#i need to be sedated.

[hideousvampire]

daniel contemplates ending it: the movie

[dollfaceksj]

I just read the hint of chapter 6 and…A BRAT TAMER? HE’S A BRAT TAMER? 😫

not gonna say much more but… this directly inspired ch6.

[firstbloomings]

[meownotgood]

ohhhh.... oh lord.................

[oathofkaslana]

i’m the most annoying hi3 fan in my mutual circle i am so sorry

[musical-chick-13]

No one:

Me: 24 YEARS! 24!!!! YEARS!!!!!!!!

[dantesmelancholicshitpost]

Imagine how hurtful it must have been for Crowley to see Gabriel, the person who literally took an active part in the process of traumatising the man he loves into the mindset that he cannot be happy and free, get a happy ending. To see the man, who was one of the reasons Aziraphale haven't even acknowledged their relationship for such a long time, because they were on "opposite sides". The man who was one of the reasons they couldn't be together, even as friends, for 6000 years. The man who wanted to execute Aziraphale with a smile on his face and "shut your stupid mouth and die already" as his "goodbye". Seeing this man getting what Crowley has always dreamt of: being able to run away with the person he loves, leave Heaven and Hell behind and just be together with his beloved - in Soho or on Alpha Centauri, literally wherever, because "Heaven is wherever Beelzebub is". Crowley seeing Gabriel get it so... so effortlessly, while he has worked for it so long, nearly died because of it and still haven't been able to get that, to get the happy ending and sever all the connections with Heaven and Hell. It must have hurt like hell (most literally).

[dykesbat]

i heart bad decisions

[littleredphantom]

I just wanna say I like how much more obvious the miracle gestures are about "pulling" from heaven and hell in this season they were very very subtle in s1 (which I also liked!!!) So to see the direction being so outright is so cool

[danibee33]

*ahem* Simon “Ghost” Riley (that’s it, that’s the whole post)

[cheekylittlepupp]

a little death ~

[cweampier]

no cause a anon 🤭🤭 PAUSE. <333

STAWPPPPP SONT PRAISE HER SHE NEEDS RO THINK ABT WHAT SHE SAID…

[sodashine]

couple of bonehead bozos <3

[usereddie]

eddie collapsing onto the ground at the mere thought of someone assuming ana is christopher’s mother but worrying about christopher being a player and pointing out how buck used to be one like…….i don’t want this perfectly nice woman to be my son’s mother in any capacity but he echoes the things you hate most about yourself and i love you to the core anyway. i see you in him even the parts that you hate and all it does is make me want you to stay.

[p4nishers]

i think it's time i admit i have the biggest fatest crush on 1941 crowley. like dude.

[meowpupp]

link to the og masterlist

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price is one of the more subtle ones. always looking out for you, always caring. he brings you coffee on late nights and sets up a little desk in his office for you. he always keeps you close, making sure you're comfortable.

price is touchy, but only enough to be slightly questionable. a hand on your shoulder that drifts up to the back of your neck, all while he praises you for being such a hard worker. he deliberately makes his voice lower and growly, loving the shivers that run through your body. he teases you in ways that arent entirely obvious, toying with you like a cat with its prey.

and those especially late nights? when the two of you are all alone, well into the 'ams'? he can't resist being a little bolder. standing behind you, squeezing your hips, your waist, your thighs.

he pulls your ass back against him, giving into his most perverted urges. all while nosing your neck, breath brushing the back of your neck as he speaks, “so pretty... tell me sweetheart, know how fucking lucky he is?"

it's the little whine you make, all too flustered by the musky, masculine scent of his cologne, feeling too overwhelmed to respond. your little shaky voice makes the tent in his pants harder and harder, pressing firmly into against you.

price can't help himself, finally giving in, his hand sliding down your tummy, slipping into your pants. his other arm wraps around your waist, corded muscle keeping you pinned flat. you can feel each ridge and bump of his muscle behind you, how easily he could bend you over the desk, take whatever he wants.

he doesn't touch you fully, not yet, just grazing his fingers over the band of your panties. his touch is torturous, slowly descending down, fingers light and teasing as they press over your swollen clit. “tell me… does he make you this wet? this desperate?” he laughs, condescending and breathy, "can he even make you cum doll?"