Do you know what, I don’t care if this trope is over done. I am obsessed with stories about immortal non-human beings falling in love with earth and humanity. Whether that’s a robot, demons, angels, aliens. It doesn’t matter. The joy these beings get out of something so small as a postage stamp, or a paper clip or a glass of wine makes me glad to fucking exist! 
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I’ve been highly confused as to why Michael “deeply openly thirsting on Twitter about David Tennant for half a decade” Sheen is half-in half-out the closet but apparently Wales is absurdly homophobic lmao what the fuck how is a country the size of New Jersey that much of a hater bruh we out number the shit out of you
ferrari team celebrating with lewis after singapore this ferrari caring for lewis that istg i know for a fact some of yall were present during turkish gp 2020 when they completely ignored seb after he drove to the podium in order to comfort charles because he threw the place away by his own fault. i was there gandalf. i was there when they started to pack it up in spain when charles retired while seb was still very much racing and i am still bitter about it. i do not think anyone at this team is capable of thinking much less caring about two drivers at once or even one of them most times
With schools starting back up and the leaves starting to change colors, I’ve been thinking about Baby!Jack. When I was little, one of the moms would volunteer to read to us and she read The Wind in the Willows--I think Cas would do the same and that’s what he’s reading. I also really wanted to draw Midam picking Jack up from school and Dean with Jensen Ackles’ longer hair!
There are so many ways Aziraphale can go about as the Supreme Archangel now, and I've realised I want it all.
Being all in charge, bossy and bitchy and hurt, not taking anyone's bullshit anymore? Unf. Being incredibly insecure and flustered, not accustomed to Heaven's rigid ways after thousands of years spent on Earth, uncomfortable with the spacial office and the impersonal white desk? Trying to liven it up by putting up a souvenir, and then finding it has disappeared overnight? Gimmie. In the official meetings, actually chiming in with suggestions only to be shut down and realising his position doesn't change the angels attitude towards him? Trying a different approach instead of just being nice - commanding? Resigned? Assertive? Breaking down after a late night meeting, finally alone, with tears in his eyes and hiccups and sobs, because he... doesn't know what to do? Utterly ruined and cannot-stop-thinking-about-Crowley, plagued by the memories of what he gave up, and for what? P l e a s e. Distressed upon hearing about the Second Coming, then figuring out a plan to save them all, that may or may not include a certain demon? Scheming behind everyone's backs and lying to their faces because, well - "what are you going to do, fire me?". Trying to contact Crowley every way he can - through the celestial phone, through Muriel, actually going down to Earth to watch from a distance, or just observing the space where he'd be on the globe. Or maybe actively not. seeking. him. out, shutting down every possibility of connection, because if he gives in, he won't have the strength to carry on anymore.
God, give me Aziraphale re-evaluating his relationship with Heaven, with the angels, with himself. He's capable of so much power, let him use it. Let him be sure. Let him be horribly mistaken. It's going to be delicious, I know, I will eat this all up.