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shadowsinger11 · 1 year
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my favourite thing about Crowley calling Aziraphale "angel" is how many layers it has. Because to us, the human viewers, "angel" is a term of endearment. But Crowley is a demon, for whom "angel" is akin to a pejorative, since angels represent everything demons despise. Except, as we know, Crowley doesn't have such a black+white distain for the chaps from upstairs, or more specifically he doesn't feel that way about Aziraphale. So it swings back the other way to something akin to an Insult of Endearment: "angel (affectionate)", like "little shit (affectionate)" or "seaweed brain (affectionate)" - but the key thing here is that (affectionate) still needs to be specified. The affection isn't implicitly understood. However, "angel" is also a statement of fact. Aziraphale is an angel. So Crowley can further obfuscate the presence of that (affectionate) modifier with the excuse that not only is "angel" simply the objective truth, it's also used dismissively, in place of actually using Aziraphale's name. And so ultimately the way he uses it is a reflection of the tightrope he walks with his and Aziraphale's arrangement - all of these layers give him plausible deniability if he's caught by other angels/demons. It's an insult, it's a statement of fact, it's a way to be dismissive. But we the viewer have enough insight into their relationship that we can circle right back to the beginning, to "angel" as an endearment because we understand the intimacy lurking under all of those layers
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Too many songs about love, not enough songs about swordfights.
13-year-old Regulus Black, probably
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Natasha “can’t sit properly” Romanoff
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your year in every color … happy birthday LEE MINHO!
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22.10.25.HAPPY LEE KNOW DAY !  
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It feels so good to be right 😌
Also canon confirmartion that his watch is definitely a metaphor for his heart.
And that he's ready to move on. I know MoM is not that great of a movie but it does show his personal journey and growth towards accepting that love and happiness can be found in other people.
I don't want to sound arrogant but people be mad at me all this time because of a ship when Benedict vouches for what I've been saying since the movie's premiere 😭 I'm sorry but 😭
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shadowsinger11 · 1 year
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Manifesting Maggie and Nina being the "lesbians who mirror the main gay couple and point out their feelings to them" trope
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LIKE TO CHARGE REBLOG TO [REDACTED]
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CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT
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when he’s in a bad mood all he needs is you.
a/n: i wrote this whilst listening to i want to write you a song by one direction so you cannot blame me for the disgusting sweetness going on here. you can only blame one direction.
you know something is wrong when he walks through the door and he doesn’t greet you. you hear his work bag thump to the floor, you hear him kicking off his shoes, but not a word comes out of his mouth even as he turns the corner to meet you in the living room. 
you have a routine. your day typically ends an hour before his, so you have time to dress in comfier clothes and relax before he gets home, where he greets you with a different pet name as he walks through the door and you pretend to be disgusted even though you secretly kind of love it. and he knows it.
he doesn’t do this as he quietly curls up on the couch next to you and sets his head into your lap, forehead pressed to your lower belly and arms wrapped around you tight. you’re startled for a moment; as much as he loves cuddling with you, you’re almost always the one who has to initiate it. he usually stays grumpy on his side of the couch until you drag him over and into you, so it surprised you that he immediately stuck himself to your side.
the hand that isn’t on his back wanders to his head, and you scratch lightly at his scalp and revel in how he goes boneless against you from just a few movements of your fingers. you repeat the action for a few minutes, letting his breaths calm down and his heartbeat slow in its pace. 
the hand that isn’t on his back wanders to his head, and you scratch lightly at his scalp and revel in how he goes boneless against you from just a few movements of your fingers. you repeat the action for a few minutes, letting his breaths calm down and his heartbeat slow in its pace. 
“love you, min.” you say, smiling down at him with fond eyes even though you know he couldn’t see you from the way his face was smooshed against you.
“love you.” he mumbles, the crack in his voice muffled by your hoodie.
“missed you today,” you follow, hand moving to scritch at the nape of his neck for a second, making him shiver against your hand. you miss him every day, but he doesn’t need to hear that right now.
“missed you.” his voice is quieter, small and weary.
“you want to talk about it?” you finally ask.
“no.” you can almost hear the pout in his voice. 
“well, do i need to beat someone up for you?”
“...maybe.”
“come up here and cuddle me properly,” you say with an eye roll, patting his back a couple times before helping him into a seated position. there’s tear stains dotting the pocket of your sweatshirt, but you don’t mention it as he curls up into you, vertically this time. he takes one of your hands in both of his and fiddles with it, your rings, your fingers, your palm. 
he’s quiet again, save for a small sniffle every few moments, and you want to erase every single thing that’s ever made this boy cry. you want to protect him from everything bad in the world and keep him safe and sound. you want him by your side always. 
“here’s what we’re going to do. i’m going to put on a movie and order a pizza, and we’re not going to move from this couch at all. how does that sound?” you ask, already grabbing your phone from the side table.
“good,” he hums, wiggling himself impossibly closer into you, content for the first time all day.
soft hours
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don’t worry, it’s because the human heart is about the size of a fist
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come arrest me, i surrender
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Lee Know // Weekly Idol ep. 583
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A very real mom stance
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shadowsinger11 · 1 year
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Personal lil rant here but I do get really annoyed by the way people in the community who aren't bi just assume gnc/femme guys cant be bi or any gnc/butch or masculine women can't possibly be bi either. Hell, a lot of y'all even forget or assume trans people in general can't be bi ether. It's like y'all assume bisexuals are mostly just white, cis hyper masculine/feminine people who only ever experience conformity to cishetero gendernorms and have it easy or some shit.
And it's so fucked up, because that mentality and image y'all have of us contributes to not only the constant erasure of how diverse bisexuals are as community (plus just the general erasure of bisexuals as a whole), but the constant and cruel invalidation you throw at the bisexuality of those of us who are gnc, trans, and poc especially. It's this nasty toxic mix of transphobia, biphobia, and racism that we frankly don't talk about enough and I'm really tired of that shit.
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