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A Good Day

by Kait Rokowski

Yesterday, I spent 60 dollars on groceries, took the bus home, carried both bags with two good arms back to my studio apartment and cooked myself dinner. You and I may have different definitions of a good day. This week, I paid my rent and my credit card bill, worked 60 hours between my two jobs, only saw the sun on my cigarette breaks and slept like a rock. Flossed in the morning, locked my door, and remembered to buy eggs. My mother is proud of me. It is not the kind of pride she brags about at the golf course. She doesn’t combat topics like, ”My daughter got into Yale” with, ”Oh yeah, my daughter remembered to buy eggs” But she is proud. See, she remembers what came before this. The weeks where I forgot how to use my muscles, how I would stay as silent as a thick fog for weeks. She thought each phone call from an unknown number was the notice of my suicide. These were the bad days. My life was a gift that I wanted to return. My head was a house of leaking faucets and burnt-out lightbulbs. Depression, is a good lover. So attentive; has this innate way of making everything about you. And it is easy to forget that your bedroom is not the world, That the dark shadows your pain casts is not mood-lighting. It is easier to stay in this abusive relationship than fix the problems it has created. Today, I slept in until 10, cleaned every dish I own, fought with the bank, took care of paperwork. You and I might have different definitions of adulthood. I don’t work for salary, I didn’t graduate from college, but I don’t speak for others anymore, and I don’t regret anything I can’t genuinely apologize for. And my mother is proud of me. I burned down a house of depression, I painted over murals of greyscale, and it was hard to rewrite my life into one I wanted to live But today, I want to live. I didn’t salivate over sharp knives, or envy the boy who tossed himself off the Brooklyn bridge. I just cleaned my bathroom, did the laundry, called my brother. Told him, “it was a good day.”

I want to put this cute thing on my walls. or package Christmas presents into it. Wholesome.

Folks, we are getting a slightly (no fuck Sherlock) heated there. Smutty smutty chapter 8 is waiting on AO3 and you need to read this. You need.  You REALLY do. This is my far more boldly drawing I ever did, but I don’t regret anything! I have a great time to work on this particular piece and this amazing fic would be updated much sooner, because elf wrote it ages ago and I read it that day and did a sketch, but you know, sometimes stuffs happen.

The rest of pict you can find in fic (no nudes, I promise), though everybody knows this was going to happen I don't want to take all the fun of reading ♡

Don’t know why but I always start drawing the demon except today. It’s cold outside but he looks warm and happy, doesn’t he? 

Crowley is around, don’t worry, I just want to share my joy ^^

Someone wise once told me that unfinished art is an artform in itself. 

I had started to draw this DTIYS in July and what time is it now? Shame on me, I made any progress till this day but I decided to share it with you nevertheless and because I tried new style and had a GREAT time and… why not? 

I like it in that raw state itself. 

I hope you like it too.

@ran196242 I made it for you, thanks for your astonishing art and comics, you’re doing amazing job ♡ 

P.S. I’d like to think the painter wasn’t eat, none of them. The painting is not finished yet, coz bois do not follow the human time and they like to pose in front of artists. Their love is timeless after all.

The whole world is filled with love of these two. I love them, I love this fanart, I love this fandom and love Neil, Terry, Michael, David and GO crew. I think I am quite sappy, but happy.

Thank you.

This summer will be the same as the last one: me under a train for those dumbasses

(soon the Aziraphale going to visit Crowley version because we have never enough versions of the first kiss™)

Reblog if reading someone else’s fanfiction has helped you get through a hard day

“How many angels can dance on the head of a needle?”  Somehow, I forgot to post my last entre for Reverse! Reverse! GO AU Zine. Thank you again for having me ♡ I was lucky to collab with super talented @ashfae, who wrote a lovely story A Duel in Versailles, for which I drew the art ^^ Thank you for your patience, I know it took me much more time to finish it then I promised.  You can enjoy the whole drawing in AO3 (but be warned, there’s partly nudity, sorry not sorry). 

Hello people! One very talented writer and my triviality was paired by Reverse Bang by @do-it-with-style-events​ and she wrote an amazing fic you want to read!  And also I did the art. Look, there is Chapter 1! I’m the happiest person to work with @elfontheshelves, she is super sweet and she made other great, if not more scrumptious, fics on AO3!

I had NO IDEA what awaited me after first sight of this. I fell in love with every character, every shot and duck and I started the biggest seeking after book in my language (never happen, never translated, but found in similar language from '97 after 2 months), reading, rewatching, discovering amazing artists and writers, rewatching, rewatching, and finally I was forced to read in English (never do before) script book and wonderful fanfics.  Today, I read stories in English every day. Every day I read comics, every day I find new fanart and every day my heart is filled with love of this two idiots. Thank you, Terry and Neil. Thanks to everyone of the warmest fandom in the world, you are great.