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shined too bright

and they say wine is romantic

pov: tubbo joins vc and within 90 seconds encourages foolish to start destroying shit

gently swaying to the nightingale sang in berkeley square

⚠️GO S2 SPOILERS⚠️

Fallen Pt 2

Voice of God: Even after 6,000 years and 6 bottles of wine, Crowley still has a hard time grappling with his feelings.

some more book!husbands.

trying to make crowley's look scream "DICKHEAD" when you look at him and the he stands next to az and it screams "SUGAR BABY"

also when they get home:

crowley

Getting really sick of seeing the same comments on every bike lane discussion so just want to clear something up.

Many people use bikes for transportation, not for hobby. The disabled, the elderly, those too young to drive, or those who prefer not to. These people are who bike lanes are for. Not the hobbyists in spandex.

Seriously, reblog to spread awareness because safe bike lanes help open the world up to people who can’t use a car. These people are reliant on friends and taxis until the city decides to consider them. Biking on the sidewalk is a nuisance to pedestrians and biking in the road is deadly. Also support safe sidewalks and frequent public transportation for the same reason.

Was watching a dumb movie, one of those ones where a bunch of randoms are kidnapped and held hostage and have to escape and get home by the end of the 2 hour 30 minute runtime, and I realized how Wilbur Soot would just ruin this plotline. Imagine you’ve been kidnapped with a bunch of strangers, including this tall British dude named William. You manage to escape and flee the shady abandoned warehouse you were held in, only for Will to stare intensely at the road for a few moments, glance at the trees, spin around in a circle and go “ok so we’re in one of these five possible countries”. wtf. Time passes, you’re on the run, for whatever reason you can’t go to the authorities but oh no you’re being pursued and there’s a field of those small planes ahead but you don’t know how to use them you’ll just get yourself killed and you glance to your side as Will just leisurely jogs past you towards the plane because oh don’t worry he has a pilot license. wtf. And now you’re in the air escaping and Will says it’s time to get you home and then names the block you live on because he’s good at accents it’s his “party trick”. And he drops you off in your neighbourhood in this stolen plane that’s miraculously got enough fuel for all this and he says he has to go because his band is releasing an EP in a couple weeks and he has to get everything sorted in time. When the police ask you to describe the man who helped you a few days later when you go in to report what happened, you don’t really know what to say. Sorry officer, he was a tall British guy named William, I don’t know anything else about him except he really likes bugs. You check Twitter as you leave to see “Wilbur Soot” trending, with the description “Minecraft streamer Wilbur Soot describes how he was kidnapped last week live on Twitch dot tv”. You open Twitch and his face is the top of the trending page with over 100 thousand people watching. His name isn’t even fucking William. 

This, this fucking image...

It drives me insane, just activates something visceral, and I finally realized why. It's not just an appropriately placed close up shot to denote intimacy between Gabriel and Beelzebub, it's a fuck damn pov shot.

Gabriel is not dressed in accordance to his preferences, he is borrowing Aziraphale's clothes. And Beezlebub, well lets just say a black blazer is a black blazer, not exactly the easiest thing in the world to differentiate. Just looking at those hands joining, the individual identities of their owners melts away. The moment could have so easily belonged to Aziraphale and Crowley... and it's just- it's... it's just like the Rats of Nimh. They've seen this sign everyday for almost their whole lives, and have never once known what it says. They can make inferences, use context clues, wherever they are, it seems to be too so it must be about them, but they couldn't ever know for sure. Until one day, without warning, they looked at the words, and understood them.

And the sign communicated a way out.

Aziraphale and Crowley are the first of their kind. I don't think we really appreciate or understand how utterly unfathomable what they feel for each other is in their lived contexts, even to them. All this painful fear, all these lengths they go to, all to keep safe this precious experience they don't even have the language to name. It's not just unallowed, it's unreal. So then just imagine what the actual fuck they must be feeling when they see someone else... just fucking do it. Just like that. An angel and a demon. In love. Intimate, affectionate, in front of heaven, in front of hell, in front of humanity, in front of GOD, and She knows who the hell else.

For literally the first time, they’re seeing the things they feel for each other exist in others like them.