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So, I feel like I’m losing my mind. I keep seeing metas about how Aziraphale wants Crowley to return to Heaven and be an angel again because he wants them to be on the same side/be good/change/etc., etc., etc. but I don’t see that at all. I actually see it as the very opposite.
Aziraphale loves Crowley just as he is. But there’s something more. Something huge.
Aziraphale loves Crowley and because he is an angel who is stuck in seeing things as black and white, he constantly praises Crowley for being nice. For being good. For being kind.
Aziraphale has watched Crowley on and off for 6,000 years. He watched him thwart the plans of Heaven and Hell because it was unjust. He spared the lives of innocents. He did small things that made Aziraphale happy just because (like making Hamlet successful and saving valuable books). And because Aziraphale sees things in black and white, he sees all the things Crowley has done as nice, as good, as kind.
Crowley vehemently attests he’s not nice or good or kind.
He’s not exactly wrong nor is he lying when he says this. When Crowley spares goats during a cruel bet over a righteous man and swallowing laudanum to prevent a suicide, when he prevents Armageddon by working with Aziraphale and stopping the Anti-Christ from being the Anti-Christ, he’s not doing the nice/good/kind thing.
He’s doing the right thing.
Crowley chooses to do the right thing without hesitation. He is better than all of Heaven and Hell who have callous and dispassionate view of all existence because he questions, because he makes choices. Crowley sees the world for all its messiness and he sees himself. He sees a place where he fits in. He sees the blurred edges.
And Aziraphale sees that, even if seeing the blurred edges is hard for him.
But here’s the thing that Aziraphale can’t voice.
It’s the reason why he told Crowley about being allowed to return to Heaven and become an angel again. He doesn’t want Crowley to change. He doesn’t think Crowley is flawed. Or not enough.
It’s something that is so monumental that it cannot be put into words. Because to put it into words would be more than blasphemy. It’s down right unthinkable for anyone in Heaven, Hell, or Earth to say what Aziraphale knows deep in his soul.
God was wrong to cast out Crowley.
Aziraphale believes Crowley can/should return to Heaven because he knows that Crowley should never have fallen in the first place. He wants him to be forgiven because when Crowley fell it was unjust. Aziraphale is trying to correct a mistake. He’s trying to do the right thing.
Yes, Crowley would never accept returning to Heaven. And Aziraphale was wrong to even suggest it (although that conversation is another can of worms to unpack).
Aziraphale loves Crowley. He loves him exactly as he is. He doesn’t want him to change. Aziraphale knows that Crowley the best of all of them. He wants to change Heaven because of it. Because God was wrong and Aziraphale knows it.
Aziraphale may have difficulty seeing beyond black and white, but when it comes to Crowley he sees everything crystal clear and in vivid color.
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sonofenki · 5 months
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song of the crimson nile, chapter 12
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ripslingerfan13 · 5 months
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Yoooo!!! Guys I just noticed something crazy!!!🤯🤯🤯
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Take a closer look at this scene!
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THERE’S A FREAKING CRACK IN THE PLAID KINGDOM!!!
Could this had been foreshadowing their broken family this entire time?!?!?!
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Me right now 🥰Yasssss!!!
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peridyke · 2 months
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THEY REPLACED ANEMONE WITH SOME WHITE BITCH⁉️
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nigmos · 4 months
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omg smile direct club went bankrupt??
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luwritesomething · 1 year
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the craziest thing i ever did for a man was to watch a whole season of riverdale. it was for skeet ulrich. still don't know if it was worth it, but im definetely scarred for life.
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came-like-a-postcard · 6 months
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which direction...
Warnings: description of a panic attack, language, slight mention of blood, alcohol *if I missed anything, I'm so sorry!! I will be sure to add it*
Author's Note: Hello! So this is a collab between a friend (A) and I (C) that we decided to just randomly start. We're both 18, we both love to write, and we're always coming up with silly storylines and plots, so we decided to take the next step and type them out! Unfortunately, this is supposed to be really *really* cheesy so I apologize if that makes you uncomfortable. Future chapters will contain some more mature content (cough cough smut cough)! I hope it's stupidly silly enough :) This first chapter was written by A, so enjoy!!
🫶, C
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5 things you can see
The nearly fallen sink of this gas station bathroom
A positive test
A stain of grease on the ground
A pile of discarded cigarettes, only an inch from the trashcan
Fuck Off scratched into the side of the wall
4 things you can touch
The soft toilet paper beside me
The bracelet dangling from my wrist
The test
A soft dent in the toilets lid
3 things you can hear
The ringing of silence
A drip of leftover fluid finding its place off the test and onto my thigh
A soft buzz from the lights
2 things you can smell
The waft of ocean sented soap
The smell of the test
1 thing you can taste
Blood rushing over my tongue as I release the soft skin of my cheeks from inbetween clenched teeth
I grabbed my phone from the baby changing station it rested on, hovering over my contact list, urging myself to call someone. Anyone.
My mom?
No she’ll judge me
My friend?
What good will that do
My Ex?
It can’t be his… we broke up a month ago.
My thumb stopped patiently over 4 contacts, names I didn’t recognize, added last week.
I mumbled their names quietly, trying to jog a memory of anything that could have happened a week ago significant enough to render new contacts.
Drinking, A broken heel, definite unpaid bar tabs, hickeys from the next morning, that apartment…
Wait. What?
Hickeys, an Apartment, a Hookup.
Fuck.
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, i’m not the type to get blackout drunk, to not remember. There had to be something in that stupid brain.
【1 week earlier】
Soft red lipstick was spread over my lips as I blinked, trying to get used to the feeling of the heavy fake lashes that were forcefully placed there. My soft dark hair fell into place almost perfectly for once, curled for a night of fun. Framing my face in a way I had been told was “astonishing.”
“Y/N!”
I blinked quickly, falling out of the trance I had left myself in and stared at the source of the noise: My friend, Cameron. I smiled softly, pressing my lips together to feel the new texture that they had, to feel the makeup.
“Thanks.” I whispered, standing up to look in the mirror at this new person I had made up for tonight. Someone in heels and a silver two piece. Someone hot. “It’s not too much. Right?”
I glanced over my shoulder, eyes searching for an answer from the pale reflection of me.
“You look perfect.” She said, grabbing my sides as she planted a soft kiss to the side of my cheek. “Now you wanna get hammered, or stay wallowing in the fact you're single?”
“Get hammered” I said, giggling at the pure excitement that splashed across her face as she pulled me out the door.
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I was a lightweight. That was no secret, three drinks in and my face burned, everything was funny. Everything.
The dance floor was crowded, as was the entire club but it felt good. I was stared at by men, men that I hadn’t been engaged to for 3 months before they cut it off. I was hot, and I knew it.
All reasoning had gone out the window at this point, my focus simply on dancing, letting my body move, letting my hips sway. I twirled around Cameron, stomping hard on the floor to make my presence known. To dig my feet in as if I wanted to leave a mark.
SNAP
Then suddenly I wasn’t up straight anymore, I wasn’t dancing circles around Cameron. My heel didn’t feel like it was carrying my weight anymore. But I didn’t feel the ground beneath me either. What I did feel however was the feeling of hands embracing my waist, holding me up. I looked up, to see soft brown locs and beautiful eyes holding me up.
“Are you okay, love?”
Pretty. That was my only thought as my cheeks flushed at the realization of the interaction, a pretty boy saved me.
“I’m Y/N” I muttered out, biting my lip as our eyes stared daggers at one another.
His lips curled at the sides into a smile as he looked down at me. “I’m Harry.”
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mischiefmoons · 1 month
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nobody move @mrsaluado
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adolin-is-best-boy · 7 months
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WAIT THEY WENT TO THE WHEEL OF TIME PREMIERE????????
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WTFFFFFF WTFWTFWTF
I NEVER EXPECTED MY FANDOMS TO COLLIDE LIKE THIS WHAAAAAAT
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bobbiedebruyn · 8 months
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[#prev off topic but KAI IS FROM TEXAS?????#damn#never would have guessed] KAS U DIDNT KNOW IM FROM TEXAS?????
NO????????? AND YOU DON'T HAVE TEXAS VIBES SO I NEVER EVEN THOUGHT ABOUT IT?????????
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002wsbi · 2 years
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you what
you put WHAT ON MY BODY
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prudeau · 1 year
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OMG ofc the trailer comes out when i’m not looking for 2 secs and blindsided by gifs of ‘50s ARCHIE LICKING ‘50s BETTY’S UPPER CHEST YES WE WIN WE KEEP WINNING AAAAAHHHHH
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onedumbho3 · 2 months
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I love it when authors reply to my comments. Like what?! U wanna reply to my little old comment about this piece of art u just created?!
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eriiiiiik · 6 months
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Jumba - WHAAAAAAT!!!!😡
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bunnydiamond · 1 year
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Not ME WRITING ANGSTY CELEBRIEL
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