C!dream 🐍

abandoned pubby

sugar, i’ve developed a taste for you

reference

"Angel…would you let me, if…if I were to kiss you now?"

"…you know we can’t…"

"That’s not what I asked."

My take on what could have happened between 1941 and 1967. It’s 1958 and Crowley was feeling wine-brave and love-sick.

Spiderverse thots

i dont know why you’re not here and i really miss you

Tlsp is just two dudes with a dream and an exhibitionism kink

“Loads of songs for this album were written in the studio. ‘Fireside’ is the great exception: that was the only song that I’ve had laying around for a while and had written on my guitar. Funny: someone from the record company said that ‘Fireside’ was the song that sounded ‘the most Los Angeles’, yet that’s the only song that I had written in London. (…)  that song is obviously a song about desire. For something or someone. If desire would be liquid, then it wouldn’t be something you easily sail through, but a rough sea that whirls you around. The rhythm of that song has those wild motions of desire. If desire is something liquid, it is a rolling boil – Like when you’re boiling potatoes.”— Alex Turner.

Crowley is a romantic. And they stole his love confession from him.

The confession we saw was rushed. I think Crowley could tell something was different. It was now or never. And that’s why he started to confess then. But

his original plan was to take Aziraphale to the Ritz. They would get into the Bently, yellow tulips on the backseat, like we can see. Because yellow is pretty, like the angel said before. And A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square would play, he had put it on queue, we heard it. And they would get to the Ritz, have a wonderful breakfast. He would give him the flowers, take him back home, give him a lift, like in the movies, and then he would confess. And they could kiss at the door before they went inside.

But instead his confession was rushed and desperate and not at all like what they show in the movies. It was painfully real and unmagical.

he doesn't know how it's made