tolkien (a studied linguist) and me (has taken their fair share of linguistic classes) staring at each other after the narrator casually drops that the hobbits just 'forgot' their languages and simply adopted the common speech as if that is a normal thing that happens out of the blue and isn't connected to at best cultural assimilation and at worst colonialism, imperialism, and oppression
Radioapple fic, where idk Catlastor exists (or maybe it's just KeeKee or Fat Nuggets) and does something bad and so like Angel or whoever picks him up and is like "I'm putting you in Air Jail for that one mista'!"
The next time Lucifer annoys Alastor, he picks up Lucifer and goes "Air Jail."
It becomes a thing where sometimes you just see a grumpy Lucifer being held aloft by Alastor (or his shadow tentacles) as he goes about his day. Even Lucifer himself doesn't know why he lets this happen.
Each drawing of them sleeping peacefully together fill me with a strange melancholy. The way Machete buries his head into Vasco says so much more about his love than his words, breaking down his icy sheild. It makes me mad at the world they live in for inevitably tearing them apart (even though it's YOU that's doing it!). Ahhh I just want them to be happy. Thank you.