i’m afraid of diving into good omens tumblr discourse but i just–i have to say
Aziraphale’s face. it’s. that is the expression of someone who does not want to be kissed, but knows it’s inevitable. though even more subtle than that, it’s the face of someone who does not want the thing to happen not because they don’t want it, but because they do, they really do, and yet it is not the way they wish it would be. Aziraphale knows something here. and he isn’t telling Crowley, nor us. he’s got some kind of higher pressure weighing down on him, forcing him to act against his nature and heart, forcing him to act against Crowley. he backs Crowley into a corner with his talk of joining Metatron in Heaven, and knows it. and that is what he wants, because that’s where he needs Crowley to be–away from him; but he pushes too strong, pushes Crowley to risk it all and end up cornering Aziraphale right back. all Aziraphale wanted, all he needed to do, was protect Crowley by breaking his heart and abandoning him, but you can’t undo 6,000 years of companionship without a miracle. it’s a failure.
whatever the Metatron told or did to Aziraphale that was hidden from us, it terrified him enough to make up a wobbly plan that could keep Crowley safe, if he would just go along with it. Aziraphale may have been strong enough, may have loved Crowley that much, to put his heart on the line and sacrifice himself if it meant Crowley could live on, but he underestimated Crowley’s love for him. underestimated Crowley’s courage and capacity for honesty.
the angel lied and the demon spoke his truth and everything crashed and failed.
and it is painful failure and remorse that i see on Aziraphale’s face.
it’s Please don’t ruin my attempt at saving you and Can’t you see what I’m trying to do and I’m sorry I’m breaking your heart but I have to if I want to keep you and To choose you I have to choose Heaven but I know you’re not seeing it that way and Crowley look at me I’m lying just go along and
Oh no, you believed me entirely too much, what have I done?
with the kiss, Crowley seals his fate as undeniably tied to Aziraphale’s. and Metatron will know.
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The Untamed - Episode 19
Throughout the night, he [Jiang Cheng] had somehow managed to sleep a couple of times. The first reason was that, having been too tired from crying himself weak, he couldn't help from passing out. The second reason was that he still had the hope that this might be a nightmare. He couldn't wait to wake up after some rest and open his eyes to find himself lying inside of his room back in Lotus Pier. His father would be wiping his sword in the main hall. His mother would be angry again and complaining, scolding Wei Wuxian who winked in a funny way. His sister would be in the kitchen, thinking as hard as she could about what to make today. His shidi would be refusing to do their morning lessons properly and jumping around.
The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation, Chapter 59, Poisons- Part Four
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SAM IS SO CUTE
"*old man inhale* No, no, I'm not falling asleep, couldn't be me, I'd never do such a thing." "The thought never even passed my mind" "your vampiric pillow ✨️awaits✨️"
LIKE CMERE SO I CAN KISS ALL OVER YOUR OLD MAN FACE ☹️♡♡
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every haunted fucking interaction the gentleman with the thistledown hair has with stephen black is just like. oh do you like this parasol, stephen? how like you, to choose something so regal. it is made of only the finest materials. the body of the shaft must be harvested from the femur of an old impoverished widow who has had seven miscarriages. crucially, it is only worth something if her husband has been trampled to death by a unicorn! oh, the rainbow pickled tripe has captured your interest? only the rarest of delicacies for dearest stephen. of course, for the tripe to attain its otherworldly and prismatic properties, it must be brined in the tears of dozens of orphans. but only if they had been orphaned as a result of several ancient war crimes, and if the tears have been passed through a sieve made from puppies who’d been abandoned on the banks of tartarus. and to drink? ah a fine vintage, stephen, how exceedingly handsome and discerning of you! that one is straight up satan’s blood, from his cock. let us retire to my haunted decrepit-ass halls so that we may have gay sex
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lawrence: … technically speaking he's not really a murderer. he never killed anyone. he finds ways for his victims to kill themselves … you won’t stop [the camera]. that’s why we can’t cut through these chains. it’s why you won’t break that glass. every single angle has been pre thought out by him … to overcome something you have to understand what a perfect engine it is …
adam: [looking around for something to use as a weapon] ok
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