ALT A text file that reads: I guess since it's been relevant lately on the tl, I should probably explicitly state that I more or less identify as a "proshipper". I don't really post a lot of NSFW type stuff on this account, and I'm not personally into the more controversial aspects of proship (ie underage or rpf), but I strongly believe in the need to keep fandom spaces inclusive to all forms of art. In my mind, as long as it's properly tagged and put in the proper spaces, it should be allowed. I might not like everything. But I will fight to the death for people's right to express themselves as they see fit. It's not my place (or anyone else's) to police how people create art or process the world or their trauma.

ALT Crowley swirls his wine, draws up his smile. The kind that promises, that pulls in. Pushes all the messiness beneath his impeccable clothes, bundles up all the brittle parts of him. The suit he's wearing feels smooth on his skin, fitted in all the right places, and he's styled his red hair with the type of care that takes a two-hour commitment that will finally scream effortless. He lounges around, casually leaning on the lacquered bar waiting for a word. As stated in these cases, he can't approach anyone but only saunter about. Wait for an invitation if he's lucky. It's a crowded night.