#Husband ass is not

[mentalyunstable9736]

his ass is NOT

[martyrbat]

batman: odyssey (2011) #6

remember only one of them actually went to med school and got their degree and it is NOT the man dressed as a giant bat !!!

[little-the-rat]

They are madly in love

[blairtrabbit]

[nocterish]

This is definitely what happened at the start of episode 2

Here's to my first contribution to the fandom

[goddessjenets-blog]

[ato-dato]

Here he is. It’s him. And he’s not gonna sell you his books.

[frstk]

A chef can dream🥂

[it-wasntaphase]

very specific moments from “dan and phil compliment each other for 25 minutes” that i would like to highlight:

-“i think you know how to dress now. i think you’ve got a phil style”

-“i’m feeling a lot more comfortable in my own skin recently”

-dan pulling out phil’s chair for him and then holding it in place to make sure it didn’t roll away while phil sat down after getting the cardboard cutout

-“philly!”

-“it’s one of my favorite things you own” (in reference to the lace shirt)

-“you’ve got blue eyes, you’ve got that shirt, it was cute”

-“you look good there. you look strong. you look powerful”

-“i think i just like you in color. whenever dan wears color i’m like ‘aw you look nice today’”

-“you looked great though. that’s a good look”

-“matching boys”

-“give this man some curls”

-“look at how nice phil looked ACTUALLY. he had a lovely day”

-“but you look lovely” “thank you”

-“but YOU look lovely” (he had to emphasize it again)

please add any of your favorites that i didn’t mention :)

[televised-eyes]

*me on my deathbed*

grandkids: *crying* what is she saying???

me: neil…neil gaiman…he said…there’s an invisible and unbreakable line that joins crowley and aziraphale…

grandkids: …

me: … my god he was so real for that … *dies*

[reanimatedguts]

listen, we were all thinking it.

[p4nishers]

crowley, drunk off his ass: and i was yk just some fucked up soul born in cold and rain but he was my fucking sunlight or whatever

hozier, frantically writing on a napkin: HHHMMMM TELL ME MORE

[an2e77e]

“I thought your lot didn’t dance.”

details

[crowlixcx]

[theshippirate22]

season 3 starts. normal pan of The Street in soho. Nina is bussing tables. Maggie is opening a shipment of records and excitedly sorting them. Muriel is answering the phone, and while they’re wearing markedly more human clothes than we previously saw them in, the conversation they’re having with the other end of the line is unsurprisingly cryptic and/or misunderstood. We see a pale hand with a black sleeve take the phone and hear him mutter something along the lines of “fuck off” before slamming the phone back on the cradle. there’s an immediate cut from his hand to a startlingly similar one- but with a white sleeve instead. he’s tracing a familiar black car parked on the curb with tentative fingertips like he’s trying to summon a memory.

The bell to the bookshop rings and the door closes absurdly loudly in the silence. “Hello!” Muriel cries, reaching for the man behind them. He’s turned away, arms full of books that don’t really need to be moved but it gives him something to do.

“We’re closed,” he says vaguely, adding quickly “Indefinitely.”

“That’s a shame.”

Crowley drops the stack. The books clatter to the floor in a deafening heap. Muriel makes a noise like it physically hurt them

Crowley turns to face Aziraphale. It’s an awkward, stumbling moment of silence.

“I suppose you’ve come to take me to heaven, then.”

Aziraphale smiles. “No.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t think you’d like it.”

[zem-zem-zoom]

in bliss when im with you!! 🌈