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lottachaos · 9 months

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GOOD OMENS SEASON TWO SPOILERS

Ok I’m gonna be deeply ranting and analyzing the kiss scene (mostly just the kiss itself) because OH MY GOSH THERES SO MUCH TOO IT

First of all here’s a gif of it:

And also I don't have a gif of it but when Crowley releases Aziraphale, what struck me was that he didn’t make them burst apart he gently and almost sadly just stepped back. And then watched. Now. One of the biggest things I’ve been thinking about in this (because I’ve been obsessively watching it over and over) is how Crowley is kissing him. It’s a long kiss. It’s not sensual. It’s not eating each others faces. It’s intimate and very romantic. Crowley missed Aziraphales lips by a hair and is slightly kissing his chin. Crowley holds him there as they sway back and forth slightly. I can’t see if his eyes are open or not. But the thing that strikes me about this is how much all of Crowley’s body language and everything just scream about how much he doesn’t want to move. He finally kissed his angel and he wants to stay pressed up against him, finally locked in the embrace he didn’t realize he needed for so long. He just stays there. He doesn’t kiss deeper. He just stays pressed against him, not wanting to deal with how Aziraphale will look at him afterwards.

then he has to break apart. He does it gently, but suddenly. Like he had to force himself but doesn’t want to . He wanted to stay, but he knows he can’t. So he steps back with his heart breaking more than he thought possible.

now onto Aziraphale.

Aziraphale is shocked. His eyes go from open to closed to open to closed. He leans back so slightly you almost can’t see it. He doesn’t seem to know how to feel.

And then his hands go around Crowley. It almost seems like it’s an unconscious motion, given how he looks after they break apart. It looks like for a split second, he lets himself melt into Crowley, as his hand wraps around his back and slides across it. But then he hesitates again abd takes his hands away. He thinks he can’t melt into Crowley. But there was the one moment where he broke.

after they break apart, Aziraphale looks shocked, upset, desperate, and to me, even a little disgusted. Probably because he doesn’t know how to deal with it. He licks his lips and moves his mouth around abd seems uncomfortable. But then after Crowley leaves he presses a hand to his mouth. He holds it for a second and starts crying. He realized he liked how it felt. He realizes everything he’s been missing. He loved the feeling of Crowley’s lips on his. Most importantly, he loves crowley.

on the topic of people hating on Aziraphale and saying the metatron did something to him, I disagree. This seems completely in character fir Aziraphale. He’s not an arsehole, he’s in conflict. He thinks he’s not allowed to love Crowley. I get him.

ok Thanks for coming to my Ted talk hehe bye

#goodomens #ineffable idiots #ineffable husbands #ineffable spouses #good omens #good omens 2 #good omens 2 spoilers #good omens season two #gos2 spoilers #david tennant #michael sheen #niel gaiman #rants #unintelligible rants #help my heart

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grandmaster-anne · 1 year

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8 May 2023 The Duke and Duchess of Gloucester join the Big Help Out at the Coptic Orthodox Church. They received a figure from His Eminence Archbishop Angaelos of London and met the community gathered to celebrate the coronation of King Charles III.

#HELP MY HEART #WHY ARE THEY SO FLIPPING CUTE #PLEASE #🥹#uggggh #gloucesters being the sweetest couple #prince richard duke of gloucester #birgitte duchess of gloucester #my gifs

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ruiniel · 2 months

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I can't with this manga

#help my heart #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #mangacap #demon slayer manga #yoriichi tsugikuni #tanjiro kamado #demon slayer yoriichi #kny manga #tsugikuni yoriichi #kamado tanjiro

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thebibliosphere · 1 year

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"I got you baby girl" 😭😭😭

#tlou hbo #the last of us hbo #help my heart

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voidoffline · 21 days

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To cope with Charlie’s new wobble dogs video I drew Trurb. My heart can not take what the fuck happened I-

#Charlie Slimecicle fanart #wobble dogs #Charlie Slimecicle wobble dogs #charlie slimecicle #wobble dogs Trurb #help my heart #wobble dogs Charlie Slimecicle spoilers #<???#Idk man #Charlie Slimecicle spoilers #art #digital art #my art #fanart #art doodles #digital doodle #doodle #doodle or art idk #I drew this to heal

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ddreamghost · 2 years

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Help! I am Obsessed with the Merchant! (The One Within the Villainess)

This was a color edit I did after reading The One Within the Villainess and post this way earlier on Reddit.

I am obsessed with this guy and I can’t help freaking help it!😭😭 That I am so weirdly obsessed with him, I post this on Reddit cuz I want to know I ain’t alone and How it will be interesting (And Better, it is like there are so many ✨spice✨ you can do with this) if he was the ML for our ✨Badass Queen Remilia✨ (Malewife and GirlBoss Dynamic-)

And if they ever showed the official “ML”, I will still stan my boi, Thorne the Shopkeeper/Merchant, and still prefer him over the official ML.

#the one within the villainess #color edit #manga #manga art #im obsessed #reddit #male lead #manga crop #medibang #squealing #and crying #color manga #help my heart #pls help #akuyaku reijou no naka no hito #manga coloring #medibandpaint #manga edit #villainess

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thespaceyace · 1 year

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the mentors of the defense 🪦

#ace attorney #the great ace attorney #kazuma asogi #mia fey #oh wow #nice bewbs #they are dead now #spoiler alert #whoops #love them #i wish they were real #help my heart #i want to cry

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zus-anka · 25 days

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Wedding night Nanami Kento

angst, death, established relationship,

“Grief is just love without a place to go.” You remembered your therapist words as you were sobbing over his grave.

Nanami Kento.

You choked on your own tears as you thought more about him. Every day you had the same routine. Wake up. Cuddle. You iron his clothes. Especially his tie because you knew how much he cared about it. He would kiss you goodbye and go to work. Then after a minute he would always come back and knock on the door again because “I didn’t get enough of you”. You would giggle and hasten him. That day looked the same except he called you in the evening.

“I’m sorry love you have to eat alone today. Don’t wait for me”

“Okay handsome… be safe for me”

“Everything for my fiance”

Fiance. He proposed a year ago and immediately started planning the wedding. But you put the end to it. You told him you are too young for marriage and to life few next years as engaged couple. You two had plenty time for marriage. He told you how dangerous his job was and that he wanted to life his live to the fullest with you. “I may be selfish but I want to be with you forever. Make you the mother of my children.” And you still told him that you were too young. You were stupid. Now there is only grief.

“I can’t do is on my own here”

You weren’t as your shared apartment since you found out.

You fainted and your neighbors, hearing the thud, called for help. You woke up in the hospital and immediately went to jujutsu high to get some information. You just got his tie. Dirty and creased. Then you went to Shibuya. And you screamed. You knew he was there and it was all just a joke. Right? He wouldn’t break a promise. He wouldn’t do it to his fiance. You say him everywhere, in the store, right by the corner, beside you, next to some other person. This was the moment you first cried. It just hit you with full force. In that moment it got to you that he was gone. Your fiance would never hug you again. He would never come back for a deep kiss as the doorstep. You would never iron his clothes again. You would never have sex with him. You would never go on a date with him. You would never say “I love you” to him. You would never have a chance to marry this man. You collapsed to the floor touching your ring. “You were never selfish.”

“Who did you lose here?” some old lady asked you giving you a candle to light. It was a place where a lot of blood was shed. It again hit you.

“My husband.” you couldn’t help yourself. This feeling wasn’t similar to anything you ever felt before. Your heart bleed and you didn’t have a bandage. You lit the candle.

Then you went to the shrine and prayed to the goods to end this pain. You couldn’t breathe. You were suffocating. Your phone rang. Somebody from jujutsu high informed you about the burial.

“It will be a private ceremony to not…..” the words were mixing in your head. You didn’t want to listen about it.

“Make it bigger.”

“What?”

“The grave, make it bigger” you hung up.

Your long walk finally took you to the apartment. You were scared and wanted to throw up. You hadn’t eaten anything in more than a day. You unlocked the doors and the smell made you throw up anyway. It was hard to walk through your shared space. The silence. The warmth. It made you go to the bathroom. You made a decision. “I can’t make it on my own” you sat on the floor.

It took you a few hours to finally get the courage to take the pills. You had been crying, smelling his clothes, eating his snacks. Now you were lying with his tie wrapped around your ring finger. You closed your eyes and he entered the room.

“Hello love, I came back”

“I can see” you run up to him and kissed him.

“I could never get enough of you my love”

“I want to tell you something” you made a pause finding his beautiful, loving eyes “I want to get married. The quicker the better.” You have never seen him smile so hard.

Now two days later you have come back to your old routine. Again you were laying next to each other, your hands linked. But this time, you weren’t in your bed but some other life. Probably on your wedding night.

Yea I kinda cried writing this. the neighbourhood wasn't helping

#nanami kento #kento nanami #jjk angst #bawling my eyes out #help my heart #too much

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ryan-waddell11 · 1 year

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this man is sick, he knows what he’s doing.

btw I saw this on Twitter, so if I have to see it so do all of you

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amynchan · 11 months

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#DGM #Allen #Johnny #help my heart #TT^TT

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lottachaos · 9 months

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WHEN CROWLEY DROVE AWAY IN THE FINAL SCENE OF SEASON TWO HE WAS GOING THE SPEED LIMIT

HE WAS GOING THE FREAKING SPEED LIMIT

Help my heart I can’t DO THIS ANYMORE

#goodomens #ineffable husbands #ineffable idiots #crowley x aziraphale #david tennant #michael sheen #help my heart #good omens 2 spoilers #gos2 spoilers #good omens season two #good omens

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grandmaster-anne · 1 year

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February 1965 Queen Elizabeth II standing in an open top car with her husband Prince Philip and President Dr. Tigani El Mahi as they drive past camel riders during their visit to Sudan

#HELP MY HEART #😍🥰💗#og otp #my philibet heart #🥹🥹🥹#queen elizabeth ii #prince philip #duke of edinburgh #philibet

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starfinss · 1 year

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I saw "Pokemon shield is also acceptable" and had to say this. Milo cuddle fic? Please he's my favorite gym leader from sw/sh, he's such a sweetheart

I adore Milo, and Sw/Sh is more than acceptable! Milo looks like he’d give great hugs, a big ole teddy bear. Sorry this took a second for me to reply to, I was trying to figure out how to write this, plus I had to boot up my copy of Sword on my switch to do some surveying of the scenery, but I should be good to go now.

(Story starts under the cut!)

— ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇ

All you wanted to do was go home.

Maybe everyone had a case of the fuck-it-Fridays, maybe it was the unexpected rain, maybe it was an amalgamation of things. You weren’t sure. All you knew was that everyone working at the offices of Turffleid Orchard seemed to have woken up on the wrong side of the bed, and they seemed to be taking it out on you.

You were fine, though, you really were. You’d only had one instance of crying in the bathroom, and that was honestly admirable. You had thick skin. You could last until five o’clock when it was time to go home. It was just one more hour, and then you’d be able to go home to your loving boyfriend and his mouthwatering cooking. That sounded perfect. You were already imagining a meal of whatever fried veggies he’d harvested that day, farm fresh and delicious.

“(Y/N).”

Your coworker, Ella, snapped you out of your daydream as she peeked her head into your office.

“The boss wants that report, like, yesterday. On the apple crate delivery to Monostoke.”

You glanced at the report, which was sitting on your desk in front of you. You’d only just received it about an hour ago, so you were only about halfway done filling it out. You gave Ella a desperate look, and she sighed.

“I’ll see what I can do to stall him. How far along are you?”

“About halfway,” you replied, exasperated, “blimey, today should just be cancelled.”

She gave a derisive snort. “Yeah, cheers to that.”

With little more to add, Ella turned and left the office, undoubtedly to stall your impatient boss, which you knew would buy you roughly twenty minutes. With a deep sigh, you combed your fingers through your hair and picked up your pen, trying to focus your scattered thoughts back on the task at hand.

You glanced at your clock, groaning inwardly when you saw that the hands had hardly even moved. You turned the clock down, glaring at it as if it had insulted you.

The more your pen moved over the paper, the more you felt like your brain was melting out your ears, so you decided that after your were done with this, you were going home. You’d done enough work for five people, what, with the flu going around and accounting for the lack of staff that day.

With a soft sound of triumph, you signed your name at the bottom of the report, and stood up to walk the report to your boss’s office down the hall. Ella was halfway perched on the desk, in the middle of telling some joke as you walked in and set the manila folder containing the report down.

“I’m heading home, hope that’s alright,” you said.

Your boss nodded absently, his attention still focused on whatever Ella had been saying. “Careful of the rain. Cheers.”

“Yeah, cheers.”

You maintained your professional posture until you got outside the door, after which your shoulders slumped. You were done. Arceus, you were tired. With little fanfare, you trudged back to your office to grab your coat and spare umbrella before beginning the short walk back to your house, which you shared with Milo.

The rain was falling in sheets, soaking your shoes and socks as it sprayed beneath your umbrella, and you felt frustrated tears prick your eyes as everything began to overwhelm you. Work had been a nightmare, you were exhausted, and now your feet were wet. You whispered a creative swear as water seeped into your socks, fully solidifying just how horrible your day had been.

And, to top it off, as you were digging your keys out of your purse, you accidentally flung them down beside the front steps of your house and into a puddle. You stared at them in betrayed silence.

That was it. Your limit.

All at once, you felt the floodgates open, tears beading at your lash line as you rapidly blinked them away. With a frustrated huff, swallowing the lump in your throat, you scooped the sodden keys out of the puddle and shoved one into the lock. After some unwelcome struggle with said lock, made sticky with the weather, you managed to get the door open, finally stepping into the foyer and folding your dripping umbrella. You leaned heavily against the door once it was shut behind you, taking a minute to breathe before going about taking your shoes and coat off.

There was movement deeper in the house, followed by a delighted chirp, undoubtedly coming from Gossefleur, who enjoyed accompanying Milo while he was cooking. You heard him speaking softly to the Pokémon before more movement, and you knew he was coming to greet you.

Quickly, you wiped your eyes with the back of your hand before taking a seat on the bench beside the door to unzip your ankle boots, which you placed beside Milo’s work boots on the shoe rack. You then moved to hang up your coat in the closet.

“You’re home early,” Milo remarked as he came into view, “how was your day?”

You felt that lump return to your throat as your mind played back the day’s events. There’s no way Milo missed the way you swallowed it with an audible sniffle.

“Well,” you said, “it started off okay.”

Without looking at him, you moved to walk past your boyfriend and into the house, but he caught your hand in his, forcing you to stop in your tracks.

“Sunshine,” he said softly, and the sweet pet name made your heart flutter in your chest, “look at me, will you?”

You knew you couldn’t. Because if you did, you’d just start crying. One look into his eyes and you’d be a blubbering mess, and after the day you’d had, that was the last thing you wanted.

Milo moved so he was standing in front of you, your hand still encased in his as he used his opposite hand to tilt your chin up to look at him.

He smiled tenderly, affection in his pretty eyes.

“There she is,” he said, “there’s my sunshine.”

Tears blurred your vision as you buried your face in his chest, and you felt his arms wrap around you, holding you close.

“Tell me everything,” he said, in no hurry.

You sniffled. “Today just sucked.”

“Yeah?” He said, “that kind of day?”

You nodded, swallowing back a sob.

Milo let you cry, stroking your hair and holding you until you felt just a little better. Your arms wrapped around his waist, and you smiled finally as you felt him press a kiss into your hair.

“Let’s eat on the sofa,” he said, and you nodded.

“Okay.”

You changed out of your work clothes and into a pair of pajama pants, as well as one of Milo’s sweatshirts, which nearly went down to your knees. The sweatshirt smelled of fresh grass clippings and the earthy soap he used, which filled you with comfort.

Dinner was a warm veggie soup with lentils and abundant spices to add an extra kick. It filled you with warmth and comfort as you ate, and once you were done, Milo didn’t even allow you the chance to get up before he took your bowl to the kitchen for you.

The television was switched on, tuned to your favorite show, and you sighed happily as Milo pulled you against him, reclining back on the sofa. He made room for you by parting his legs, allowing you to nestle on his chest. He was perfectly warm, and the sound of his heartbeat beneath your ear was enough to make you start to feel sleepy.

“Baby,” you said, and Milo looked down at you.

“Hm?”

“Thank you.”

He canted his head, confused. “What for?”

You shrugged, resting your chin on his chest to look at him. “I dunno. Just being you. I had such an awful day, and now you’re here to make it all better.”

Milo smiled, pulling you closer. “You always make my day better, sunshine. I should be thanking you.”

He leaned in to kiss you and you melted into him, adoring the way his hand cradled your jaw, thumb smoothing along your cheekbone. His lips were soft against yours, and you were left smiling as you pulled away, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Can you just hold me?” You asked quietly, and Milo chuckled.

“As if you even need to ask.”

His arms tightened around your body, and you nestled close as your eyes foxed on the tv screen, blissfully comfortable and happy. Milo was home to you. He was what made coming home so much better at the end of the day, and moments like this, where you were laying wrapped up in him, those were your favorites.

You felt Milo tuck your hair back away from your face.

“That’s my hoodie,” he remarked, tugging lightly at the fabric. You grinned.

“That a problem?”

“Nah. You just look so cute in it that I didn’t even notice.”

Your face flushed. Even after you’d been with Milo for as long as you had, he always knew exactly how to make heat rise to your cheeks. He was genuine in a way that not many people are, and that was one of your favorite things about him.

“Maybe you should wear my clothes sometime,” you said, and Milo snorted.

“Not sure they’d fit me, love.”

You snickered at the mental image of your burly boyfriend trying to fit into one of your shirts.

“I know, I’m joking.”

Milo smiled and kissed you on the head before relaxing back into the sofa cushions.

You ended up marathoning episodes of your favorite show until it grew late, and Milo got up once to make some popcorn, which you shared. It was the perfect evening, after such an awful day.

“You know I love you, right, sunshine?”

You looked up at Milo. “Of course. I love you, too.”

Milo cupped your face. “Never forget it.”

“I won’t.”

You slept better than you had in weeks that night, wrapped up in your boyfriend’s arms.

Fin.

Hope that was what you wanted, anon! This was an absolute joy to write.

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