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Huā Chéng [花城] 🦋
HEAVEN OFFICIAL’S BLESSING s2 ⋆ 天官赐福 2 (2023)
#10. 花解怜心
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crest-in-pieces · 7 months
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"what's a snake pun I can put as a caption bro."
"He's sssssshit faced." - @piwiikiwii
(Full thing under the cut)
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crest-in-pieces · 7 months
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The picnic - (2023)
"Aww, You see! Isn’t a picnic a good idea ? And this linen shirt I gave you Iooks absolutely lovely on you."
"Argh...I don't know...I guess! Not sure about the shirt, though: it's not really my color."
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crest-in-pieces · 7 months
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“Is consort the same in all languages?”
I believe so Khonshu says.
I finally got around to doing some Fanart of my all time favorite Moon Knight fic series- We don't need to say it to each other by: deadonarrival on Ao3.
I don’t know if the author is here on tumblr or not. D=
Those fics= fucking perfection. Do mind the tags tho if you go looking, here there be monster(fucking).
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crest-in-pieces · 7 months
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There is a man with fire-red hair running a bookshop in Soho.
He hasn't always been the original owner, as almost all residents on Whickber Street know, but it is a fact you never bring up with him. Hiding behind a pair of sunglasses and layers of rough sarcasm, he is a shadow moving silently between shelves and plants, the Bentley parked outside seemingly more for decoration than actual use.
Previously, there had been a white-haired man with gentle eyes and a favour up his sleeves living among his books, and while he barely sold any of them, he was a pillar of the community just like the building itself. When he disappeared, an unspoken vow to never discuss the subject matter in the vicinity of the shop was made.
There is a woman with fire-red hair sitting in St. James's Park.
She feeds frozen peas to the ducks and puts the fear of God into everyone who dares to offer them bread or attempts to scare them away. The bench is hers, always empty, awaiting her arrival; sometimes she brings a bottle of wine, other times she cradles a Polaroid in the palm of her hand, and even the dark shades cannot stop the occasional tear from dripping down her cheek.
Rumours of her companion and his absence spread quickly, yet no one dares to ask, and the spies scattered around the park form a mutual understanding to avoid her.
There is a person with fire-red hair wandering the streets of London, wearing sunglasses and no coat, no matter the weather or time.
Their head is tipped back, their eyes glued to the sky, and yet they navigate through the masses parting around them with an unnatural ease. No one stops them, no one dares to ask why, and even if they did, they wouldn't offer an answer, not when they are asking themself the very same question.
When it begins to rain, they stop moving, stretching out their hands in a weak imitation of a prayer and allowing the water to seep into their clothes until they're as dark as the wet concrete beneath them.
There is a man with blinding white hair stepping out of an elevator that does not exist, and the end of the world comes with him. If someone were to listen in, they would realise that the man with fire-red hair meets him in the middle of the street, the air thick with lightning that will never find a home.
As they talk, nightingales all over London begin to sing.
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crest-in-pieces · 8 months
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There's something so casual about this scene. Something mundane about Aziraphale closing the blinds and Crowley immediately removing his sunglasses. You can tell this is routine, even if Aziraphale's about to give Crowley the scare of his life.
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crest-in-pieces · 8 months
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I know what you smell like
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crest-in-pieces · 8 months
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So... When Marc takes off his cowl... I just love that look...
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But it kept giving me a nostalgic feeling... And then it hit me...
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crest-in-pieces · 8 months
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Moon Knight (2022) | 1.06 ‘Gods and Monsters’
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It is the law that whenever two characters get on a horse blue space camel, they have to do The Thing™ .
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“Let’s try again
Do you recall our very first kiss?
Let’s try again.”
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HOW IS THIS NOT GAY
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crest-in-pieces · 8 months
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Happy Labor Day to all the laborers who are, for some reason, being forced to work on this holiday that was created to give them a break
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First Fall
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crest-in-pieces · 8 months
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So. To those who are saying that Aziraphale wanting Crowley to be angel again is ooc of him, can we talk about a particular scene at the end of episode 3 of season 1?
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One of their many break-up scenes..
Here you have the dialog for this scene:
It's the Great Plan, Crowley.
Yeah. For the record, great pustulent mangled bollocks to the Great BLASTED PLAN!
May you be forgiven.
I won't be forgiven. Not ever. That's part of a demon's job description. Unforgivable, that's what I am.
You were an angel once.
That was a long time ago.
So, when Aziraphale says 'You were an angel once.', he smiles, but his eyes are sad. He looks as if he were talking about a long lost friend of his.
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But when Crowley shuts him down with 'That was a long time ago', he immediately stops smiling.
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A small part of Aziraphale has always wanted Crowley to be an angel again, he desperately wishes for him to be good. And so there's no surprise that Aziraphale immediately jumps at the opportunity Metatron presents to him.
Thank you for coming to my TED talk.
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crest-in-pieces · 8 months
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Tis but thy name that is my enemy.
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crest-in-pieces · 10 months
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I love cool man
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