#chemically altered my brain

[wrenhavenriver]

You are stronger than any us marine fr. Hoping you feel better soon!

you are a kind and generous soul!! 🫡🫡🫡 thank you for the encouraging words ❤️❤️

[chernozemm]

infatuation makes your heart race love is quiet. love sets you at ease.

and because most of my pieces are mental screenshots of little scenes in my head, here's the scene:

Crowley was tugged into consciousness bit by bit. The afternoon light slowly filtered in, as well as the hum of music from the other room and the weird angle his neck was at. He was warm and content and wanted to sink back into his nap, but the threads of sleep fluttered away the more he tried. Finally, he took a deeper breath, shifting in the armchair, and cracked an eye open just a sliver. There he was, the angel, sitting at his desk. Had hardly noticed Crowley was awake, engulfed in his task of retouching a damaged page. Looking at his hands, Crowley became aware of the fuzzy warmth covering his own and peeked down to see a blanket tucked around his shoulders.

The feeling hit him so hard he let his head loll to the side, eyes closed. His chest tightened and he just…buckled. Finally came undone under the weight of his love for Aziraphale. Its inexorable, steadfast pull which he had been pushing back against for millennia, it had finally caught him off guard, sleepy and vulnerable and so tired from holding back, from refusing to name it. It was a quiet surrender. Crowley looked back at Aziraphale with the understanding of a man meeting his end and embracing it.

Perhaps he could gently pull the blanket to the side and get up. Perhaps he could cross the few steps to the desk and place a freshly made cup of tea to Aziraphale’s right. Perhaps he would hold his gaze, for longer than needed to answer “Don’t mention it”. Perhaps he would ask him if he would like a scone with that. Perhaps Aziraphale would understand that this was not about the scone at all. And yet, what Crowley was asking of him was also exactly about scones. And tea. And quiet afternoons together. Perhaps the angel would finally put down his sword, too, and the world would let out a breath it had been holding for millennia.

the soulmate to this piece, i guess.

[porrigens]

The Witch’s children🗡️

[girlsdads]

Whatcha doin there, Max? 😳

+bonus

[marinelake02]

[astal-art]

Realized tumblr should have been the first place I posted this I’m just a bit dumb. Anyway I think about them a lot

[crabonara]

[burningvelvet]

"Say you don't love me. I dare you. You cannot."

"I will not. I will love you until I die."

[guest-1-2-3]

I love it when animated movies are like “the system has been corrupt for years, the government’s been feeding everyone propaganda, and those we believe to be monsters were never evil at all” with a dash of found family featuring a man who works for the government in some way and a young(ish) girl who makes him realize how fucked up the government is. Then they overthrow the government. Good shit

[esmes]

i'm not gonna lie to y'all... i am not the same person i was before i noticed these little moments :'''''''''(

[rosecoloredmax]

ive been watching hannibal for the first time these last few days and the entire time ive been calling them “murder husbands” to my friends NOT KNOWING IT WAS AN ACTUAL LINE IN THE SHOW UNTIL I GOT TO IT IN SEASON 3

[dearabsolutelynoone]

MAKKARI & DRUIG

Eternals (2021) dir. Chloe Zhao

[kipp-your-secrets]

1. Zedaph. Zedaph is/n't

Rereading mouse hole/black hole by @sixteenth-days has become a part of my daily routine. The Hermit Archives by @chrisrin

reblog or else ^_^

[srcepiksla]

EVERYTHING IS UNDER CONTROL

[promises-atsundown]

[somegurl8]

Guys look at them (took these from Pheonixmaster1 over on Twitter though art credit goes to Hiiragi Akio)

My beloved. My scrunklies. I forgive them for not making this an Echoes banner now (but I am annoyed that the 40 summons for 1 instant pull is locked behind the FEH pass)