#herzdieb

[lalahoho]

jiyounghan:

kashmeare:

fallback-again:

passionatespaz:

misterfelder:

sporkaganza:

newjerseyyamaxanadu:

surprisefulkarakasa:

herzdieb:

sammykinz:

redlip-jazz:

drugsandrainbows:

I don’t live in America, but that is the best president you will ever have. Don’t screw it up when it’s time for election again cause this man is actually fixing your country and the shit that Bush fucked up. He’s not a fucking magician, he won’t fix everything with a snap of his fingers, but he’s at least doing something.

AND ALL WHILST BEING AWESOME.

THIS, A HUNDRED TIMES THIS

This. At least he’s trying.

I couldn’t agree more with the first comment. Seriously guys.

I have to agree.  With the amount of shit wrong with this country, at least he’s doing something.

Honestly, it irks me so much when people say he hasn’t done anything for this country. Do they really expect him to fix 8 years worth of problems and debt the Bush administration racked up in under 4 AND with the most partisan government we’ve probably ever seen? Lesser men would be crushed under the stress he goes through. 

I really need to register to vote now that I’m 18. Gotta vote for Obama in only a year’s time.

Hmm.

ya’ll have a point, but also realize that mr. prez still doesn’t have the guts to do a lot of the shit that still needs to get done. but I give my homie Obama points for the above stuff.

he still wouldn’t fuck us up as much as a conservative would, i’m sorry. weigh all the things he’s dealing with now and the things he’s already accomplished in 3 years and that’s more you can say that you’ve done in a lifetime. also, we have a republican congress who just doesn’t want to give Obama any “wins” instead of giving the American people “wins” SO

^^ all.

He’s fighting for all of us.. not just that top rich percentage.

[yutastoria]

then this song again for yutahisu...need to draw vampire yuta #soon

[ohhelga]

An Angel who did not so much fall as saunter vaguely downwards

[almostavenger]

MESOPOTAMIA: 3004 BC.

[despairguitarist]

kenzieloveskobrakid:

porcelainvirtuoso:

neonheartday-gloweyes:

iwannafeelfuckingweightless:

frankcalledmeamidget:

gerard—way:

werard-gay:

herzdieb:

haunted-by-your-world:

iheartjonathandavis:

black-veilbrides:

Reblog or like if you like any of the bands here

I will follow you all-

 OHMYGODOHMYGOD, FINALLY I SEE MCR AND KORN IN THE SAME PICTURE.

MCR&KORN FOREVA AND EVA.

Korn & Three Days Grace, mmmm. <3

KoRn, Green day, Eminem, the Gazette, Three days grace, mcr.

green day mcr, korn

My Chemical Romance, Korn, Green Day, Lady Gaga and Skillet :>

Green day, never shout never, my chemical romance <3

Green Day, MCR, and lady gaga.

All of them. <3

Almost all of them ^-^

kenzieloveskobrakid:

porcelainvirtuoso:

neonheartday-gloweyes:

iwannafeelfuckingweightless:

frankcalledmeamidget:

gerard—way:

werard-gay:

herzdieb:

haunted-by-your-world:

iheartjonathandavis:

black-veilbrides:

Reblog or like if you like any of the bands here

I will follow you all-

 OHMYGODOHMYGOD, FINALLY I SEE MCR AND KORN IN THE SAME PICTURE.

MCR&KORN FOREVA AND EVA.

Korn & Three Days Grace, mmmm. <3

KoRn, Green day, Eminem, the Gazette, Three days grace, mcr.

green day mcr, korn

My Chemical Romance, Korn, Green Day, Lady Gaga and Skillet :>

Green day, never shout never, my chemical romance <3

Green Day, MCR, and lady gaga.

All of them. <3

Almost all of them ^-^

mcr, bvb, bmth, nevershoutnever, etf, tdg, and blessthefall <3

[weatheredlaw]

i can't get you out of my mind, i solemnly swear that i'll never try

for @herzdieb

[ifishouldvanish]

it’s true i, i prefer your love to jesus

[helenaeagn]

what is a lifetime?

jesus lives and dies, and lives and dies again, leading two lives before others lived even one.

when they meet in rome, with aziraphale radiant as always and crowley blurry at the edges, he already feels older than the angel, heart heavy with a grief that shouldn't exist.

the french revolution brings death in thousands, imitating a demon's thirst for violence in a way that freezes the blood in his veins, tears in his eyes that he hides whenever aziraphale talks about crepes.

two world wars occur so close to each other that he doesn't have any time to recover from the terror that finds him at night in his dreams, full of questions about why he's lived so long while god tortures and kills those they vowed to protect.

what is a lifetime?

humans die, and die, and die, like it's all they've been made for, and crowley knows he's immortal but his bones feel wary now, like they are decaying in an entirely human way.

after armageddon, when aziraphale holds him at night, arms tight around a body torn apart by the world, crowley feels love dripping from him, something that surpasses anything a human could feel, full of emotions that have existed for the past 6000 years.

the angel's whispers are antidotes and his warmth is a blessing holier than god themself, ridding him of the lifetimes that weighed down on his shoulders, competing with the eternal torture of greek gods.

what is a lifetime?

aziraphale's i love yous sound like prayers and his kisses taste of hope, promises of an eternity that take the rigidity out of crowley's bones, and he feels young again, a lifetime in front of him that doesn't feel so hard to bear.

after a lifetime of suffering, tenderness feels like reincarnation.

[acquiredalias]

Gay culture 2k19 (1)

[kassical]

#i forgot this gifset existed f uck #f u c k #herz you had to bring this back onto my dash rn didnt you #goddamn it (evil laughter can be heard in the distance)

cruel and unjust herz: brings back that incredible and indulgent gifset for my innocent eyes

poor little me who is but a simple being ruled by lust: 

[forineffablereasons]

#WHAT is this jumper#where did he even find that (don't ask me how i know, but it was a christmas special sweater you could get on ASOS that year, xo)

ASOS out here just casually committing jumper crimes

[anthoniejcrowley]

not to intimidate you but tumblr's been throwing your blog at me the past few days and i've been checking you out. i'm watching. that's all. (btw, keep throwing david tennant stuff at us, i love it all)

oh, ohh!!

you don't know how much i love your blog and admire your posts!!!! but omg i believe that i followed you already, i really did press the follow button, tumblr is joking with me orz!! and oh i've been hiding as your anon, as one of your admirer, how silly of me.

asgfhajsf i'm so sorry that tumblr's been throwing my no-good stuffs at you! but thank you for checking me out and watching me!! i'm actually happy to hear it <3 actually i almost got a heart attack when i saw your ask, i thought i pissed you off or what ashfjask

i am really nothing, it's just like a small blog where i've been dumping my david tennant-obsessions, but thank you for saying that! you don't know how much that means for me! thank you again :)

and once again, i love your blog and i do admire you as a person, herz!

[ishenwulf]

@herzdieb replied to your post: going to Vienna in a few hours and I’ve planned...

it’s kinda moody today, so you could do museums! KHM and NHM museums are gorgeous and right by Museumsquartier. You could also go see Schonbrunn palace. Or just go to Stephansplatz and walk around the city center, there’s plenty to see, plenty to experience and to eat! Have fun!

I've kinda set on Belvedere, though idk if I should do that this afternoon or on Saturday when I might have all day?

[choidaehoon]

#someone stage an intervention please i'm actually begging you (shh no, please continue, i need your gifs of DT on my dash. xoxo)

i already have SO much on my plate i can’t be that white man’s whore for life and lose my dignity too!!

[ohhelga]

That’s why I’m not to be trusted. Because a wound to the heart is also a wound to the mind. - Louise Glück, The Untrustworthy Speaker

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7k graphic giveaway (x) - herzdieb

[almostavenger]

just this once

a/n: this is just me wanting fem!presenting!aziraphale and i was inspired by a bunch of headcanons i've read from all around tumblr. ps thanks to the lovely @felicia-parker​ for looking over this for me! (find on ao3)

Italy, 1502

The noise of human life filled the air: the clatter of wagon wheels on stone and the screech of stray cats chasing each other down the streets. There was the suggestion of a sunny day, with the sun repeatedly hiding behind clouds, casting shade on all those walking and wandering along the streets.

Near the coast, the air was tinged with salt from the sea. Merchants cramped the area around the port, setting up their wears; selling everything from fresh bread to finely made silk, children’s toys to jewelry befit for royalty.

Crowley had no need for any such things, though a broach caught his eye: silver snake design curled around an emerald. Could look nice holding his half-cloak in place. Pausing by the merchant’s booth, he made a face trying to look at the broach he currently wore. It was by no means lowly, but it wasn’t nearly as shiny as the silver snake.

“Do you seem something that interests you, sir?” the merchant asked after exchanging another of his pieces for the rudimentary currency of the era: coins.

Crowley squinted at the snake through darkened glasses pinched across the bridge of his nose. “What do you think?” he mused. “Is it a bit much?”

The man’s eyes sparkled. He was definitely imagining the gold he could get in exchange for his workmanship. “Not at all, sir!” He plucked the broach from where it sat and held it so a momentary spark of sunlight glinted through the gem. “It would go quite handsomely with your complexion I would say.”

Crowley tilted his head to the side, the quirk of a smile on his face. “Oh you do, do you?” He reached out a long fingered hand to take the broach in his own hand when he felt it.

It was the exact opposite of the feeling of walking on consecrated ground. Which, when he thought about it too much, didn’t really make much sense, but he did try not to think about it too much. 

The merchant felt the sale slipping right through his fingers; Crowley could nearly taste the man’s aggravation as he turned away from the lopsided table and swung his gaze across the merchant’s square. It was busy; difficult to walk without brushing elbows with someone else, but ultimately, the angel should have stood out, like always.

“Sir! Sir!” the merchant’s desperation turned to a little fiery pit of anger as Crowley slinked away from his table.

Crowley ignored the man, deciding he may as well chalk it up to another accomplished temptation—the man would push his products hard on the next people, charge them extra out of greed—and walked through the crowd. He was taller than most of the people currently alive on the Earth, which should have made it easy to crane his neck and find the angel, but he had no such luck.

Feeling only the mild presence of Aziraphale, Crowley abandoned his desperate search and resorted to a sort of languid stalking, weaving his way past every merchant’s table with feline slowness and attention. 

The angel couldn’t have changed that much, could he? He was practically identical every time Crowley found him: naively optimistic, stubbornly good, potentially a bit of a pushover when it came from his head office…not that Crowley could blame him. Aziraphale was an angel; he was supposed to be good, after all.

And so it was no wonder that they kept arriving in the same place. That was kind of the point.

Crowley would even go so far as to say he occasionally sought the angel out. With most of his colleagues both lacking in social skills and mostly working in the bowels of Hell, he didn’t have many people to be himself around.

A familiar flit of mild tempered laughter cut across the square and Crowley stopped and twisted on his heel. He bumped and nudged his way around the corner and—

“I can say I’ve never tasted such scrumptiously fresh fruit before!” Aziraphale said, completely genuine, grinning at the rudy faced girl behind the table laden with newly imported fruits.

“Aziraphale?” Crowley said, voice a bit higher than usual, eyebrows making a slow journey to meet his hairline. For it was certainly Aziraphale, though the noble-styled cream colored gown and unruly curly hair reaching past the angel’s shoulders was a vast change from...well every other time Crowley had seen the angel.

The angel’s eyes widened. “Crowley!” She glanced at the merchant girl before stepping away from the table. “How pleasant it is to see you.”

“Is it?” Crowley smiled a ghost of a little smile and eyed Aziraphale from the somehow-pristine bottom embroidered hem of dress to the belted waist and puffy sleeves. Her hair was scandalously uncovered for the humans of this era, which the demon found both amusing and befitting of the angel. “Does your head office know about this?”

Aziraphale looked down, as if realizing for the first time her outfit. She brushed a hand, golden ring circling her pinkie, across the soft fabric of the skirt. “Yes well…”

“I thought your lot was into pristine and constant physical forms.”

Aziraphale clasped her hands together. “Yes, we are. But,” she paused and leaned a bit closer, lowering her voice as if expecting to be overheard, “you and I both have spent enough time on earth to know that change is natural. I…I wanted to try something new.”

Crowley’s eyebrows settled back in place. “Indeed. It suits you.” 

Aziraphale’s face brightened, eyes twinkling in the sudden appearance of the sun as the clouds moved out of the way. “Thank you, my dear.”

The demon’s expression softened into brief genuine adoration and then he paused, reconsidered, and bounced back onto his heels for a moment before speaking. “Are you miracle-ing anything in particular here? Today?”

Aziraphale tilted her head upward, frowned and then shook her head. “Not at this very moment. I was just enjoying a little slice of…well, life.”

“Alone?”

“Yes.”

Crowley blinked and nodded, looking everywhere but at the angel before eventually meeting her questioning eyes. “All right then. Come on.”

He started walking off and moments later, Aziraphale’s footsteps fell into place beside him. “Where are we going?” The angel was excited and intrigued; it nearly bled into the words coming out of her mouth.

“I know a place or two.”

“As do I. I’ve been on this planet as long as you have, Crowley.”

“I know that. But I know different places. Run with different crowds.” He glanced down at Aziraphale, challenging her to protest.

She didn’t. Merely sighing and saying, “Tell me this does not involve anything…criminal. I don’t like the thought of being put into a small, damp cell.” She shivered.

Just because they were immortal beings, did not mean they were above human laws if they broke them. The unfortunate side effect of having a corporeal body. 

“No,” Crowley said with a chuckle, not entirely convinced his response was true. “And you could just miracle yourself away.”

Aziraphale frowned, lips pinched. “No. I don’t think I could.”

“You would!”

She shook her head firmly. A piece of crazy hair bounced out of the loose knot at the nape of her neck and stuck out two inches straight into the air. “I couldn’t.”

“If you had to choose between discorporation and escape?”

Worry lined her face and she shrugged a shoulder ever so slightly. “When you put it that way…” And then she stopped. Both speaking and walking. “No. I wouldn’t.”

Crowley stopped and made a dramatic turn around. He walked a couple steps back to the angel and looked down at her. “Escaping prison isn’t inherently bad,” he said from experience. A crease formed in the middle of his brows.

“Oh, and you would know, would you?” she said, exasperated, ignoring Crowley’s hand as it lifted and moved over her shoulder. “But I suppose you’re ri—what are you doing?”

Her voice pitched from morally-right-I-must-have-the-high-ground to soft and questioning.

Crowley squinted, the tip of his tongue peeking out from the corner of his lips as he delicately twined the flyaway curl back into place. “There,” he said, dropping the former conversation and stepping back. And then moving yet another curl into place in front of Aziraphale’s left ear. “Your hair was looking as untidy as your wings the last I saw them.”

Azriaphale’s eyes grew wide. “Crowley!” She glanced around, as if expecting Michael or Gabriel to pop up out of a puddle and exclaim that she was a traitor. When that didn’t happen, she relaxed and her cheeks went nearly rosy. “Well, thank you.” She reached up a hand to pat down her hair, thought better of it and brushed her fingers against Crowley’s hand instead for the briefest of moments before turning back in the direction they’d originally been walking.

“Now, where were we headed?” she asked, hands once again clasped in front of her.

Crowley, frozen in place for a moment from the excruciatingly soft touch, cleared his throat and started forward, pointing upward and to the right. “There,” he said, as if there weren’t hundreds of buildings in that direction.

“Perfect,” Aziraphale said as the sun came fully out from the clouds. The clouds that quickly dissipated completely, leaving the angel and the demon bathed in the warm light and soft breeze as they walked through the streets of Brindisi.

a/n 2.0: this was just an excuse to imagine aziraphale with long hair and in a floor-length historic dress; originally this was gonna take place right after the arrangement was made but i wanted them to be more smitten with each other so here we are. i also left out the angsty epilogue about why aziraphale changed back to short hair and masculine clothes bc it was too sad.