The thing I’m working on is taking a while, but I felt like I had to keep up my record of finishing 1 thing a night, so I’ve put my own spin on a concept I’ve seen a lot in the last few days: Crowley’s Fall
Imagine if Crowley had David Tennants collection of cozy grandpa sweaters. I'm positive he would do that thing where you like, bring your knees in your sweater and just kinda become a sweater-turtle-entity
Michael babygirl, I apologize now for the close-up screenshots of your mouth I am going to put on the internet. Call Neil if you have issues with it, it's his fault.
Honey, why are you chewing on a ball bearing? I was going to be lenient and say it's a glint off of some saliva but nah she's suckin on a damn pie weight. I didn't see her take a bite of any dippin dots, did you? Who let her near my stash of Buckyballs that I was hiding from the Consumer Product Safety Commission? Just because you are bbgurl doesn't mean you get to eat bbpellets.
y’all seem to like my language of flowers tattooed botanist crowley so here he is being a total dirt gremlin. catch him squatting in the garden whispering terrible things to weeds
I think there’s something to be said for the fact the only language that we’ve seen Aziraphale struggle with (and try to learn) is French, the language of love