I feel like so many good omens fans are headcannoning Crowley being friends with Freddie Mercury, that they're forgetting the way funnier option: the Bentley being obsessed with Roger Taylor after hearing that man sing I'm In Love With My Car
i found a cool tag game on twitter and i really wanna import it (o^ ^o)
this picrew + the last song you listened to :]
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Contrary to popular belief, you can't buy Rusty's favor with food if he's already cross with you.
If he won't eat in front of you/take any food you offer, you'd better get on your knees and start apologizing like all hell. Danny learned this the hard way when he was fifteen, after he royaly pissed his best friend off. He tried to pretend like it didn't bother him, but seeing Rusty not eat a thing for two weeks made him more than uncomfortable. Not to mention that Rusty sharing food with you was his love language and Danny's love language was buying Rusty food, so it was a rough 14 days.
Eventually Danny pushed a cookie into Rusty's hand with enough sudden force to almost make it crumble. Russ is about to charismatically refuse it when Danny starts blurring out how sorry he is for being an idiot and eventually starts getting emotional over it.
Anyway, Rusty devoured it in two seconds and asked for ten more, which he did get, of course.
@genderfluid-ass don’t apologize they are quality posts 💕
Also yesss Danny is trouble in the best kinda way
By the time he's ten, Rusty has been referred to as trouble at least 40 times. Sometimes, in a soft, almost admiring way, sometimes by adults that are more than a little condescending, and sometimes by his mom, who tells him to stop making trouble and go back to playing with his toys.
Rusty doesn't like playing with his toys. They're boring, and none of them ever change.
When he gets old enough to set his eyes on shinier, sparkly toys, he still doesn't understand the expression. Trouble is something that happens, it isn't a person.
It isn't until he meets Daniel Ocean, watches him smile and shake someone's hand as he robs them blind, that Rusty understands. Danny looks good in a suit, all crisp, clean lines, but that's not it. Hundreds of men look good in suits. Danny doesn't look dangerous, either, like some of the guys Rusty's met.
Danny looks...comfortable. Like he isn't trying to be anyone or anything he isn't. Danny looks like he could be anyhing he wanted to be, with one simple lie. Rusty meets his eyes across a casino table and grins.
He's never liked toys that much, but Rusty loves games, and one of the first things he ever learned was that games are always better if you've got someone to play with.