#//this is like a warning

[enarmor]

“Sir Sain,” Rhea says, “season’s blessings! I can tell your winter envoy has put much thought and effort into your gift, and so I pray you may find and thank them.” The gift in question is a bottle of polish, with a label: ‘Master Lynx’s polish for melee metel. Armour and weapon polish to make you shine on the battlefield. Aldrestia Rose scented.’ Attached is a note written in chicken scratch with the words 'Merry festivities. I hope this gift helps grab you a girl or at least offers you more confidence as you go about your day.'

"Ah, fairest archbishop! You sell yourself short!" Sain greets with a wide-eyed smile, looking past the bottle in Rhea's hands to gaze longingly at her eyes. Where emerald and jolly jade meet, there is static. Static love, static romance--the electrifying current that binds a knight to his lady. He takes a step closer. "Just look at you, dressed in such fineries as you deliver my gift. You, my dear, are the greatest gift of all. My heart soars to see you!"

He giggles, but presses no further. Though Sain aches for the tenderness of love, he is no fool. She's rejected him enough times to kill any true desire to her hand. As they stand, she is his employer, and he is her handful of a knight. He plucks the bottle from her fingers.

And smoothing it over, can't help looking impressed! The glint in his eyes only grows as he smooths over the label of the polish, as well as the hastily-written note. "Ah, though I'd wager fate has something else in store. Get this, Rhea beloved: my mistress fancies herself a lynx." This is far from the truth, but when has Sain ever huddled close to it in the first place? "Hidden beneath a veil of secrecy, she delivers her enchantment to me! I can picture it now, she's stalking me like prey, ready for me to become her ideal man-thing." And he seems not at all concerned. In fact, the idea (the one he put in his own head, yes) that a woman would be interested enough to hunt him provides lift to his shoulders. He feels suspended in air, as if an angel's wings would carry him to his one-and-only. "All I need to do is put this on, and then we'll leap into one another's hands!"

The bottle flourishes in his hand before entering a palmed grip. He thanks Rhea with a wink, and turns around--fire in his footsteps. "And I'm off! Don't stop me, dear, this is destiny!"

[christadeguchi]

i'll let phie-san say it:

[cozystars]

!!! BUILT LIKE BILBO BAGGINS !!!

[secondbeatsongs]

for anyone too young to know this: watching The Truman Show is a vastly different experience now, compared to how it was before youtube and social media influencers became normal

before it was like, "what a horrifying thing to do to a human being! to take away their autonomy and privacy, all for the sake of profits! to create fake scenarios for them to react to, just to retain viewership! to ruin their happiness just so some corporate entity could harvest money from their very humanity! how could anyone do something so evil?"

and now it's like, "ah, yeah. this is still deeply fucked up, but it's pretty much what every influencer has been doing to their kids for a decade now. probably bad that we've normalized this experience"

[ando666detonao]

don't you ever read a piece of fanfiction so good you just

[intergalactic-garbage]

bruh ive never seen spn but every so often i get castiel's "i'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition" stuck in my head and i had no idea why? anyway i just realized it's because it's in an iambic meter (I'M the ONE who GRIPPED you TIGHT and RAISED you FROM perDItion). my mfs wrote literal poetry . did they know???

[and-this-of-all-my-hopes]

So, I feel like I’m losing my mind. I keep seeing metas about how Aziraphale wants Crowley to return to Heaven and be an angel again because he wants them to be on the same side/be good/change/etc., etc., etc. but I don’t see that at all. I actually see it as the very opposite.

Aziraphale loves Crowley just as he is. But there’s something more. Something huge.

Aziraphale loves Crowley and because he is an angel who is stuck in seeing things as black and white, he constantly praises Crowley for being nice. For being good. For being kind.

Aziraphale has watched Crowley on and off for 6,000 years. He watched him thwart the plans of Heaven and Hell because it was unjust. He spared the lives of innocents. He did small things that made Aziraphale happy just because (like making Hamlet successful and saving valuable books). And because Aziraphale sees things in black and white, he sees all the things Crowley has done as nice, as good, as kind.

Crowley vehemently attests he’s not nice or good or kind.

He’s not exactly wrong nor is he lying when he says this. When Crowley spares goats during a cruel bet over a righteous man and swallowing laudanum to prevent a suicide, when he prevents Armageddon by working with Aziraphale and stopping the Anti-Christ from being the Anti-Christ, he’s not doing the nice/good/kind thing.

He’s doing the right thing.

Crowley chooses to do the right thing without hesitation. He is better than all of Heaven and Hell who have callous and dispassionate view of all existence because he questions, because he makes choices. Crowley sees the world for all its messiness and he sees himself. He sees a place where he fits in. He sees the blurred edges.

And Aziraphale sees that, even if seeing the blurred edges is hard for him.

But here’s the thing that Aziraphale can’t voice.

It’s the reason why he told Crowley about being allowed to return to Heaven and become an angel again. He doesn’t want Crowley to change. He doesn’t think Crowley is flawed. Or not enough.

It’s something that is so monumental that it cannot be put into words. Because to put it into words would be more than blasphemy. It’s down right unthinkable for anyone in Heaven, Hell, or Earth to say what Aziraphale knows deep in his soul.

God was wrong to cast out Crowley.

Aziraphale believes Crowley can/should return to Heaven because he knows that Crowley should never have fallen in the first place. He wants him to be forgiven because when Crowley fell it was unjust. Aziraphale is trying to correct a mistake. He’s trying to do the right thing.

Yes, Crowley would never accept returning to Heaven. And Aziraphale was wrong to even suggest it (although that conversation is another can of worms to unpack).

Aziraphale loves Crowley. He loves him exactly as he is. He doesn’t want him to change. Aziraphale knows that Crowley the best of all of them. He wants to change Heaven because of it. Because God was wrong and Aziraphale knows it.

Aziraphale may have difficulty seeing beyond black and white, but when it comes to Crowley he sees everything crystal clear and in vivid color.

[min-play]

they grow up so fast

Animation by: Isabella Spagnolo Instagram

3D model, animation by: tanu_tato Twitter Instagram

[dokupine]

peach

[daftpatience]

haruhi is forever in my heart a sort of boy thingy

[christadeguchi]

tou-san said “boy, you’d better werk”. anyway, please watch kinou nani tabeta

[umblrspectrum]

nevermind i figured out how to draw her

[parisoonic]

Demo has had many careers - tattoo artist isn't one of them.

[tiny--cryptid]

OK this question has been bugging me all morning so y'all please let me know

bc ours did nd I never thought much of it as a kid but know I'm thinking about it and it feels kinda gross? so pls tell me if this experience was universal or not it will haunt me forever otherwise

[rustic-space-fiddle]

Forgive me.

[egophiliac]

just something I wanted to try! (tumblr please don't absolutely destroy this, thank you)