what baffles me is that crowley is actually good for aziraphale. not in the sense that the good actions he does are done for aziraphale, but in the sense that crowley teaches aziraphale to be good to himself
in s2ep4 when aziraphale is looking for a magic trick to do, he first says that he can't go to the magic shop because he's not a professional conjuror. crowley disagrees, convincing him that he's a professional as he is "about to perform on the West End Stage"
afterwards when the shopkeeper calls aziraphale a "talented amateur", it's aziraphale himself who makes a point in proving that he's no such thing as he's "booked to appear in the West End"
and then when they're backstage talking to furfur aziraphale clearly calls himself a "working professional magician". over a few hours, crowley makes aziraphale confident in his own identity
not only does crowley love aziraphale (in whatever way he expresses it) but he literally makes him better. crowley, who believes he is incapable of doing good, manages to make an actual angel, better
Lee Ashworth, Greg House, and Doctor Strange are triplets and you cannot change my mind
Favorite green pages from my gouache sketchbook 🌿🌼
Wiesz ja nie jestem złośliwa, po prostu zostałam skrzywdzona.
crowley just thinks it's a stunning view :]
when ur both striped!!
Kid Aragorn, running around Rivendell:
Elrond: Let me see what you have there :)
Aragorn: A KNIFE
Elrond, running after him: NO!!
Hello Mr. Gaiman,
I was wondering if you ever interact with another famous author/tumblr extraordinaire/unpaid coffee company intern that tends to circle many of the same spheres of the internet and fandom that you do. I believe he goes by the name of John Green.
I’m a big fan of the both you, your works, and your internet presence and think a collaboration in any form between the two of you would possible overwhelm the world.
Favourate fanfic series of all time. I’ve reread it so many times, it’s so good
Emily said once that being nervous was his full time job. Even now, Adam doesn't know if he considers that to be very fair. At the time he’d laughed. It’s more of a hobby, he’d said. For it to be a job I'd have to get paid. At the current moment, face flushed by drink and blasted by a late night breeze that’s a mixture of boiled fetid garbage and car exhaust, five stories away from the crippling ground, those nerves are all he can focus on. His nerves, and not developing a case of vertigo. He’s always been a bit nervous, a bit shy. Highschool had been rough, honestly. He’d been quiet, contemplative and, above all, nervous, and that was back in the days when bullies had eaten his discomfort with glee. Is high school is still like that? For Lydia's sake, he hopes not. Maybe girls are kinder now than they were then. Maybe kids who are different or strange don’t get the short end of the stick. Maybe he’ll be a millionaire by next week.
by Katie Beardmore
Oh these are gourd pictures. It’s almost unbeleafable, real talent
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