time-woods:

-Maggie and Nina enter the bookshop Maggie: Maybe we shouldn't have said anything... Nina: I feel like this would've happened anyways. Maggie: Well... We have to do something- -Maggie is then cut off by Crowley loudly groaning and murmuring something Nina: It's sorta hard to hear what you're saying when you're face first in the carpet. Crowley: LEAVE. That's what I said. Just leave... -Crowley rolls over on his side as he yells this Nina: Yeah no, comon' lets get you off of the floor- -Nina begins to help Crowley up. Crowley: STOP IIT Nina: Maggie could you go find that kid- Crowley: WHYYY Nina: Could you stop acting like a child for one second?? Crowley: LEAVE This is none of your business Nina: I assume it didn't go well. -Crowley is now reluctantly sitting up and mutters something. Nina: I'll take that as a 'yes', what even happened? Crowley: ... -Nina sighs Nina: Well, I'm glad you came back. Not too sure that kid knows how to run this place-ALT
-Maggie is walking up the spiral staircase in the shop. Maggie: uh- Muriel? You up here? -Muriel is sitting at the foot of a bookcase reorganizing some books. Muriel: Oh! Hello Ms.Maggie! I didn't hear you come in, Maggie: That's not- It's fine, What are you doin' up here love? Muriel: Reorganizing these books! Maggie: Alright, could I ask why? Muriel: Mr.Crowley asked me to, he said something about Mr.Fell preferring them listed by 'Author', It's pretty fun actually- but Mr.Crowley wanted the ground floor to himself... Maggie: I see, Maggie: Muriel, do you have any idea of what happened? Muriel: Well, before Mr.Fell- -Crowley shouts from below Crowley: DON'T YOU DARE SAY ANOTHER WORD. Muriel: Sorry... -Crowley picks up his glasses from the floor Crowley: Look. Whatever you're trying to do here, it's not worth it. You'll just be wasting your time. -He fixes the glasses to his face, Crowley: I screwed up. He hates me. That's it. End of story. -He falls back onto the carpetALT

He drove back to the bookshop a few hours later hoping by some miracle Aziraphale would still be there,

(and to also just be near to something/ somewhere he finds comforting, aka the bookshop)

(part 1 and 2 of ? ? ?)

its been a bit since ive done a comic like this- this is how you know the fixations got a real grip on me at this point cause oooohh boy does it,

(via jacobglaser)



    • ladyshinga:

    saint-batrick:

    endreal:

    The human body is an inefficient engine for turning fluids into other, slightly different types of fluids

    it makes me so ANGRY. like, the meatsack DEMANDS calories and hydration, and i put heroic amounts of effort into giving the meatsack these things…then, like a petulant toddler, it hands me some back and goes “i don’t want this stuff, get rid of it for me.” WHY DID YOU DEMAND IT IN THE FIRST PLACE, WHERE IS GOD I JUST WANNA TALK

    i was literally JUST on the toilet annoyed that i was there. like logically i know the body is expelling what it doesn’t NEED and the stuff we expel isn’t good for us necessarily but i just want, like. an audit. because i don’t think quality control in there is going as well as it should

    (via babyblueavenger)



    • hopepunk-humanity:

    image

    ANTI-CAPITALIST AFFIRMATIONS

    • i am allowed to spend my time creating things, even if they are not beautiful.
    • there is no such thing as a “real job.” all forms of work are real and valid.
    • there is nothing that i need to accomplish to be worthy. i am already worthy.
    • doing nothing is good for my soul.
    • i am not defined by what i produce.
    • my worth cannot be measured by my paycheck, my job title, or a list of professional or academic achievements.
    • i do not need to monetize my hobbies, it is enough to spend time doing something i love.
    • i will not let society decide what success looks like. i can define what successful life looks like for me.

    (via jungcircleo)