


He’s had a rough day
you missed the opportunity to say ‘ruff day’ instead and that is a sin that may never be forgiven
Owl practicing hunting
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when your art program’s closing message hits you straight in the heart and makes you stop and contemplate the state of it all
because of the huge response to this post, I decided to make a version of the art that includes the text

I’ve also uploaded this design to INPRNT, and all sales proceeds will be donated to environmental and humanitarian charities!
this is still going around with the old dead links - please help me share this version
there is no aging out of having fun. there is no expiration date for joy. if you see someone freely and unabashedly expressing themself in a way that is ultimately harmless, and you balk because you think that person should have "grown out" of whatever it is that's bringing them happiness by now: you have GOT to start asking yourself questions. where did you learn to treat enjoyment the way a grocery store treats blemished fruit, sooner sent to the landfill than the malnourished? who benefits from the narrative that aging and spiritual suppression go hand in hand? and what harmless amusements, dear neighbor, are you telling yourself that you're not allowed to indulge anymore, for fear of scalding judgment by so many shame-filled strangers who don't even know your name?
crowley must have known that aziraphale was also in love with him, he tidied the bookshop, he was planning on taking him to the Ritz after his confession, he had their song queued in the car these are not acts of someone who wasn't sure what the outcome will be.
which makes it so much more painful that he still confessed his love for aziraphale with tears in his eyes and on the verge of a full blown panic attack, he left saying "don't bother" but he still waited by his car til the elevator doors closed. all because
Aziraphale is the most character ever. He ran out of ideas so he declared war on hell. He canonically says fuck. His favourite colour is yellow. He’s literally an angel and can speak every language on earth but still isn’t fluent in french. He told his boyfriend to shoot him for his magic act and made him go through with it when their miracles weren’t working. He gave away his flaming sword and then lied about it for the next 6000 years. He has a bookshop that never sells books. No one’s doing it like him.

























