Crochet Pattern For Spider Body

I know I’ve stated in my pinned post that my neighbor is rarely home, but I almost always see him every two weeks or so!! I haven’t seen him in quite a bit and I think he’s on a fancy business trip for his confusing job with its odd schedule.

I hope he’s okay. He probably is.

Anyways, I went to a big box store in search of new plants and I got two different types of monsteras!!! I saved them❤️❤️❤️!!!!

I repotted them and gave them water and now they’re in perfect spots around my house!! I’m going to need more windows!! Lol!

-Greg

Crochet Bunny Rabbit Doll!

in which crowley tries to convince himself that all is not yet lost, because underneath it all, he is an optimist…

Vanitas Vanitarium, Et Omnia Vanitas by Vincenzo Lamolinara

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However I add peep how do I to tags? Welp I dunno how but you know who you are bestie

reminder to people with intrusive thoughts that i love you. i love you people with violent intrusive thoughts, with sexual intrusive thoughts, with thoughts too upsetting to write down, with blasphemous intrusive thoughts, with bigoted intrusive thoughts that go against your morals, with "disgusting" or unhygienic intrusive thoughts- i love you, and the kind of thoughts you have don't make me love you any less.

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.

The plants thirst!! It’s raining, so I stuck them outside!

-Greg

Chaos Magic is the hardest to learn but the easiest to master. All it requires is the abject belief that your ritual will have an effect, despite all evidence to the contrary, and then it will.

— Trista Mateer ,“I Still Forget We’re Not Even Friends”

@fandomawesomeness OH MAH GOD SAAAME ITS SO COOL SHAWL SHAWL SHAWL

I went a lil coocoo making these,

it took me a week (i think) to create all of those lol

Still need to tuck in the ends, finish that blue one and then they're done ✔️