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    What Jeff and Chu totally text about late at night. I know because they told me over lunch yesterday.

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    one animator plus one musician make two sushi-loving dorks.

    their strings of fate have tangled together. maybe they were meant to be together all along, meant to be one single string.

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    18 Nov 2019

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    THE GOOD SHIT YO!!!!!!! WHEN YOU WANT SOME THICC ACTIVISM (not sure if thats the right word but yoU WILL KNOW WHAT I MEAN FUTURE ME) AND SOFT VIBES AND ACCURATE DESCRIPTIONS OF THE COMMUNITY AND DEPRESSION/ANXIETY!!!!!!!! SO GOOOOOOOOOOOD MMMMM

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    After everything, Aziraphale and Crowley, by unspoken agreement, begin sharing their lives.
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    Why? Aziraphale wanted to ask him, why millennia of the way things were, and now this?

    But while Crowley seemed to have little issue upending every unspoken rule they’d ever written for themselves, Aziraphale was not so flexible, and they had spent thousands of years never quite addressing whatever it was this had stemmed from. Words, Aziraphale had always felt, were for bickering about where to eat for lunch, or hashing out ontological debates, or other trivial nonsense; there was no need to trifle with the imprecision of language, with phrasing and the possibility of being misconstrued, when it came to important matters if the other person simply understood, without needing it said. Six thousand years ago, when Aziraphale had met Crowley on the wall of Eden, watching the first two humans set out to begin the rest of history, something deep within him, more central even than his Grace, had thought, oh, it’s you, and that had been enough for him--for both of them, he assumed--for three millennia.

    However much he wanted to ask, he didn’t know how. The words simply weren’t there.

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    24 Aug 2019

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    GjjKBNNNNJhHsjdjshsJBnekeowkkdBNNNKsnNskslakkdban THE SOFFEST FEEL GOOD FIC FOR WHEN YOU NEED TO FEEL GOOD AND MAYBE FEEL LIKE CRYING YOUR SOUL OUT YOUR ASS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA