When you make a choice, you change the future.
Deepak Chopra
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https://x.com/ForticheProd/status/1782408566000832539
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Daaamn, he look low-key kinda attractive in this pic- Anyways, anywaaaaayys... Another thing on my season 2 wishlist of Hazbin, is a 👏🏿MUST-NEEDED 👏🏿 FILLER EPISODE👏🏿 At-least one!!! And before anyone says, "waaaaah!! I hate filler eps, they don't bring anything to the plot!!" Shut your weakass up. Cuz, yeah they really don't bring anything to the plot sometimes. But it does bring stuff to the characters, and their relationships with one another, and I plead, I fucking plead, they add one to the second season, either that be a beach ep. (Do they have beaches in hell? I don't know-) Or imagine this, a girls day out ep! Wouldn't that be cute? And they can finally focus on the female characters, flesh em out! They can be the main plot, either they go to a club, or bar, or just on some random adventure. And the boys can be the subplot, or other plot whatever you say, they can stay behind, and hopefully tend to the hotel. And they can bond, or something, hopefully stir up some drama, fight duel whatever. I also want to see a characters backstory, (I hope Alastor.) But it can literally be anyone, fuck! Even some random ass character like Susan, I just wanna see a human! I don't even care if it's a fucking nose. 😭 🤦🏿♀️ I just want to see a person.
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pov: you’ve just got home from the early screening of season 2.
twitter is waiting for the spoilers.
tumblr is waiting for the spoilers.
the Spoiler Gremlins are biting at the walls of their enclosure.
you crack out your phone. time to give the people what they want. you open twitter, type the spoiler, you’re about to press 'post'…
then, the lights go out.
that’s weird. must be a blackout.
you go to find a flashlight, and you swear you hear some sort of scampering in the hallway. you shine the flashlight; nothing there. huh. weird.
you return to your room, and open the door.
there’s a figure standing in the darkness.
your heart drops.
the figure makes no move.
gulping, you aim the flashlight and click it on.
it’s neil gaiman.
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This, this fucking image...
It drives me insane, just activates something visceral, and I finally realized why. It's not just an appropriately placed close up shot to denote intimacy between Gabriel and Beelzebub, it's a fuck damn pov shot.
Gabriel is not dressed in accordance to his preferences, he is borrowing Aziraphale's clothes. And Beezlebub, well lets just say a black blazer is a black blazer, not exactly the easiest thing in the world to differentiate. Just looking at those hands joining, the individual identities of their owners melts away. The moment could have so easily belonged to Aziraphale and Crowley... and it's just- it's... it's just like the Rats of Nimh. They've seen this sign everyday for almost their whole lives, and have never once known what it says. They can make inferences, use context clues, wherever they are, it seems to be too so it must be about them, but they couldn't ever know for sure. Until one day, without warning, they looked at the words, and understood them.
And the sign communicated a way out.
Aziraphale and Crowley are the first of their kind. I don't think we really appreciate or understand how utterly unfathomable what they feel for each other is in their lived contexts, even to them. All this painful fear, all these lengths they go to, all to keep safe this precious experience they don't even have the language to name. It's not just unallowed, it's unreal. So then just imagine what the actual fuck they must be feeling when they see someone else... just fucking do it. Just like that. An angel and a demon. In love. Intimate, affectionate, in front of heaven, in front of hell, in front of humanity, in front of GOD, and She knows who the hell else.
For literally the first time, they’re seeing the things they feel for each other exist in others like them.
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The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected.
Nicholas Sparks
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