#oh i like this one

[the-apology-dance]

CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS?!

You know how they were not talking at that point? CROWLEY. YOU ABSOLUTE SIMP.

Look at far right of the image.

THAT’S THE PILLARS ON THE FRONT STEP OF THE BOOKSHOP. I don’t believe anybody drives A BENTLEY besides CROWLEY CURRENTLY.

This means:

A) he is probably keeping tabs on Aziraphale despite not talking to him

B) he most likely is missing him and is lonely

C) He WANTED Aziraphale to know he was going to rob that church. He just wanted to see what Aziraphale would do about it.

No wonder Aziraphale didn’t need a lift. HIS BOOKSHOP IS A SERIOUSLY A COUPLE FEET BEHIND THE BENTLEY.

I wouldn’t be surprised if Crowley just popped in every now and again to sleep on the couch. Aziraphale probably wouldn’t care.

So, there is a cute discovery. Crowley, even when mad at Azi, doesn’t like being far from him. Just in case his Angel In Distress needs his Demon in shining armor.

(As someone amazingly pointed out. Yes, Aziraphale would be the landlord of that strip club and the XXX Theatre.)

[blmpff]

I Feel You Linger In The Air (2023) 1x6

[drawkivi]

manic

another old one from 2021

[imtoohotmilk]

If you're still taking requests could you do vampire Big b?

^,..,^ blood vers. under cut

[honmyoseagull]

Daken, by Neal Adams (Source Ebay) Marvel Premier 2014 #45 sketch card.

[writingwhimsey]

I hc for you that you'd actually hold up okay if you were to get isekai'd to IkeSen. I don't know why but I do lol

Oh that's a great compliment! I'm not sure how well I'd do without modern medicine and plumbing...but I think I'd at least do okay with the warlords lol.

[burningblake]

Tagged by @tisdae thank you sm! 💜

rules: list 5 comfort characters and tag 5 people

1. Patrick Jane

2. Wanda Maximoff

3. Aleksander Morozova

4. Yennefer of Vengerberg

5. Captain Jack Sparrow

I tag: @robntunney @lizzybennets @elena-gilbert @mauraeyk @payidaresque

[simcardiac-arrested]

Ooh, maybe hyacinth is like a purplish, pinkish, whitish bee iterator mix, and Eryngo is a purplish-blue bee iterator mix, and due to the color of both, maybe their hive has some areas which they sculpted to look like the bisexual, and trans pride flags, their hive using the colors of those flowers/flags primarily?

bi and trans colored iterators i agree

[xrayaudio]

[moonlightsmasquerade]

adams when they be murraying

OHHHHH MY GOODDD this sure can adam murray

[wornkindness]

which god chooses you?

Sidan, the God of Slow Caresses: They come to you with silk-smooth hands and breathy whispers in your ear. Not seen - no. Just felt, their body against yours in the darkness, their arms circling your body, their lips tracing down your collarbone. "Oh, the power you will hold." Their voice is low and husky. "We can drive men to madness, make women run in the streets tearing their clothes, tempt a monk from his cloister, change the heart of a king." You feel their fingers creeping up your neck, brushing ever-so-slowly across your skin. One presses gently against your lips, shushing you. "Rule with me. Give in to your senses. Become the silent longing in the dead of night." Their lips press against yours, burning like fire but so, so sweet. You can feel their touch lingering even after they draw away. "My sweet," they whisper. "My precious." Every part of your body is inflamed by their wanton hands, their soft passions, and you close your eyes even as you feel your form wisping to smoke, becoming not of flesh but of sensation. You are one with them. And they love you completely.

[wornkindnessa]

oh she !!

[blmpff]

KISEKI: DEAR TO ME (2023) 1x3

[thursdayglrl]

the flesh.... the poetry of the steak

[cervicrazed]

patron saint of the heart that beats in fearful silence, yet though it fears, still beats

[dishsaop]

the worst part about being an adult is thay its no longer socially acceptable to just roll down a really big hill and then run back up it and roll back down again. "oh is this a syphilis metaphor" passerby would ask. "is this for a tick tock". no i just wanna come home covered in dirt and scratches and bask in the the solace of childlike mirth