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abellinthecupboard · 2 months
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Questions About Angels
Of all the questions you might want to ask about angels, the only one you ever hear is how many can dance on the head of a pin. No curiosity about how they pass the eternal time besides circling the Throne chanting in Latin or delivering a crust of bread to a hermit o earth or guiding a boy and girl across a rickety wooden bridge. Do they fly through God's body and come out singing? Do they swing like children from the hinges of the spirit world saying their names backwards and forwards? Do they sit alone in little gardens changing colors? What about their sleeping habits, the fabric of their robes, their diet of unfiltered divine light? What goes on inside their luminous heads? Is there a wall these tall presences can look over and see hell? If an angel fell off a cloud would he leave a hole in a river and would the hole float along endlessly filled with the silent letters of every angelic word? If an angel delivered the mail would he arrive in a blinding rush of wings or would he just assume the appearance of the regular mailman and whistle up the driveway reading the postcards? No, the medieval theologians control the court. The only question you ever hear is about the little dance floor on the head of the pin where halos are meant to converge and drift invisibly. It is designed to make us think in millions, billions, to make us run out of numbers and collapse into infinity, but perhaps the answer is simply one: one female angel dancing alone in her stocking feet, a small jazz combo working in the background. She sways like a branch in the wind, her beautiful eyes closed, and the tall thin bassist leans over to glance at his watch because she has been dancing forever, and now it is very late, even for musicians.
— Billy Collins, Questions About Angels (1999)
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toastpandadraws · 5 months
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Good Omens Shit Post
This song fits so well with this clip and I hate that it does.
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justanordinaryfangirl · 10 months
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I’m a bit confused regarding the Cotillion dance. How are they dancing so well????
Didn’t we get a lengthy explanation by God Herself in Season 1 that Aziraphale can only dance the gavotte and Crowley only knows to dance disco (badly)?
Does this mean …. they practised???
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resentful-reads · 10 months
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Good Omens by Terry Pratchett & Neil Gaiman
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sovamurka · 8 months
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I think it's funny how despite Linda's "Ворона" not being on the official soundtrack for The Crow (1994) it still IS there when I think about it...
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flipp-ppilf · 6 months
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How many angels can dance on the head of a pin?
The answer is one, but only if he has company.
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capinejghafa · 11 months
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Firstly, angels don't dance. It's one of the distinguishing characteristics that marks an angel. So, none. At least, nearly none […] So providing the dance was a gavotte, the answer is a straightforward "one". Then again, you might just as well ask how many demons can dance on the head of a pin. They're of the same original stock, after all. And at least demons dance. Not what you'd call good dancing, though.
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simphornies · 4 months
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A/N: The Alastor x Reader x Lucifer fic nobody asked for <3 I hope you all enjoy
Word count: 3.3k (3,360) Warnings: THIS IS LITERALLY SMUT AND SMUT AND SMUT. MINORS DNI.
Our Darling Angel - [ Alastor x F!Reader x Lucifer ]
You spent the day driving your boyfriends insane. There was no absolute reason for it besides one thing: the consequences for it.
Charlie had thrown a party, inviting everyone she could to from the seven rings to the hotel in hopes of recruiting new sinners. With Lucifer’s help, plenty of them came. Moreso for the alcohol but the sight of so many demons in the hotel filled Charlie with enough joy that she settled for it, enjoying the party to the fullest.
You donned a beautiful gown that hugged your curves perfectly and showed enough skin to rile up your partners. Alastor wasn’t allowed to kill anybody during the party but he definitely took note of who tried to push their advances on you. His eyes twitched from rage, his smile wide and almost menacingly tight. He kept watch from a distance, watching over you from the balcony on the second floor.
Lucifer, on the other hand, was the one on the floor with you to whisk you away from audacious demons that would try to dance with you. You noticed how they were both on the edge and a little idea popped into your head. You gave Lucifer a kiss on the cheek after telling him to go relax and have fun, wind down and grab some drinks from the bar.
“Hey, Y/N! Did you want anythin—” He turned to face where you were to see that you were gone. He looked around frantically and glanced up at where Alastor was, hoping you were beside him. All he saw was the irritation evident on his face. His ears pinned flat against his head. Alastor looked at Lucifer and tilted his head over to the direction you were in. When Lucifer got to look, you were on the dance floor, dancing away with some lowly sinner.
Lucifer, seething with jealousy at the sight of someone else’s hands on you, started to walk towards you but stopped in his tracks at the sight of your smile.
You loved to dance, often doing so with Alastor and Lucifer. He decided not to stop you and sighed in defeat. He grabbed two drinks before heading up to where Alastor was.
You felt their gazes on you the entire time, often sneaking a glance at them as you were spun around and passed onto another dance partner. They were jealous. Painfully and obviously jealous.
The music changed and both of your beloveds’ ears perked up. Alastor’s hair fluffed up in rage and Lucifer was doing his absolute best to maintain his composure. It was undoubtedly requested by Asmodeus. The music was sensual, usually intended for couples. You were in the middle of it all, thriving off of the spotlight.
They watched you intently, desperately wanting to whisk you away and take the place of whoever was your partner. Their claws were practically digging into whatever surface they were on, leaving behind scratch marks.
Everyone was in sync, so they somewhat understood that this is how the dance is supposed to go. But the way your hips were touched, the way you swayed them, the way you were spun and the way you bent backward onto the hand on your back, they couldn’t take it any longer.
Lucifer was the first to go, excusing himself to go to your shared bedroom. Alastor followed not too long after.
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You had the time of your life, drinking and dancing the night away. You bid everyone farewell, giving the guests the little pamphlets Charlie made to advertise the hotel. Your feet were sore from moving in the heels and after wishing everyone a good night, you head up into your room.
“I’m here!” You announced as you walked into the room. Lucifer was on the bed, impatiently waiting for you. He practically ran over to you and hugged you like you almost died. “Luci—”
“I just…missed you.” He says as he looks up at you with the most heartwarming puppy dog eyes.
You smile sweetly, running your fingers through his golden locks. “I live with you.” You giggled.
“I can miss you even if you’re next to me all the time!” He huffed.
You laughed and pushed him away gently. “I have to go shower. Keep my side warm for me!” You ran to the bathroom to wash off the sweat and soothe your muscles. As soon as you got out and dried yourself off, you put on a silk robe that Alastor gifted you. You left the bathroom stretching your sore arms out. Lucifer glanced at you from the bed with a look in his eyes, you couldn’t quite catch it since he turned around too fast. “Where’s Ala—”
You felt hands grab you from behind, causing you to instinctively tense up. “Did you enjoy yourself, my dear?” Alastor asked, rubbing your shoulders gently.
“Alastor!” You grinned, “Yes I did. Did you see me killing it on the dance floor? If it was a competition, I think I would’ve won if I do say so myself.” You said, beaming with pride completely unaware of the lust filled looks you received from both of them as Alastor walked you to the bed.
“Oh we sure did see you, darling!” Alastor responds, jealousy evident in his voice. He leaned closer to your ear, whispering in his low and radio laced voice, “We sure watched you.”
His voice sent shivers down your spine. The moment you were on the bed, Lucifer gently turned your head with a soft hand. “You looked like you had fun, babe. Putting on a beautiful show like that.” He was dangerously close to your face, causing you to let out a gasp.
“I-I’m glad you enjoyed it—”
Before you could continue, Alastor grabs your face with his hand, turning it so you face him, “Enjoyed? What is there to enjoy after seeing filthy sinners touch you like that? So…provocatively.”
Your face warmed up and you were unsure if it was from the heat that radiated from them being so close or if it was from the instant arousal at the subtle growl in their voices.
“Don’t tell me you two are jealous?” You teased, pushing your luck. “If you two wanted to dance with me, you should’ve said so!”
In an instant, you were on your back with your head in Alastor’s lap as he held your wrists together with his shadows. Your hips held in place by Lucifer. It didn’t take long for you to see and feel the tightness in their pants.
“Darling. You are ours and ours alone, or have you forgotten?” Alastor questioned, his eyes darkened and his smile was menacing.
“I think she needs a reminder that she doesn’t need any other hands on her, Al.” Lucifer smirks at you. 
You gulped and started to nervously laugh, “I-I know! I'll never forget that!”
“The way you allowed such filth to touch you in such a way, dance or not, tells us you’ve forgotten. I believe you need a reminder of who you truly belong to.”
You squeezed your thighs tightly together only for them to be pried open by Lucifer with ease. Lucifer unties your robe, exposing your whole self to them both. He chuckled as he saw how you dripped with delight.
“Did we excite you, sweetheart?” Lucifer asked, teasing your entrance with soft grazes. You gasped at the feeling of his cold fingers running up and down, passing by your clit without touching it.
“And no underwear, dear? My, you must have been expecting this!” Alastor exclaimed. “You’re not allowed to cum unless we say so, understood?”
You nodded and thrusted your hips to beg for more of Lucifer’s attention. “Ah ah, baby~” He tuts, “You don’t get to have a say on how tonight goes. Not after that display you put on.” He slides a finger inside of you slow enough for you to whine about it. He held your hips down, not allowing you to buck your hips for more.
“You can take this, can’t you darling?” Alastor teased, his hand caressing your cheek softly, “After all, this is your own doing.”
Lucifer pumped his finger in and out of you, curling it as soon as he’s fully inside to rub the spot he knew you loved the most. You let out a sinful moan as he does, wriggling underneath them both. Alastor’s hand travels from your cheek to your breasts, massaging them. His grins widen at the sounds you made underneath him.
Lucifer pulled his finger out of you, admiring the arousal that coated it. You let out a desperate whine at him, “Pl-please.” You whimpered, looking at him with lust filled eyes. “More please, Luci.”
Without a second’s notice he moved his head down to your entrance.He held your thighs open and ravaged your insides with his tongue. You shake underneath them, eyes looking up at Alastor. His eyes and ears were blessed with your audible pleasure. Lucifer didn’t stop at just using his tongue. His finger played with your clit, giving it undivided attention as he licked you up. The knot in your stomach tightened itself. You squirm, “Ah~ L-Luci!” You felt your climax inching closer and closer as well as Lucifer did. He felt your walls tighten around his busy tongue but that only sped him up.
He undressed himself, his cock springing out from his tight pants oozing with pre-cum.
“What are you begging for, Y/N?” Lucifer teased as Alastor traced your chin with his finger. “Speak up, my love.”
“Now now, you’re far too kind to her after that tantalizing show she put on for us.” Alastor hums, his hands wrapping your throat loosely, “Beg.”
“Please please fuck me Lucifer! Please!” You whined, prying your eyes from Alastor’s deep gaze. He hums at your pleading, eyeing you with a smirk on his face. He lined himself up but remained still at your entrance.
He leaned closer to the side of your head, whispering into your ear. “And why should I?” His voice was deeper than usual, a slight growl coated his words and his grip on your hips tightened.
“You seemed awfully comfortable with other hands on you, my dear!” Alastor’s grip on your throat tightened ever so slightly, “My…they might believe that anyone can touch what’s ours.”
“No! No. Never again. I won’t let it happen ag—” You gasped as Lucifer shoved himself into you. You threw your head back on Alastor’s lap and felt the tent in his lap. He let out a low growl when he felt your cheek graze it.
Lucifer thrusted into you no mercy, not giving you an opportunity to think. Alastor moved you off of him to undress. Your mind melted every time Lucifer moved in and out of you, his cock never missing your sweet spot. “Your body was made perfectly for this, baby.” His voice was shaky, losing himself in his own pleasure.
For a moment, you felt him pull out. Before you could whine from the emptiness you were flipped onto your knees, now on all fours. He slammed himself back inside of you, his cock hitting your cervix. Your walls tightened around him, screaming his name over and over
Alastor was on his knees in front of you, his own cock twitching for attention. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking it ever so slightly to make you look up at him. “Eyes on me, darling.” His eyes were dark, filled with lust as he gazed into yours. “I believe you know what to do.”
You nod and take him into your mouth practically drooling for it. Every thrust Lucifer did pushed you to take more of him in, hitting the back of your throat. Alastor grinned and stroked your hair, “Good girl.” Your focus was nonexistent but you tightened at his praise.
“Y-You’re going to milk me, baby. Fuck you’re so tight.” Lucifer growls into your ear, voice low and deep. Your muffled begging made him smirk, “You’re going to take it all in right? Every. Last. Drop?” He thrusted at every word. He slammed himself into you, burying himself to the hilt as you felt him shoot strings of warmth inside. You couldn’t hold yourself in any longer and came around him, moaning as Alastor’s cock was deep in your throat as your body shook in pleasure. The vibrations of your moan made him let out a low growl of pleasure. They both tutted in disapproval upon realizing what you had done.
“Oh my darling little doe…” Alastor caressed your cheek, his claw grazing it slightly. “You weren’t allowed to do that.” Without a warning he thrusted into you, fucking your mouth without mercy. His movements pushed you back and forth on Lucifer’s cock, still hard and raring to go like when he first started.
You were lost in the pleasure, no longer aware of anything they’re saying. Your eyes rolled back, surrendering your body to both demons with no regard for your physical state tomorrow. You felt Alastor twitch on your tongue and you immediately took it upon yourself to regain whatever strength you had to suck him as he went. He made sure your eyes stayed on him the whole time, admiring your submissiveness and the way you took him in. “So beautiful taking me in like that.” He wiped the tears that streamed down your cheek, “So gorgeous. I bet you’re hungry, starving even. I bet you’d love to take it all in your throat, wouldn’t you?” His horns got bigger as he got closer to his climax, he was fucking your mouth faster now. “Be a dear and swallow it all. It’d be a shame if you missed a drop.” His ears twitched with delight as he finally thrusted his entire length as deep as it can go. You felt him shoot into you and you held onto his legs, drinking it all up like you would die if you didn’t.
“What a good girl for us. Taking us all in.” Lucifer purred. They both slowly pulled out of you, Lucifer’s cum flowing out of your cunt. “What a sight.” He smirked. You pant in a desperate attempt to catch your breath. Your legs felt like jelly, your hips definitely bruised from the way Lucifer grabbed onto them. You couldn’t focus your vision but you could see them shift around on the bed, Alastor now behind you with Lucifer in front. His fingers run through your hair as he hums softly to you.
“Angel,” He says softly. You let out a weak sound to respond to him, looking up into his red eyes. His soft expression faded into a lust filled one. “You aren’t done quite yet.” He smirks.
Before your brain could process it, you feel yourself getting flipped on your back with Alastor now gripping your hips. His sudden thrust into you almost made you cum right there. You screamed out his name in Alastor, your attempts to muffle yourself into the sheets were futile. Lucifer placed your head on his thigh, “Let us hear your beautiful voice.”
Alastor’s smile twitched, “You’re being too nice, Lucifer.” He speaks, thrusting into you at a fast and steady pace, “If this little doll can’t hold herself back from cumming…” His grin grew wider, “Then she’s going to have to cum over and over until we’re done.”
You were a moaning, drooling mess. You were drunk off of the pleasure and praise you got from them. The more you moaned, the more you got praised and the wilder Alastor moved in and out of you. It wasn’t long until that familiar warmth in your stomach returned quicker than before.
“A-Alastor.” You gasped, “I c-can’t. Can I—Fuck—Can I please cum?” You begged, repeating yourself over and over. Lucifer caresses your cheek with such softness that it countered the roughness Alastor gave you.
“Sweet girl askin’ so nicely.” Lucifer purrs as he hovers over you with delight, “Look him in the eyes and ask properly, princess.” He moves your head, making you stare directly into Alastor’s hungry stare.
“Please, Alastor. Please. Please.” You pleaded, “Please let me cum, Alastor, please.” Tears were threatening to spill from your eyes once more from the unrelenting, nonstop pleasure Alastor blessed upon you.
He grinned widely, “Such a good girl.” He thrusts with reckless abandon. You shake underneath him, your release on the brink of exploding. “Wait.”
Waiting was torture. He didn’t allow you a moment to breathe or catch your thoughts. Your walls tightened around him, warning him of what’s to come which made him slow down to delay your release. You continued to beg between breaths while Lucifer smiled ever so sweetly at the sight of you getting fucked silly. In an attempt to distract yourself, you took him into your mouth making him gasp in surprise.
“Oh! Princess hasn’t had enough?” He teased, repositioning himself for you to suck him better. “Would you like another one, angel? Another load down that lovely throat of yours.”
You hummed in agreement, licking his shaft with the same hunger you gave Alastor earlier. He showered you with praise, gently thrusting himself in your mouth. He was the gentle half that balanced Alastor’s roughness. Though they both showered you with praise, his was sweeter.
Alastor tuts once he loses your attention. “Don’t hog her mind with your words, Lucifer.”
“Oh, but look how good she’s being.” He hums, “You’re the one hogging her mind. Look at the mess she’s become.”
He huffed and pounded into you wildly, making you scream against Lucifer’s cock. Your legs shook at the pleasure, your begging returned once more. “Be a good girl for me, baby.” Alastor purrs, leaning down to your ear. “Cum.” He whispers. Without hesitation, you came wildly around Alastor.
“Ah~” Lucifer moaned, “Your voice—Scream louder for us angel, make Hell remember our names once more.” His thrusts got wilder as he got closer to your own release. You worked hard to please him, using whatever strength you could muster to pump the base of his dick as you bobbed your head up and down to meet his thrusting.
“Thank you. Thank you!” You screamed, “Alastor! Lucifer! Thank you so much!”
Without warning, the two of them released deep into you, Alastor in your cunt and Lucifer in your throat. They pulled out of you once their spurts had stopped, panting from their release. No words needed to be shared for them to immediately care for you. Lucifer wiped you clean with a warm wet towel and Alastor did the same for your face. He cleaned up your face, working from your eyes to your mouth. As soon as the three of you weren’t as sticky as before, Lucifer crawled under the covers on your left, Alastor on your right after he gave you some water to soothe your throat from all the hard work.
You were gently squished in between them, your head on Alastor’s chest and Lucifer’s head on yours. You nuzzled into Alastor while Lucifer did the same to your soft tits. “You did so good, angel.” He spoke softly.
“Our good little girl.” Alastor hums, stroking your hair. You felt the sleep creep up on you, as it did to them. “Now, you’ll stay by our side during events, right?” He says as he plants a kiss on the top of your head.
“Mhhm.” You said softly, “Thank you.”
The three of you drifted off into sleep, cuddled up on each other. You had a feeling you’d mess with them a lot more if it led to nights like this.
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“Charlie. We need to soundproof that fucking room.” Vaggie groaned, finally taking her hands off her ears. “I’m going to throw up.” 
“I don’t know, it was pretty hot hearing fancy talk creepy voice and hell’s big dick going at it.” Angel winked, “Makes me feel all hot~” He says, leaning into a flustered Husk.
“Meet me in my room.” Husk grumbles, flying away with an excited Angel Dust trailing not too far behind him.
“I’m…Going out.” Charlie left, traumatized with Vaggie following after her.
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tynkaj · 4 months
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How many angels can dance on the head of a pin?
Not sure, but these two certainly would <3
So recently I watched La La Land and came up with this idea. Because, you know. Love, dancing and all that. I have to say, I really enjoyed it.
I changed the color of Aziraphale's coat to yellow so it fits the original poster more ^^
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evilwizard · 1 year
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at long last i finally know how many angels can dance on the head of a Finn! *whispering offstage* what do you mean pin. they don’t even have heads! figure of speech you say? well fuck. i killed this Finnish guy for nothin
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romantichomicide95 · 11 months
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bee congrats!!!! I am here to humbly request…. a smutty kiss 80 with one gojo satoru 👀
thanks marley 😊 sorry this took so long the prompt was a bit hard for me to make smutty! hope you enjoy!
just needed to edit this real quick as i’m scattered brained and forgot but I 100% want to shout out @satorizz and @chaotic-on-main for helping me come up with ideas to turn this smutty I could not have done it without y’all!
Kiss Prompt 80- Kisses to calm the other person down
Satoru Gojo
“You need to calm down!," Gojo said. His normally cool eyes peered at you over his sunglasses, his icy stare filled with concern.
You were really agitated, the stress of the day had seemingly accumulated inside you and started wreaking havoc. Your brain was filled with worrisome thoughts and your hands trembled in sync with your pounding heartbeat. The jokes, quips, and sly smiles that usually worked to coax you out of your anxiety were not proving effective today.
Satoru was different today, too. As he watched you pace around the room, desperately attempting to regain control of your emotions, a sinking feeling washed over him. He was the strongest jujutsu sorcerer, but your agitation felt like a curse he couldn't exorcise.
"Satoru…" Your voice cracked, your knees felt weak, and you helplessly tried to put your thoughts into words. Instantly, he was right next to you. His hand wrapped around your own, squeezing it lightly as if hoping to drain away your stress through one simple touch.
"Hey...look at me," he said softly, his sunglasses now pulled up onto his forehead, revealing eyes as blue and deep as the limitless sky. His gaze melting your defenses…Then, he kissed you.
The connection intense, temporarily distracting you from anxiety swirling inside your chest. His lips moved against yours, hungry and passionate. Your heart pounded heavily against your chest, your anxiety had been replaced with a craving for him, a thirst only his body could quench.
“I know a way…” he whispered, his breathe hot against your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. “to make you feel better.” He finishes as his blue eyes met yours, they shimmered against the soft moonlight filtering through the windowpane.
“Yeah and how’s that?” you pondered, your eyes shining with curiosity and desire. The corner of his lips curled into a mischievous smile, not unlike many you’d seen adorn your boyfriends face before.
As you waited for his response a playful look danced in his eyes. “Oh, I can show you. I think you’re gunna like it angel.” He said as he picked you up and lay you on the couch, his lips meeting your neck and peppering kisses down to your collarbone. His fingers played with the hem of your sweatpants, teasing your skin before he pulled them off you in one swift motion.
“You just relax and let me take care of you love.” He said as he pulled your panties down passed your ankles. His lips met the inside of your thigh, sloppy and wet as your pussy throbbed in anticipation.
You threw your head back as he spread your legs apart, wasting no time trailing his kisses to your sweet spot. His tongue teases your tight walls, before he laps at your clit. Your hands found their way in his snowy white locks, tugging at his hair as his tongue works its magic licking up and down your folds.
Gojos muscular arms push against your thighs, keeping you pinned to the couch as you desperately try to rut your hips into his mouth. Chasing a high only he can give you. His crystal eyes never leaving your face, enjoying the look of pure ecstasy etched across it. Your whimpers and moans of his name like music to his ears.
Gojos fingers find their way inside you as he continues tasting your sweet slick, his tongue furiously lapping at your clit. Your hips rock and you feel arousal pool into you as your thighs quiver. “Good girl, cum for me angel, you taste so good.” He murmurs as you cream onto his tongue, and he licks up every last drop.
He comes up and his lips meet yours. “Like the way you taste? Bet my little angel feels all better now dontcha?” He says as he kisses you hungrily.
There was no doubts you felt better. So good in fact you’d seemed to forgotten why you were upset to begin with, all that was on your mind was those blue eyes and the perfect man attached to them.
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crowlixcx · 9 months
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"How many angels can dance on the head of a pin?"
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ennas-aesthetic · 10 months
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I'm still not over the "Well, perhaps you could tell me while we dance." "You don't dance," bit because it's an obvious reference to the "How many angels can dance on the head of a pin?" line, and if God were to say something about it, it would probably go a little something like:
How many angels can dance on the head of a pin? First, only one singular angel dances, though the Gavotte had long gone out of style before he could think of finding any pins to dance on. Second: demons dance - in a horrible, offbeat way that could more appropriately be called 'jerking around' instead of dancing. As Crowley and Aziraphale revolve around the dance floor, however, they have become something more than just your regular angel or demon stock - and have therefore eluded the theological question completely.
What they are, at that moment, is incredibly in love. Neither quite angel or demon. But they would both be damned and saved respectively before they let the other dance on the head of the pin all alone by themselves.
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batrachised · 4 months
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In the middle ages (according to philosopher urban legend), medieval scholars waxed so philosophical for so long over the same topics that they started having debates over useless minutia, specifically: how many angels can dance on the head of a pin? although many say the legend being reality is unlikely, sometimes I, a star wars fan all these centuries later, open Tumblr and am confronted with discourse so bogglingly idiotic that in my bones I know that yes, those screaming fights over the angel two-step must have occurred
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debugdynamo · 10 months
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How many angel can dance on the head of a pin?
The correct answer is just one!
... and Crowley
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claudiamurachelli · 15 days
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Let's Dance!
How Many Angels Can Dance on the Head of a Pin?
How many demons?
GoodOmens Cosplay Italy
Crowley = Giuseppe Aristide Pistone @arisinparis
Aziraphale = Claudia Murachelli
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