Antagonish

thinking about them again

wdym you miss albatrio? they've been chilling here all along! some weird ass guy is there too, don't mind him,,,

BTW, it's a DTIYS!! look under the cut!!!!!

imissriptidecanutell

OK but the poster literally told us everything we need to know about these two and the finale.

The position of their wings makes absolutely zero sense. They would have to arrange themselves in an uncomfortable way to tangle them like that.

And look at them.

They are shielding each other with their wings.

Aziraphale's wing is over Crowley, and Crowley's wing is over Aziraphale.

And they do it even if it's a tight fit, uncomfortable, and slightly cramped. It would be better if they turned and faced each other if they wanted to shield the other with their wings.

But no.

They are so focused on protecting the other person that they have completely turned their back to them. So focused on enveloping the other and have them close. So focused on shielding them that they don't see them.

Even in the other posters

Their wings are scrambling. They are a mess. Feathers are falling as they attempt to embrace the other person. They don't meet in the middle. They don't turn towards each other. They don't listen to each other. They don't stop for a second and discuss what would be the best way they could protect each other.

They are so overtaken by their love for the other person that they fail to receive the love they are shown back.

don't be weepy sleepy puppies

The phantom taste of blood is lingering in Chip's mouth.

It lingers like it isn't his own: like it's still pumping from somewhere freely. Just another gash in his cheek or split in his lip.

But the taste of copper settles on the back of his tongue and refuses to budge- it's the only thing he can taste, well it's what he gets a breath of every time he opens his mouth anyway.

The memory of his own heart sliding against his tongue and bumping the roof of his mouth is vivid, his tongue turns heavy with the weight of the blood congealed into his taste-buds.

He silently hopes that neither of his co-captains witness the way it sometimes makes him gag, choking on his death like he's trying to spit it back up again.

take my stupid doodle of that one bit in 52

The Walt Disney Company repeatedly changed US laws to keep this stupid mouse from entering the public domain when it was first supposed to lose its copyright in 1984. Next year, I want to see this rat slandered. I want low-effort splatter horror movies, weird fetish porn, a million AI-generated children’s Youtube videos using its likeness for profit. In 2024 we dance on the rat