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#i love those dorks
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In the "Six shots of espresso" clip Crowley looks so proud when Aziraphale says "he and I go back a long time" LIKE LOOK AT HIM, HE IS SO HAPPY THAT AZIRAPHALE VALIDATED THEIR RELATIONSHIP!!
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generalkiira · 8 months
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Gyro: Oi Johnny
Gyro: Imagine if there was a stand user that transformed me into a cat. Would you still love me then?
Johnny: If you were a cat… [thoughtful]
Gyro: [looks at him seriously nodding with his head]
Johnny: Of course I would still love you, but not romantically, obviously… and I would be sad that you were not human anymore. However, I would still take care of you as the most important thing in my life, and make sure you would be happy at all costs. You would live probably twelve or fourteen years, if not less, as a cat lifespan is not much longer than that… [starts to look very depressed and anxious] We would not be able to get old together then… And I would have to watch you die and live the rest of my days alone miserably… [starts crying and sobbing]
Gyro: [worried] O-oi Johnny, is not that serious-
Johnny: Don’t leave me so soon Gyro, not you too… I can’t do this without you…
Gyro: Johnny… [starts crying too]
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led-topia · 2 years
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Sebastian Bach and Nikki sixx, Philadelphia, 1989
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theverycoolestdude · 6 months
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musical beetletina lives in my mind like a rot. unnoticed and unliving until i see content about it and then BAM it invades my headspace for the next forever
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wikluk · 2 years
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for the sick promts: 'whatever' for julieta ??? agustín helps her out and she feels guilty for it but is secretly reeeaaaally enjoying it bc he's too sweet and gives her all the attention
whatever: [character] reluctantly accepts help
and I will try to fix you
Julieta hated feeling unwell in any way - whether it was just a headache, a more uncomfortable neckache, a stubborn backache or something as simple as sore feet after standing for too long.
She didn't like those moments when her body seemed to betray her by making her unable to do her best.
And what was even worse - she wished people didn't feel like they had to help her.
She could do everything herself just as she had been doing it for more than forty years - there was no need for anybody to waste their time on helping her be more efficient.
And yet, that was exactly what was often happening those days.
Their family members seemed to love helping her ever since their Casita had been rebuilt.
And Mirabel and Agustín were most often the ones who were the most willing to keep her company.
Today, it was Agustín.
He appeared in the kitchen not more than twenty minutes before and since then, he made two cups of café for both of them, without breaking or spilling anything.
Little miracles, she guessed.
"¿Cómo estás, mi amor?" he asked.
Julieta rolled her neck, glancing over her shoulder with a smile. "Muy bien, why's the question?"
Agustín looked her up and down, squinting. She knew that look. He was making observations, as he would always tell her. Whatever those observations were for? Usually for having an excuse to find something and get her to rest.
Not that he would find anything–
"You look really stiff," he remarked in a deeply contemplative voice. "You have back pains again, don't you?"
Julieta pursed her lips and continued to chop the vegetables for the salad she was going to make for dinner. "Why would you think that?"
"We've been married for a good half of our lives, I like to think we know each other very well," he said, walking over to her and putting both hands on her hips. "Lower back or closer to shoulder blades?"
"I'm fine, querido," she insisted, sliding the chopped vegetables into the bowl and taking a few others to slice as well. "A little stiff, you're right, but nothing painful."
Or at least it wasn't painful until she needed to lean forward to grab a carrot that rolled away from her till it stopped at the wall and she had to retreat it. Once she went back to her previous position, she felt an uncomfortable pull in her lower back that made her wince and squirm a little.
It didn't help.
The uncomfortable feeling remained.
Agustín leaned over her shoulder. "You sure?"
She sighed in defeat. "It started to hurt just now– maybe it's because of you."
He gasped in mock offence. "Now, it's fair to say accidents follow me everywhere, but it's just that, they follow me, not the people I'm with at the time."
"Isabela's whole existence would beg to differ."
"She was planned."
"Yeah, someday."
"You didn't complain back then," he huffed, squeezing her waist.
"Because I still thought it was a nice surprise," she said, exhaling loudly when her back muscles seemed to start burning. "Dios mío."
"Maybe you should sit down for a while and I would–"
"Absolutely not."
She trusted Agustín with many things. Their daughters, herself, preparing some basic things.
But cooking? Chopping anything with the sharpest knives she had? It was like asking for a disaster to happen.
He was good at making drinks. Hot chocolate, coffee, tea, alcoholic drinks. He could do some low-effort cooking that didn't include using too many sharp or hot things.
But others... She didn't want him to get hurt only because some back pain decided to be an inconvenience for a day.
"I'd like to help you," he insisted, and if she could see his eyes, there'd be that pleading gleam to them, she was sure. "You've been on your feet for far too long."
Not for the first time, she thought.
"I'll be okay."
"Julieta, you know I don't like when you're brushing your health off like that. It's important. You're important," he reminded and kissed the back of her head. "If you strain your back too much today, you know you'll be miserable tomorrow and your food won't help with that."
It was unfortunate that her healing abilities couldn't help with sore muscles. Both Luisa and her could benefit greatly if things were different.
"Agustín, you can't cook," she tried.
He didn't oppose. "But– it's just chopping vegetables, it can't be too difficult or anything."
"The salad needs a dipping but it shouldn't consist of blood, mi amor."
"Your lack of faith wounds me."
Julieta huffed. She just needed to finish it and then–
But another quicker movement made her wince again. She dropped both the knife and the vegetables and after bumping Agustín backwards a little, she tried stretching.
Something cracked and her spine felt a little less stiff, but her muscles still felt rather sore.
"Let me..."
Before she could ask what she might let him do, his fingers were clutching her hips and his thumbs were kneading her back on the sides of her spine.
Julieta leaned forward and put both her hands on the countertop's surface, letting her head drop as Agustín's thumbs dug deeper into her skin.
"As I said, you're very stiff," he said after a while.
She had to bite her lower lip to stop herself from gasping and moaning at the sudden relief she felt as his fingers were successfully easing the soreness of her back.
It was nice. Very nice. Very, very nice.
"You know," she gasped out. "You can help me."
"Yes, mi amor?" he asked eagerly. "How can I help you?"
"You can massage my back when I sit and finish the dinner."
She was close to whining when his hands suddenly left her back, but Agustín appeared on her side, grabbed her by the hip and steered her away from the counter. "The sooner, the better," he said, forcing her to sit down at the table. "Tell me what to bring you."
She smiled and she was sure her heart skipped a bit. Just like her, Agustín was a human who worried a lot and cared deeply for others, especially her and their girls.
And maybe it would be selfish of her, but she loved to be cared for by him. Sometimes. Usually. Always.
"A bowel, oil and my spices box, por favor."
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pleasetakethis · 1 year
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when fandoms collide
SPN binge rewatch on 13x22 AND when Lucifer spelled out, “R E S P E C T,” all I could hear was Michael Scott fumbling and continuing, “Find out what it means to me.”
I can’t.
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purplegazania · 2 years
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Has anyone made a gif parallel of Steve Harrington saying "see you later...alligator" and Steven Grant saying "laters gators" ?
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acrazybayernfan · 2 years
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valarinventures · 8 months
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Daniel and Jen, daydreaming about their favourite fairy tales.
The two dorks having a romantic dream
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darkphoenix180 · 10 months
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kodocell · 2 years
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God i am. SO excited for the next session of Musty Queers. they've discovered that the ex of the NPC they've been traveling with is a dignitary who will be going to the same gala they've been invited to (The ex had sold the NPC out to the BBEG and lead them to be captured by him for 2 1/2 years) and the party is currently planning on going to his estate, beating the shit out of him, tying him up, and then bringing him to the NPC to do what they want to him sdADFASDFSDA
It Will Not Go Well For Them :)
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emotionaldisaster909 · 5 months
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your honour
they are not 800
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they are 8
or less
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oh my gods and in love
what a date
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ratpoizonz · 14 days
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hey (headcanons ur caramelcorn)
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mcdannowave · 1 year
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Always and forever.
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mango-mya · 8 months
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Noooo I don't have a type what do you meaan
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emily-mooon · 1 month
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Why does it look like Stacey is staring at Neil here?
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