race love is quiet. love sets you at ease.

and because most of my pieces are mental screenshots of little scenes in my head, here's the scene:

Crowley was tugged into consciousness bit by bit. The afternoon light slowly filtered in, as well as the hum of music from the other room and the weird angle his neck was at. He was warm and content and wanted to sink back into his nap, but the threads of sleep fluttered away the more he tried. Finally, he took a deeper breath, shifting in the armchair, and cracked an eye open just a sliver. There he was, the angel, sitting at his desk. Had hardly noticed Crowley was awake, engulfed in his task of retouching a damaged page. Looking at his hands, Crowley became aware of the fuzzy warmth covering his own and peeked down to see a blanket tucked around his shoulders.

The feeling hit him so hard he let his head loll to the side, eyes closed. His chest tightened and he just…buckled. Finally came undone under the weight of his love for Aziraphale. Its inexorable, steadfast pull which he had been pushing back against for millennia, it had finally caught him off guard, sleepy and vulnerable and so tired from holding back, from refusing to name it. It was a quiet surrender. Crowley looked back at Aziraphale with the understanding of a man meeting his end and embracing it.

Perhaps he could gently pull the blanket to the side and get up. Perhaps he could cross the few steps to the desk and place a freshly made cup of tea to Aziraphale’s right. Perhaps he would hold his gaze, for longer than needed to answer “Don’t mention it”. Perhaps he would ask him if he would like a scone with that. Perhaps Aziraphale would understand that this was not about the scone at all. And yet, what Crowley was asking of him was also exactly about scones. And tea. And quiet afternoons together. Perhaps the angel would finally put down his sword, too, and the world would let out a breath it had been holding for millennia.

the soulmate to this piece, i guess.

I would love you with our heads down

why did you people come up with russian names for what is supposed to be a movie set in italy. what was the thought process here. why does she sound like she walked out of a tolstoy novel