#Angels fall sometimes

[whumperer-86]

Angels fall sometimes last 8 episodes are filled with all whump scenes

[wolha]

ANGELS FALL SOMETIMES 谢谢你温暖我 2024, dir. Zhu Dong Ning

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Angels fall sometimes episode 13

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Lin Yi for Angels Fall Sometimes promos

[cnladies]

LI LANDI 李兰迪 for NeufMode Magazine x Angels Fall Sometimes with Lin Yi | March 2024

Li Landi: more photos here NeufMode Magazine: more photos here

[bluebugjay]

Inside you there are two wolves

[ingravinoveritas]

Just thinking about Michael liking the same photo of David twice in the last few months...

(Top: June 2023; Bottom: Today.)

[alilbatflies]

Had this on my mind for a while before I managed to put it into words somehow. something something the devotion of a guardian angel to their human...

... ... ...

I have a guardian angel.

It gives me advice. It guides my way.

It’s not malicious, like a demon would be. I hear its voice at all times. It speaks softly to me.

I’ll keep you safe, is what its words mean.

There is a bug on my wall. I do not want it there. I reach for something to squish it with, some death easy for it to bear.

Don’t kill the bug, my angel whispers.

“But it scares me.”

It scoops the bug up on a piece of paper and moves it outside, away from me.

There is an Inconvenience at my doorstep.

How do I make it go away? It doesn't want to leave. Like a bug crawling up the wall.

I shoo at it, tell it to leave.

Much to my surprise, it listens to me.

It walks away. I watch it leave. My angel watches with me.

I watch other people. Many of them walk the world without a guardian. I wonder sometimes…

“Why did their angel leave?”

They have sinned.

It is human, I think. The path is narrow and oftentimes bumpy. The ride of life can get out of hand quite easily.

I wonder what it must be like, for an angel to leave. I wonder if those without an angel know their shadow is their only shield.

“Will you leave me, should I misstep?”

You will not.

“You can’t know that.”

I will not let you.

I cannot imagine seeing that through. And yet, my guardian angel sounds so sure of me.

I’ll keep you safe.

Sometimes, I wonder: Would my angel choose me?

There’s a Problem at my doorstep.

How do I make it go away? It doesn’t want to leave. If words aren’t enough, do I stain my hands with its blood, until it’s scared and running for shelter? Do I fight it away?

Violence should never be your answer.

I talk to the Problem. It does not listen to me at first. I talk some more and more until it finally turns. It leaves slowly, checking for an opportunity to be bothersome again.

I feel better now that the Problem is gone.

I am exhausted. It took a lot.

I fear the day my strength will be futile against the Bad Thing at my door. I doubt my guardian angel’s words will help then, at all.

I have a guardian angel.

It gives me advice, it guides my way, making sure I don’t wander astray.

It always follows behind me. I only catch an occasional glimpse of its glow in the corner of my eyes. The glow of a halo, I think. It is too faint to make its shape out properly.

You do not need to see me, my angel says. Listening is enough.

Perhaps those who have lost their angels have heard, but not listened.

I’ll keep you safe, it reassures me.

There is a Danger at my doorstep.

How do I make it go away? It doesn’t want to leave.

I assess the Danger, it terrifies me. My hands are shaking. It’s too heavy for me. Do I attempt to fight it? It will rip me to shreds. It will overwhelm me.

How do I defend myself from something so out of my league?

The Danger gets worse the longer I let it be. I have no resolve to face it.

Violence should never be your answer.

I wouldn’t win, anyway.

I turn away and hide my face as the Danger moves towards me.

I keep my eyes closed. I cover my ears. I feel myself crying unwanted tears.

Somehow, I feel no pain.

From behind me, the sounds of a fight. Bones snap and it occurs to me, my guardian angel whispered just as the Danger leaped my way.

I’ll keep you safe, it reminded me.

The sounds fade away.

I blink my tears away. When I look up, the Danger has gone.

From behind me I hear a thunk. It sounds like a heavy string snapped. In the corners of my blurred vision, I see a shadow.

Two horns where my angel’s halo used to be.

I have a guardian demon.

It gives me advice. It guides my way.

It is not malicious, like many think a demon to be. I hear its voice at all times. It speaks softly to me.

I’ll keep you safe.

No matter the cost, no matter what it takes.

It’s not always what I want it to be.

I didn’t choose it. My guardian chose me.

There is a bug on my wall. I do not look as my demon scoops it up and takes it outside.

Things are as they’re meant to be.

My guardian stays by me.

My hands are clean.

A path of bloody steps marks my way. It trails after the sinner that protects me.

I have a guardian demon.

My angel fell for me.

[miniagula]

ghouls. is this a safe space. bc i actually really love vaggie and i really really want to love her relationship w charlie but series charlie sometimes makes me want 2 eat drywall in the not-fun way

to tldr it: shit just didn't live up the way i thought it would be lmao

idk what it is that's giving me the bad taste in my mouth but particularly off the dome it's her desire w BEING GOOD and her disdain for hell, the show's pacing, and her inability to stand up for herself? like. why are you apologizing to the angels trying to kill you‼️‼️

sometimes it felt like charlie only rlly cared abt heaven and being good rather than loving her people for what they were, and doesn't seem to mind violence as long as it's undertaken for her own gain. and i don't have a problem with that! i thought they were interesting traits/conflicts that would get some more focus but they. didn't.

and vaggie. i LOVE vaggie so much. i love her design, i love her voice, i love the fallen angel background, i love she has so much love for charlie. ik that last bit is a point of contention for people but i loved it, and i thought all of it would also get more focus and it also didn't

[ohnoitspheo]

🍂✨A Cozy Fall Ibera ✨🍂

[whumperer-86]

Angels fall sometimes ep16

He fell down because of his ALS disease and his best friend rushed him to the hospital

[bloodbathfortwo]

What does everyone think of Nigel Forbes-Colbie ever getting pregnant? It doesn't matter how you interpret it: Omegaverse, males can get pregnant Au, Trans! Nigel. Just tell me your guys' headcanons of Nigel's pregnancy: The changes, the hardships, the softness, and the vulnerabilities.

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Lin Yi for Everyone Loves Me and Angels Fall Sometimes promos

[goatbeard-goatbeard]

weird thing about growing up evangelical: sometimes, that environment (accidentally) has some nice accommodations if you’re autistic. you don’t need to wear fancy clothes, that’s vanity. no you shouldn’t party and socialize as much as The World says you should. use your talents even if other people find you intense or strange, that’s your calling from God

so anyway, angel Crowley

[ophiocordyceps]

you cant tell whats going on here but its my turn on the fallen angel interpretations

[symbioticsimplicity]

Unable to escape the thought of Billy filling in on drums for Corroded Coffin. (Gareth broke his foot in probably the funniest yo-yo accident any of them has ever seen, but he does get benched from his set for a while which is less funny)

Billy hadn't been planning on it, he'd just happened to be getting the mail when a certain curly haired brunette rushed up to him, all big eyes and frenetic hand gestures. He explained that they needed a drummer for a session or four, and Billy looked like the kind of dude who knew how to play. (He does but hes never been called out on it before.)

He was about to refuse when Munson sweetened the deal by throwing in lunch and a smoke out. Billy could bang on some drums for a while for that.

Its weird meeting the rest of the group. Billy is pretty damn sure he's shoved at least one of them into a locker before. Not that he's not done his fair share of changing, but people tend to hold grudges. Though, he supposed Steve hadn't really been much better and he'd been at Munson's place every other night.

Eddy introduced him while he was lost in his head, although there was really no need. They knew who he was, everyone did.

Billy raised a hand in greeting, though he didn't smile.

He made his way to the drumset and the nerd legion parted for him like he was acidic or something. Not unexpected but still irritating. It made him feel bigger and sharper than he knew his was, the edges of his body undefined and jagged.

Eddie, evidently didn't share his friend's trepidation. He trapezed right on over to Billy to offer him the smoke he'd promised. He got much closer than he really needed to, like it never occurred to him to keep his distance.

Billy found himself liking it, despite the awkward newness of it, so he didn't correct him.

Fifteen minutes later they started actually practicing, once they were all baked enough to lose themselves in the music.

They weren't bad, he had to say. Jeff wasn't as ridiculously skilled as Eddie was, but he kept the rhythm just fine, playing around a little when he got a chance. The bassist, Billy could never remember what the fuck the kid's name was, was decent, if a little basic. And Eddie... he was actually way too good for a garage band.

Billy found himself struck by how smoothly Eddie's fingers ran up and down the fretboard, like he’d been made just to create music. His voice was lower than Billy would have expected, growlier too. It wasn't an unpleasant surprise, but it was distracting. If they'd been playing anything with more than a rocksteady beat, he'd have embarrassed himself.

If he wasn’t seeing things, Eddie had seemed a little distracted too.

One way to test his theory.

In the pause between songs, he shucked his shirt. He was sweating through it anyway, but it also gave him a chance to watch Eddie's reaction.

Munson was as subtle as ever.

He looked like he'd just seen a bomb go off, eyes wide and pupils blown, plump lower lip bit between his teeth while he tried to pretend like he wasn't staring. He was doing a terrible job, but honestly it was kind of cute. Billy didn't run into earnestness like that a lot, especially when it came to himself.

To his surprise, Munson made it a whole 'nother song before he decided to call the parctice due to a "sore throat". Billy almost smirked at that, but he kept it under wraps.

He made like he was going to head home, with absolutely zero intention to do that. He did smirk this time, when Eddie caught a hold of his forearm.

He muttered a "Can I talk to you real quick?" and it was all Billy could do to keep the smug grin from off his face.

Eddie's bandmates cleared out without much fuss, though Garreth did give Bill a look as he went.

They made it about five seconds into their talk before "talk" became "kiss" and about fifteen minutes before "kiss" became "aggressive make-out session".