#the jacket

[pedros-immaculate-vibes]

Twitter is poppin OFF with content for our boy recently, in a good way

#Like EXCUSE me #THE DENIM #THE JACKET #ASTARION LOOKING LIKE A SWEET COQUETTE PASTRY OF A MAN #Halsin #astarion #bg3 #dave jones #david jones

[sweet--escape17]

#natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #wandanat #black widow #scarlet witch #the jacket #emo!wanda #🏃🏻‍♀️🤸🏻‍♀️💨

[hoss-bonaventure]

this outfit is everything to me

#THE SWEATSHIRT #THE JACKET #GUYSSSSS #HES SO PRETTY #also tell me why he looks SOOO babygirl this season #i want him in my pockets #charlie kelly #it’s always sunny in philadelphia #iasip #charlie day #dee reynolds #dennis reynolds #mac iasip #frank reynolds #iasip s16 #the gang gets cursed

[togrowoldinv]

Still losing my mind over this look

#how does she look this good #natasha romanoff #explain #the grip on the bottle #the jacket #goodness me #the smirk #i love you nat #come home baby

[damonalbarn]

what year is it

#the necklace #the jacket #cant stand him #damon albarn #blur

[haydenshill]

This was a good day

#hayden christensen #hayden christiansen #hayden #the jacket #the hands #his pretty face #he’s doing too much

[hotchsdoormat]

this has got to be an all time thomas picture look how breathtaking he is

#oh i’d do anything for one chance #thomas look in my direction please #the jeans #the jacket #the hand on the golf club #the sunglasses #THE HAIR #i’d do CRIMES for a night w this man #he looks so tall #joel is the real mvp of all of us #content king #criminal minds #thomas gibson #amelia is talking without purpose

[tyforthevnm]

jerryguzmanphotography: MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE at I Music Cast 2003 📷 by Jerry Guzman.

[Taken May 23, 2003 // Posted June 28, 2022]

#gerard way #bat buckle #the jacket #rica.archive #jerry guzman #may 23 2003 #may 2003 #2003 #june 28 2022 #june 2022 #2022 #imusicast

[axlrosebaby]

tf is he wearing 🤨

#ana’s shitposts #axl rose #guns n roses #hard rock #he’s always had a strange fashion sense #i support it #the jacket #slays #the pants… #baby the pants #get your ass out of them #he’s hip #he’s cool #he’s down with the kids #and he knows it 💪🏻💪🏻

[ghost-inthe-hall]

I'm in love all over again 😍 @synnersaint

#ivy my love #the jacket #his eyes #the blue of them popping #good lord take me out #if I speak #nothing I say is landbcncirueyt #no thots #the ripped jeans tho #sir i am not strong enough #have mercy #iv #ivy #iv sleep token #sleep token iv

[finnpoeweek2023]

❝His worn-down red-and-sand-hued flight jacket had been with him as long as he had been in the Resistance, rising through its ranks.❞

The Force Awakens Novelization by Alan Dean Foster

It's okay, Poe. We would all have given up our jacket that had seen battle with us, and we had it through thick and thin if it looked as fine on Finn as it does in beat too.

#finnpoe #stormpilot #star wars #finnpoeweek2023 #finnpoeweek23 #fpweek2023 #fpwk23 #finn x poe #finn #poe dameron #the jacket #priorities

[billybabyy]

what’s one of the hottest pictures of billy hargrove and why is it this one? (i swear this one is my profile pic like 90% of the time, i always come back to it)

#he’s so effortlessly beautiful wtf #i’m so in love with him #i don’t know how people hate him #the blur #the cigarette #the jacket #the hair #it’s all perfect #stranger things #billy hargrove

[kennethbrangh]

Tim Curry at a party in Los Angeles, 1974.

#tim curry #I'VE NEVER SEEN THOSE BEFORE #im dyingggg #THE JACKET #jesus christ #screaming literally #fhajkfjasfkhjs #edits*

[muriel-not-the-dim-one]

@actual-changeling explained, beautifully in my opinion, what happened that afternoon in the bookstore. I did look in the window but only for a moment to thank Mr. Fell for the book Mr. Crowley gave me. At that moment, I realized what “broken heart” really meant.

I decided to write down some things for Mr. Crowley in case he ever came back by. I’m only a 37th scrivener, but I keep very good records.

From the journal of Muriel, 37th Scrivener, Assistant Bookstore Keeper to Mr. AZ Fell: Entry #1

It’s been *7 hours and 15 days*, since Mr. Fell and Mr. Crowley left. I keep finding things to keep myself busy, but I find myself missing them both.

I love the books. The rich smell of them. The sweet bergamot, leather, Earl Grey and Talisker that lingered in the back room especially.

Sometimes I take Mr. Fells soft, grey jacket off the coat rack, where it has lived since he left, wrap it around my body and sit in the sunlight, my body tucked into the chair I have come to love. The first time I did this, it was almost a guilty feeling. Like peeking into someone’s private memories without their permission. But as time went on, it became soothing, calming, loving.

I close my eyes and see flashes of memories. Meeting the snake/demon in the garden. Feeling that first rain, and the overwhelming feeling to protect the demon. To cover him with his wing, when what they really wanted to do was wrap him tightly, hold him close. To take away the pain they felt within.

Sometimes I never even opened the blinds in the shop. (That came as no surprise to anyone who was familiar with the bookshop and it’s strange hours.) The memories flooding through me, transporting me to a time that only a deep love can take you to. As much as I loved reading the books, wearing Aziraphales jacket was like BEING in a book, like living each moment.

Standing with Crawley/ Crowley feeling the rain on their face as the flood was beginning. Sensing the pain inside the demon as he looked at the kids playing. I knew something was wrong with this, but God had to do it, right? I just couldn’t put my finger on why.

Being in Rome, hearing Crowleys voice. Aziraphales heart (even though angels and demons didn’t need them) leaping in excitement, only to feel the overwhelming anger, anxiety, deep shame (?) not because of Crowley or what he had done, but because of the human capacity for evil, far worse than even hell and it’s demons were capable of. Trying to joke with Crowley about still being a demon, only to have it backfire in his face. Telling Crowley he was in Rome to go to a new restaurant. (I really need to try some of the human food. If it was as good as the cuppatea and cocoa I had tasted, I was pretty sure I would like it.) Aziraphale offering to tempt Crowley with oysters and the warmth that surged through their body when Crowley looked at Aziraphale, that half smile radiating like the sun within them.

Standing in a crowd, watching the horror they were inflicting on this beautiful, kind soul. Hearing Crawley/Crowley come up beside him. Turning to look at the demon, her beauty radiating. She cared deeply for the carpenter, and couldn’t understand until Aziraphale told her the message the carpenter was delivering, why they would choose to hurt him. That memory seemed the most painful to me.

Realizing Crowley would face a horrible death if Hell ever found out about Job and what Crowley had done. The pride I felt knowing that Aziraphale, his love of Humanity and Crowley, would be willing to sacrifice his life as well.

On and on the memories went, flashes of joy, love, and a never ending relationship between them.

The Globe and Shakespeare. Why did Aziraphale deny Crowley so much? I couldn’t decide if it was fear or protectiveness.

The way Crowley would do anything for him.

Saving him from the Bastille when he could have saved himself.

Realizing Crowley was always watching out for his Angel. The nazis and possible discorporation, saving Aziraphales beloved books. The touch of his hand as he gave him the sachel. The almost breathlessness I felt at that moment revealing the depth of love that Aziraphale felt for Crowley. The magic show Crowley gave him the confidence to do.

Crowleys note when he asked Aziraphale for insurance. The complete HORROR he felt when he thought Crowley wanted it in case he needed to destroy himself. It seemed to Crowley the way Aziraphale acted, he was appalled at him for asking. Like he thought he wanted him to possibly get into trouble for it. In reality, Aziraphale couldn’t bear the thought of a life without Crowley, the pain and terror showing on his face.

Later hearing about Crowleys “little caper” scared Aziraphale. It made him almost go mad with worry. He knew no one involved but he, understood what even one drop of Holy Water could do to Crowley. As much of a danger, sneaking Holy Water to a demon could be for Aziraphale, he was NOT going to let this happen. He was not going to allow a chance that anything could happen to Crowley.

The sense of relief, the deep love, the rush of feeling, I heard the words almost spoken with an ache, “Aziraphale DOES love me as much as I love him.” The power so strong, so beautifully pure it slammed me in the chest. I had to stand and take the jacket off.

Tears welled up in my eyes, and as I touched the wetness on my cheeks, unbelievably aching for an Angel and a Demon that were kind to me.

*End Journal Entry for the day*

I began sorting through the books, anything to keep myself busy, willing the tears to stop.

#Muriel’s journals #crowley #aziraphale #bookshop assistant #the jacket #I can smell you #eons of love #through the years #ineffable husbands #michael sheen #david tennant #entry 1