#One-wined angel

[aleksiremesart]

Sephiroth / Final Fantasy VII

[yarodrags]

Mr Nightingale he can't understand your songs

Occasionally Muriel will spot the wiry man curl up in a corner of the bookshop with his favourite tartan blanket and a bottle of chateauneuf du pape...

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Im so ready for Crowley to bust out his post divorce hair bc she be slaying

I subscribe to the fan analysis about how crowley is at heart an engineer 🥰 i just think that's so lovely hence his bird cage is adorned with symbols reminiscent of the Fibonacci spiral

And bc i love matching to show how these 2 complement each other azi has swirls wherw the light hits and crowley mainly has swirls in the shadows

There are also starry swirls on his turtleneck

[ketrinadrawsalot]

Angeltober #15: It's called the "angel's share," not the "angel's chug"

[frances-baby-houseman]

I read the new Elin Hildebrand book over the weekend (it comes out next month), and she had a character say,

"What's good with you and Lamont? Are you linking?"

and I cannot stop thinking about this woman who thinks 20 somethings talk like this. Who talks like this!!

Also I want to commend her on creating a character who is EXACTLY like every single nantucket character she's ever created, including only listening to yacht rock, but making her a ~~Lesbian~~. Like, not even ONE muna song in that playlist! I love it. I love this. Elin Hildebrand I know this is your last book but may you never stop writing 🙏🏻

[fuckyou-saidtheraven]

*rattles the bars of my cage*

hey mechs tumblr?

what the FUCK do you mean the angel drank bottles of dionysian wine?

[1uc0z4dee]

you sunshine, you temptress my hand's at risk, i fold

[quietwingsinthesky]

I think Jack Kline & Abigail Hobbs should be besties

[obstinatecondolement]

Having a whale of a time sorting Hozier songs into "This is sung from Crowley's point of view about Aziraphale" and "This is sung from Beelzebub's point of view about Gabriel" with a third catch-all "I do not yet know how this relates to Good Omens, but I will continue to work hard and believe in myself" category.

[landofgay]

we're going to have GROWN UP DINNER. I am making a SALAD. there will be CHAMPAGNE. it will be FANCY. we will be smoking WEED.

[norcried]

me: i think i'm happy with leuthere's design now me, finding a head that fits him SO MUCH better:

[websitewizard2005]

tumblr user websitewizard2005 once again planning an edgy lloyd allen animatic to a song that lloyd allen himself would hate. fork found in the kitchen.

[capn-o-my-soul]

save me symphonic works for concert band save me

[depravedangelbaby]

heheh rambling in tags

[mars-ipan]

genuinely don’t know what’s worse between crowley being completely unable to enter the bookshop (either because he can’t bring himself to emotionally or because zira no longer owns it and he has to be reinvited in) and crowley spending as much time as possible in the bookshop only to be haunted by little memories of aziraphale the whole time

[evermoreal]

price would be strangely possessive over his assistant.

referring to her as things that really aren’t work appropriate at all. “swee’eart,” “dolly,” “sugar.” once, a “baby” slipped through his teeth, but he was switching the subject before she could really catch on.

it’s hard to pinpoint exactly when it was he started tacking “my” in front of his pet names. “my angel,” “my love.”

even when she wasn’t in the room — it was impossible to know he was talking about a colleague with the way he spoke about her. “my woman’s always on my case abou’ shit like that — cholesterol levels, sugar intake. fuckin’ bullshit, but i do it to make ‘er happy.” or “can’t stay long, lads — got my lady waitin’ on me.”

in the summer months, her skirts get a bit shorter and her tops a bit tighter. he doesn’t blame her, the AC is shit and the heat can be suffocating. what does bother him, though, is the way his men ogle her as they stroll past her desk. how they’re coming up with excuses to visit her throughout the day.

it’s an easy enough fix. “why don’t ye come work in my office for the day, lovey?” he’s already collecting her paperwork. “keep an old man company, would ye? i’ve got a nice little fan too, keep ye nice an’ cool.”

though the job came with benefits, perhaps more than an assistant should be getting, price didn’t think it was enough. when her phone started to slow and the screen cracked, he left a new one on her desk. didn’t bother mentioning it came out of his paycheque. if she complains about her outfit — all my good clothes are in the wash — he’ll take her shopping, doesn’t let her worry about the totals. and, hey, if they end up at a lingerie shop, no one has to know, right? he’s just being a good boss. it’s only crossing a few boundaries when he gets her to model it for him in the fitting rooms. when she disappears behind the curtain, john adjusts himself in his slacks — it’s a natural reaction. on that note, it would make too much of a fuss if he were to correct the worker when she asks if his wife needs any help.

when day turns to night and she’s refusing price’s suggestion of hitting another shop, he pulls into a nearby restaurant, insists on treating her to a glass of wine to end the night. finding out she’s a lightweight is a pleasant discovery — two glasses in and her skin is warm to the touch, she’s giggling and hanging onto his every word. he likes her like this, he decides — but it’s not safe to leave her alone. no, she should stay with him tonight. another few sips and she’s agreeing, changing into one of her new lingerie sets and falling into john’s bed, dozing off with his hand splayed over her tummy, beard tickling the back of her neck.

it’s been too long since he’s had a woman in his life. his wires have gotten a bit crossed. you can’t blame him, can you?

[fenderguitar]

oh yeah, thank EVERY higher being that i didn't waste money on bartending school last year.