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 ⭐ aziracrow portraits ⭐ | 2025

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Aziraphale thought Crowley might need a little help with handling a gun, but things didn’t go quite as planned

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why is my mouth watering why am i crying what year is it nobody look at me im indecent

beard compilation + Aziraphale's very own scratching post:

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Going through the pile of books to go to charity shops and there’s this amazing kids history one that’s literally like

Give your friend a neolithic burial

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here's a bunch of spongebob titlecards i hoarded

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Little lover boy!

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its been one of those weeks pass the sadomasochism

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What’s writing, you know? What does writing actually mean?

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I don’t like being referred to as a boy

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dear people with OCD: the next time you have spiraling & intrusive thoughts, what-ifs, or catastrophizing scenarios, I am sending a cardigan-wearing 46-year old NYU professor directly into your brain and he says "Aaaaand scene!!!" and he claps his hands slowly. and he says "Wow. Wow. Powerful stuff. Evocative imagery. A little bit post-modern, a little bit hysterical realism in the vein of Don Delilo but let's pause right here." and you will recognize your thoughts as a perplexing avant-garde film shown to an audience of 15 liberal arts students who are now trying to get a good grade and sleep with their professor.

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to bite. Fondly.

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WHERE IS SHE?

WHERE DID THEY TOOK HER?

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IF NOT FOR EAT WHY CAKE?

IF NOT FOR MOUTH WHY HONEYCOMB?

IF NOT FOOD WHY LOOK LIKE FORBIDDEN SNACK?

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snoopy of the day

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Have and Have Not (2006) Crystal Schenk

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Im coming to your house

Broken Things

the fragile blossoms were hasty optimism their folly when  the sun shone early beauty too delicate for the final storm as the season’s last cold breath blows through shivering petals on icy trees I reach for the falling flower  pale pink slipping through chilled fingers and see a calloused hand once elegantly manicured nails cracked, corners bitten raw, scarred  I warily raise the other regarding my changed and empty hands the damage mirrored left and right  shows only a fraction of the harm done and I stare frozen in a winter of remembered trials until loving fingers clasp around my ruin equally battered hands holding mine  leading me back to bask in the warmth of your smile enraptured by the song of your voice and in your eyes I see the spring Joy  finds me  and I am not alone

@goodomensafterdark

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With the ides of march fast approaching we must be prepared

Please reblog to make sure is equipped!