I’m Going To Hell For Laughing..

all is good in percy-verse

visited my boyfriend's island

I hate when people categorize my gender/sexual identity as “questioning”. I’m specifically not questioning. I don’t want answers. I want to remain a mystery unto myself.

You’re out on a date at a bar when everyone - the bartender, the waitresses, the group at the booth next to you, the guys playing darts - say you should try the angel shot. But you’re pretty happy with beer and have no idea what they’re talking about.

bro being the bad person in some situations is so not fucking fun but it’s necessary. you have to do whatever it takes to get out of shitty situations

Blathers hurry tf up i got shit to donate

“gays are ruining the sanctity of marriage”

fic - least of all [aziraphale/crowley]

every so often, crowley talks to god.

on ao3 | ko-fi

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