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see you at basrar's! ✶✶✶

bonus: yearbook page!

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when hands touch

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"crowley's suffered more than jesus" "aziraphale has unhealed trauma" MICHAEL SHEEN HAD TO KISS DAVID TENNANT AND PRETEND HE DIDN'T ENJOY IT IMMENSELY WHOS THE REAL VICTIM HERE

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The Metatron: Archangel Gabriel, as punishment for your defiance against Heaven you will be-

Gabriel, already running buck-ass naked out of Heaven to spend eternity getting pegged by Beelzebub in Hell:

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what the angel said was: "I saw you at your happiest when heaven was still good. i want to return heaven to what it once was so i can see you happy again, demon." but what the demon understood was: "you are a demon, you are neither holy nor good and i don't want you the way you are. i'd prefer heaven over you."

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no but it's the way for aziraphale "nothing lasts forever" meant "i'm willing to give up the bookshop if it means i can be with you safely" and for crowley it meant "nothing lasts forever, not the bookshop, not earth, not us"

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Two sign memes in one day! Wow!

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Okay so for what it’s worth

Neil Gaiman has said that season 2 is not the story he and Terry had plotted out 20 years ago, season 2 is the bridge that needed to be there to fill in the gaps between season 1 and season 3

So in other words. Season 2 is a bridge season. Season 3 is the season with actual meat in it

So we better work hard to get that season 3. I swear to god Amazon. Pay your fucking writers

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wait wait what if crowley is like “oh so you’re choosing heaven over us? you think I’m not good enough if I’m not an angel? then I’ll show you bad. hey shax does that job offer still stand?”

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Everybody shUT UP. THEY PUT ANGST IN MY COMFORT SHOW AND I AM NOT OKAY.

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I'm fighting demons. What demons you ask? Texting her excessively.

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Hypothetically Close

I was never that close to people that were close

I fell in love only with words and ideas I could not touch

I stared out at sunsets I wished they could see

I mourned ocean waves that were made better with their words

I spent nights in my bed, clung to hypotheticals

(what their skin felt like, where that extra freckle was, how gentle they could be with me)

that lulled me to sleep as I wished for them to become my lucid dreams

And then

Between silences no one else could hear

And dates more distant by days

The hope I clung to in hypotheticals dissipated from my hands like a million pixelated butterflies flying away to end

Endings were but closing paragraphs I have the honor or perhaps curse of reading and pondering over whenever I want

The choice to forget rests in my hands instead of time's and it is a power I question wielding

In the same way I question spending my teenhood close to those who were not close

And distant from the ones who would never quite know why I clung to hypotheticals so dearly

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Me: *hears a song* Oh this would be great in my playlist *goes to add it*

Spotify: *This song is already in your playlist*

Me: *addresses my past self* Well, good. I'm glad we agree

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And/or thank you very much

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Excuse you, making Pinterest boards for every single aspect of my WIP is the most important part of my writing process. Get off my back.

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I think whenever andrew needs a break from neil and kevin he drops them off at exites like a tired mom sending her kids to the mcdonald's play place