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i am crazy about Miguel

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rewatching howls moving castle recently stirred up old childhood feelings in me,,,

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hi, chiluc nation. i come bearing gifts:

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Childe : I was arrested for being too cool.

Diluc : The charges were dropped due to lack of supporting evidence.

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Diluc : I’m going to take you out.

Childe : Great, it’s a date!

Diluc : I meant that as a threat.

Childe : See you at five!

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Childe : What is your biggest weakness?

Diluc : I can be uncooperative.

Childe : Okay, can you give me an example?

Diluc : No.

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Childe : Must be hard not being able to laugh.

Diluc : I do have a sense of humor you know.

Childe : I’ve never heard you laugh before.

Diluc : I’ve never heard you say anything funny.

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Diluc : Someone will die.

Childe : Of fun!

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Childe : .. .—-. – / … — .-. .-. -.– [translation: I’M SORRY]

Diluc : What’s that?

Childe : Remorse code.

Diluc : I’m even angrier now.

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Childe : What if the ‘g’ in gif is silent?

Diluc : Go the fuck to sleep.

Childe : What gif I don’t want to?

Diluc : Fuck You.

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Childe : *gets down on one knee*

Diluc : Oh my god, it’s finally happening.

Childe : *falls over*

Diluc : The poison is kicking in.

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Childe : Am I in trouble?

Diluc : Take a guess.

Childe : No?

Diluc : Take another guess.

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Childe : Bad things keep happening to me, like I have bad luck or something.

Diluc : Childe, you don’t have bad luck. The reason bad things happen to you is because you’re a dumbass.

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Diluc : Archons, give me patience.

Childe : I think you meant 'give me strength’.

Diluc : If the Archons gave me strength, you’d be dead.

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Childe : You love me, right, Diluc?

Diluc : Normally, I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don’t like it.

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                                This is amusing...

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Based on Smells as Sweet, a really sweet fanfic ;___;

I REALLY NEED THESE TWO BEING THE BEST DUO ™ AHHH

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Chloe: Someday, I would like to meet this person who made you become this thing you are today. Was it his mom, who didn't hug him enough? A college girlfriend who broke his heart?

Mitch: It was all those things.

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Aziraphale has a snake habitat lil setup in his bookshop but it's frequently empty and his customers are frequently 1) confused and 2) worried there's a snake loose in the shop.

Crowley is minding the shop for a moment and a customer asks him where the snake went. Crowley says, "Oh, he likes to get up and walk around sometimes." This helps nothing.

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Aziraphale has a snake habitat lil setup in his bookshop but it's frequently empty and his customers are frequently 1) confused and 2) worried there's a snake loose in the shop.

Crowley is minding the shop for a moment and a customer asks him where the snake went. Crowley says, "Oh, he likes to get up and walk around sometimes." This helps nothing.

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Gabriel, out of nowhere: THE FLOOR IS HATING CROWLEY

Aziraphale: *latches to the ceiling*

Crowley: *drops to the floor*

Aziraphale: CROWLEY NO

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There’s a way Aziraphale looks sometimes. Crowley has known that look since the very beginning, since the garden. It’s a look he wears when he finds himself a little unmoored, when he finds himself a little directionless. It’s a look he wears when he begins to doubt himself.

He’s wearing it now, sitting across from Crowley, half-drunk on Chateau d’Yquem, paused midway through a ramble on books adapted into films. He blinks at Crowley once, twice; his brow furrows. 

“Angel?” Crowley asks, sitting up. “S’wrong?”

“Do you know,” Aziraphale says, quite wonderingly, “I think I’m an idiot.” 

Crowley can’t help it - he laughs, snorting through his nose. “You’re not,” he says. “You’re the cleverest–the cleverest clever to ever clever.”

“See, that, right there!” Aziraphale says, pointing at Crowley. “That’s it! That’s why I am idiot.”

Crowley laughs harder. “What in the world are you talking about?”

“You!” Aziraphale half-shouts. “You’re in love with me!”

There’s a ringing silence in the bookshop as Crowley’s laugh cuts out. They stare at one another. 

“Fuck’s sake, angel,” Crowley says quietly, rubbing a hand over his face. “Sober up.”

There’s a soft shimmer of a miracle being performed, and then they’re still both looking at each other in the silence. Aziraphale’s hands twist and curl together. 

“I’m sorry,” he offers, cringing at himself. “I don’t know–I didn’t know.” 

Crowley heaves himself up off the sofa, gathering up his jacket. “Nothing for you to be sorry for,” he says amicably. “I’ll just, er, see myself out, I think, call it an early night.”

“Wait–” Aziraphale’s hand catches in his elbow, and Crowley can feel him stepping up close behind him, though he doesn’t turn to look. “Wait,” he repeats. His voice is soft, like unbearably tender. Crowley closes his eyes against it. “I didn’t know.”

“I didn’t tell you,” Crowley says, as calmly as he can. He can feel himself shaking under Aziraphale’s hand, just like one of his plants. “It wasn’t supposed to–it’s not a big deal, angel.”

“It is a big deal,” Aziraphale tells him softly. “Look at me.”

I’m sorry, Aziraphale will say. I didn’t know, he’ll say. It’d be better if you didn’t, he’ll say. Couldn’t you just - miracle it away?

Crowley looks, though. Aziraphale asked him to. Of course he looks. 

There’s a way Aziraphale looks sometimes. It’s a look Crowley’s known since the very beginning, since the garden. It’s a look he wears when he offers a wing to shelter under in a storm. It’s a look he wears when he holds out a hand before the end of the world. It’s a look that looks a lot like love. 

“Leave it,” Crowley says. It’s a demand because he can’t bear for it to be plea. 

“I’m sorry,” Aziraphale says again. “I didn’t know. I thought it was just–I thought it was just me.” There’s a wobbly sort of grin spreading across his face. “I thought it was just me, reflecting back. I’m such an idiot.” 

Crowley stares at him. Doesn’t flinch away when Aziraphale touches his cheek. “You mean to say, you–?”

“Yes,” Aziraphale says. “How could I not?” 

And it’s true. It’s true because Crowley would feel it, if it were a lie. It’s true because Crowley would see it, if it were a lie. 

It’s true because Aziraphale would never lie to him about love.

“Oh my God,” Crowley says, for the first time in six thousand years. “We’re both bloody idiots.”

It doesn’t matter, not right now. Right now, Aziraphale is kissing him, and Crowley has already spent too much time not kissing him back to worry about it any longer.

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Sit down, gang, we’re gonna talk about the Wall Scene.

I know, I know, other people have screamed about it before, but when your friends ask you to do a thing, you should oblige.

But you know exactly what scene I’m talking about. They’re walking down halls, kicking in the doors of an ex-Satanic convent, Crowley admits to being Soft because even though he turned the paintball guns into real guns, he also made sure that no one would die. 

“They’re all having miraculous escapes,” he says. Because he knew Aziraphale would be upset otherwise.

Aziraphale replies, “You know, I’ve alway said that you really are quite a nice–”

And then. and T H E N

First of all, and this is fairly important: if you look closely, Crowley don’t even push him against the wall hard. He wants to intimidate Aziraphale so he’ll stop doing things like calling him NICE, but he doesn’t want to hurt him. Never wants to hurt him.

In fact, if you notice, he only pushes far enough for Aziraphale’s back to hit the wall. He doesn’t push hard enough or lean in hard enough for Aziraphale to hit his head on the wall. Look closely.

Aziraphale is the one to rest his head against the wall, that doesn’t happen because Crowley is too rough with him.

But the second thing, fam, the second thing I wanna say is this: when someone grabs you like that, usually you grab them back. You bring your hands up to defend yourself, you try to escape, you turn away, brace yourself for the attack, you do s o m e t h i n g.

Aziraphale does NOTHING. He holds his hand out behind him just to feel for the wall, but other than that, he lets Crowley manhandle him. He doesn’t even look away, he’s staring right at Crowley, meeting his gaze steadily.

And look at his hands in the gif above. They don’t clench into fists. Never, not once. There is no fear response.

Now look at Aziraphale’s face. He’s surprised, but he’s not afraid. 

That’s not a look of fear, fam, that is a look of Gay Panic because oh no, our bodies are pressed together and our noses are touching. His eyes even flick down to where the tips of their noses brush.

He never once tries to push Crowley off of him, tries to escape, nothing. Never, not once, do we see fear on his face.

And, in fact, when Sister Mary Loqacious comes along, we see the opposite.

Excuse me, gentlemen, sorry to break up in intimate moment.

Crowley turns to inspect the newcomer, Aziraphale does not. Aziraphale is too focused on Crowley. 

Look at his eyes. First focused on where their noses had been touching, just like in the last gif, and then when Crowley looks away, he only lifts his gaze to stare at Crowley’s profile.

LOOK AT THAT EXPRESSION.

Excuse me, sir, I’m going to have to cite you for excessive longing.

My favorite thing, though, my absolutely favorite thing, is Crowley immediately looks to Mary, whereas it takes a moment for Aziraphale to realize they’re being intruded upon.

What was that? Other people exist? Dear me.

Also, like, listen. This strange woman is walking up to them and speaking to them and NEITHER OF THESE NERDS move away from each other.

Usually, when two people are caught in what might be called a “compromising” position–especially when the person catching them calls it an ‘intimate moment’–the two people involved try to put as much distance between them as possible and laugh it off.

Not these nerds, oh no. They literally stay pressed together against a wall, just looking at her as she talks to them. Crowley doesn’t even move away when he realizes who she is.

Aziraphale, still content to be held against the wall, is like, “Oh, we know her?”

But look at them! They’re still just standing there! This woman is RIGHT NEXT TO THEM, is ACTIVELY STARTING A CONVERSATION WITH THEM, and they’re like “what is personal space.”

Crowley only moves away from Aziraphale when Mary starts backing up like she’s gonna run.

And then what happens? They bicker like an old married couple. Because of course they do.

Why would they do anything else????