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#sentimental idiot
twosomeofcuteness · 5 months
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Let this man live happily ever after with his wife please. 😭😭
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egophiliac · 9 months
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I love your take on Crowley!
I know that the early, non-Diasomnia stories aren't really your thing, but are you reading the novels at all?
I have been following some of the fan translations and the second book seems intense! Would love to hear what you think about them.
thank you! 💚💚💚 I'm not really sure why you think I don't like the earlier arcs though, I love pretty much all the characters and their storis! (I think 5 and 1 are my favorite of the past episodes, though 6 infected me with the Shroud brainrot something fierce.) I just...ESPECIALLY love diasomnia. :') but there is room in my heart for all of these dweebs! like, who among us is not just as ride-or-die for Adeuce as they are for us.
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that said, I don't really follow the other adaptations like the manga (aside from a dip-in just to see the new Yuus) or the novels, though I keep meaning to check them out! I do like seeing the differences between the different forms of media, and how certain things get adapted one way or another! but alas, time/a lack of accessibility stands in our way more often than not. :( someday...someday I will have time to consume all of the media...
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I ship radioapple now because I want Lilith coming home and Alastor learning to share, I want that Aroace man who's barely capable of navigating the simplest of romances and mistook his crush for hostility for months to be thrown into a complex polyam set up, no warning
Maybe Lilith owns his soul too maybe not
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wibblyowzah · 1 year
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Married the diamond indeed. And what a diamond she was.
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shady-swan-jones · 13 days
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punch-love · 4 months
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always annoys me a little when I get a comment that's like "I can't believe these two idiots haven't figured it out yet!" like you can't believe that these two aren't able to view their lives and interpersonal connections through a third pov? that's uh. how stories are told....?
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tatsunokoori-blog · 5 months
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*Crashes through the ceiling tiles*
I THINK I FINALLY GOT AT WHAT AZIRA WANTED!!! It came to me in a half-asleep brain bubble, but if it makes any sense as to why he was so adamant, then by Erastil I'll say it. With Supreme Arch Angel as his title, at least from how excited he was, was probably lied to by Metatron (by omission possibly), HE could define what a good Angel is! Crowley wouldn't HAVE to change who he is, because he'd be the blueprint, the gold standard. With that, Crowley would also be safe from Hell's reach, and with that status, he'd be safe from Heaven's as well! All this while they secretly thwart the machinations of Heaven. It'd be like a stirring spy/resistance novel! At least, that's more than likely what was going in his mind. In his excitement, it came out all wrong, much like Crowley's confession. And in the end, it broke both of them.
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soldier-poet-king · 9 months
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Hell this is hell I'm in HELL
Literally the only thing 16 months of full-time work in my field has taught me is that I'm actually talented and have a natural apptitude for the profession, which comes with no small degree of pride and is fueling my benevolent information management dictator desires, and also competence is the sexiest thing on the planet it's a shame LITERALLY NO ONE ELSE HAS ANY
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thatsgonnaleaveamark · 4 months
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i'm watching old concert videos again and theyre all so beautiful and full of life and i wanna go deep into the woods and scream and sing along to every single song
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granitxhka · 3 months
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+1. I don’t like to make it about me but I do want to say how much each person here means to me. In a very real sense you all make life worth living. I’m glad to have made it this long to be able to know you guys and to share in so many incredible experiences together. Thank you for adding meaning and warmth and light to my life<3
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gertritude-art · 2 years
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I drew this image almost two years ago and have since developed very mixed feelings on it, because while I think the image itself is funny, the text very unfortunately gives me the vibe of a 30+-year-old twitter-poisoned fanfiction writer (underage porn only) who unironically uses words like "anti" and "puriteen"
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riverdalepolycule · 6 months
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softquietsteadylove · 8 months
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Would love to read more form the wildfire one? Maybe something funny and soft?
"Thena?"
She jumped, fumbling with the key in her hands. She managed to catch it, at least. Gil did give her this key himself, after all. It was quite a leap of faith, considering how isolated anyone and everyone was out here.
"Everything okay?" Gil asked as he closed his truck door and walked up his driveway to the cabin.
She fidgeted with the key in her hands. She had somewhat been hoping to slip in and out while he was on duty, maybe at the station. She was going to leave him something as a thanks, of course! But she had been hoping to...keep to herself.
"Yeah, everything's fine," she insisted, still somewhat more agitated than he usual demeanour. She gripped her key, "sorry to...drop in."
"No, it's okay," Gil shook his head, smiling slowly, "that's why I gave you the spare."
She had been cleared to return to patrol weeks ago. And as her parting gift, she had left him a little bear carving she had made. It was crude and rough, but in her own words, she had little option for whittling lessons when she was stuck in his fucking bed all day.
In return, he had given her a spare key to the cabin, saying she could come any time she needed a break from the wilderness.
"How was duty?" she asked in hopes of appearing more normal, even moving aside as Gil used his own key on his belt clip to get in.
"Pretty routine," he smiled and spoke over his shoulder, a subconscious invitation for her to follow him in. "Not too many idiots looking to start a fire when it's this wet out."
"Hm," she nodded as she stepped into the both eerily and comfortingly familiar cabin behind him. Despite any and all circumstances, it smelled like home. Well, it smelled like 'a' home, whether hers or not was beside the point.
"Are you hungry?" Gil asked, still fishing for the reason to find her at his doorstep at the end of the workday. "I can make something."
"Uh," she paused, her eyes darting away just for a second, "y-yeah, that would be nice, Gil."
He gave her this look, like she was trying to bullshit her way out of something. He crossed those stupid arms of his and shifted his weight on his feet, "that'd be...nice?"
She rolled her eyes at him, "I can't be fucking nice?"
"You can be nice," he countered easily with a chuckle. If anything, she doubted that was the true part. "But that's not what you're here for."
She looked up at the ceiling, which also felt very familiar to her. Why was this so hard?--why did it feel so embarrassing to say? "I was hoping...to use the shower."
That obviously surprised Gil, and she couldn't even blame him a little bit for it. "The shower?"
She sighed, feeling as if he'd unearthed this horrible thing about her, when really it was very logical! "I guess I got used to it - or something - while I was here. Sometimes it's hard to go back to the lake knowing I could have nice warm water for it again."
"Right," he nodded slowly, visibly thinking through whatever litany of things he had on the brain. She had told him about going to the lake to bathe, and he had of course very chivalrously asked if that was safe for her. Guy was a gentleman even in hypotheticals.
"I mean," she cleared her throat, unsure herself as to why she was still explaining herself. There was a time when she would have walked right in, used his shower as she liked, and gotten the fuck out of there. And she wouldn't have felt the need to tell him shit either. "It won't be every time. Just, uh, it was pretty cold today and-"
"Thena."
God, those eyes were just so brown, and big and sad looking--like a puppy whining to be loved. She rolled her eyes at him, which was basically a physical reflex of hers, now.
"Use it any time you want," he shook his head, as if he couldn't believe she would even feel the need to ask. He uncrossed his arms, "when I said use your key any time, I meant it. I had it made for you and everything."
Fuck. That was...really sweet. Thena looked down at the key in her hands, her gut twisting and flipping and doing all sorts of things. She gulped, "fuck."
He just chuckled.
She tried to look him in the eyes, but her gaze kept sliding around everywhere else. "Thanks, Gil, that's...really nice."
"I did tell you that before you left, right?" he tilted his head, and there was the asshole who liked to tease her about her sweater habits and tell some of the worst jokes she'd ever heard in her life. "Or did I hallucinate that morning we had breakfast and you even let me hug-"
"Okay, okay, dry your eyes, Mister Sentimental. I'm just gonna wash my disgusting hair and be on my way."
"Your hair is beautiful."
"Hm?" she looked back before dropping her bag in the bathroom. She tilted her head; she couldn't have heard what she thought she heard. "Sorry, what-?"
"Spaghetti--do you want spaghetti?" he asked, also halfway into the kitchen, over his shoulder.
She must have heard wrong. She nodded, "uh, yeah, that's--sure."
"Okay."
"Okay."
The two stared one another down for another second before continuing on. Thena set her bag down and unclipped it to fish out her fresh clothes. She tried to replay what she had thought she heard in her head but it was no clearer than the damn inkblot tests in a psych eval. "Whatever."
If he had something to say, he could say it to her face. Even if it was something like that.
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icanttakethemonmyown · 5 months
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just slightly tipsy on christmas eve and thinking about the nature of love and how my extended family who have never been to america all have texas-themed items of clothing because my cousin married an american and his mother insists on sending us all presents even though she has never even met half of us
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rillils · 8 months
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someone said that azi cries holy waters and crowley has scars on his hands for wiping them away and scars on his lips from kissing them
and i die, im dead, i have died
OMG YES I saw that post a while back, and then lost it right away, as one does fdgdkhdhsf, and I've been looking for it ever since because it's. harrowingly painful perfection, alright
because Crowley would absolutely 100% do that!!!1! he'd take the pain gladly even if it fucking burned him alive, if it meant that he'd get to cup Aziraphale's face in his hands and comfort him as tenderly as his angel needs. and you know that he'd never ever breathe a word of it to Aziraphale, he'd just take the excruciating burn on his skin, 'cause that's what they do, isn't it? they protect each other, often by keeping vital (but painful) information from one another. if Aziraphale knew how much it was hurting Crowley, you can be sure that he'd never let himself be that vulnerable around Crowley again. and then who would be there to comfort him? who would be there to hold him the way precious things are to be held, and kiss his tears away, and whisper sweet nothings with their lips still wet from it?? nobody, that's who. and Crowley'll be damned (again) if he ever lets that happen.
now excuse me while I have a good cry about this, brb 😭
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