bartender!dick grayson who spots you leaning against the bar one night in a tantalising red dress, trying to shrug off some drunk loser who keeps insisting you let him buy you a drink. dick steps in to suggest that maybe the guy’s had enough for one night, and it’s time to head home. he pauses there, but his eyes finish the sentiment—leave, or I’ll make you.
bartender!dick grayson who gets to chatting with you once the asshole’s gone, quickly realising you two have some pretty serious chemistry. he offers to make you a dirty vodka martini, claiming it’s his specialty. “it’s on the house,” he promises with a wink.
bartender!dick grayson whose eyes darken slightly as he watches your lips tease the rim of the glass, barely noticing the way you’re staring at his black t-shirt pulled taut over his muscular frame. your skin is hot, and you don’t think it’s from the vodka. he tells you he’s off at 11:30, a suggestive smirk on his face.
bartender!dick grayson who leaves sloppy kisses down your neck as soon as you’re through his apartment door. his large hands roam your body and squeeze the soft flesh of your ass, holding you flush against his muscular torso.
bartender!dick grayson who has your legs around his head within minutes of getting you sprawled out on his bed, your pretty red dress crumpled up around your waist as he devours your needy cunt with all the ferocity of a starved lion.
bartender!dick grayson who turns you over to fuck you from behind, just so he can watch your glossy pussy grip his cock like a vice as he pulls out of you slowly, before sinking back into you hard. he groans at the filthy sounds you make for him, gripping your hips to ground himself.
bartender!dick grayson who gives you the best orgasm you’ve ever had, even though you’ve known him for less than three hours. he talks you through it as you tremble around his length, his tone almost cocky—“fuck, look at you, sweetheart. feels good, doesn’t it? all for me, huh?”
bartender!dick grayson who grits his teeth as he pulls out of you to cum over your pretty ass, knowing he’d much rather fill you up and watch you drip instead. maybe next time, he tells himself with a smirk, knowing you’ll be back again for more.
percy got jealous over annabeth staring at gregory peck (gorgeous movie star) for a little too long and over her calling ganymede (whose whole thing is being gorgeous) beautiful.
and you're telling me he'd be fine with someone giving the same attention to annabeth??
So Sky can’t sense the portal with the Master Sword anymore. He could earlier, so what’s up? It could be any number of things, but here’s the weirdest one I thought of.
Dink made the portal a temporary one, one that would only last a certain number of hours, so that the Links couldn’t follow him. He probably expected Twilight to be laid up a little longer, so he thought it being open a bit longer (long enough for the mailman to go through, and Sky to find), wouldn’t be an issue. Yet they’re still a bit too late.
But if the portal’s gone, then what did Wolfie find here?
The boring explanation is he just found the mailman’s scent, and they’re going to follow that. (Or the portal is actually still there, and Twilight can smell/sense it).
The interesting (insane) explanation is that Twilight found a scent he didn’t recognize, figured it had to do with the portal, and is alerting the others to it, they’re going to follow the scent up to where the portal used to be, and find... *drumroll*
i should start a counter of how many times i have rewatched that scene by now.
when aziraphale runs after crowley, he turns around to face him, fully turns around, right?
his angel says come back, so he does, not entirely but he stops to hear him out.
even though his eyes are covered, we can safely assume he is looking at aziraphale while he speaks. the painful fun part is why he turns away.
we can be together.
aziraphale says EXACTLY what crowley wants to hear. we can be an US you can be with me forever. we can be what you imagined.
except that crowley knows they don't mean the same thing. aziraphale is suggesting life in heaven, something fundamentally different from the life crowley imagined for them on earth. this is the equivalent to someone telling you "i love you - as a friend" after you just confessed your romantic love to them.
you wanted to hear that person say those words so fucking badly and they did, but in entirely the wrong way. they don't love you the same way you love them.
and it HURTS.
mouth open, sharp intake of breath, he can no longer look at aziraphale at all.
look at the way his posture changes, too. straight back, deep breath, eyes forward and away so he does not have to watch as aziraphale promises him forever in the most painful, twisted way possible.
even when he says i need you he does not look back. my guess is that he is holding back a LOT of tears, frozen to the spot. when he does speak again, they both not only move on to mutual anger but his i understand also sounds exactly like my voice sounds when i'm swallowing tears.
we can be together. i need you. i love you
it gives him hope that maybe, maybe if he SHOWS him, if he kisses him and says this is what we could have been, aziraphale will come around. that he will realize they will be happy on earth and don't need heaven at all.
it gives him hope and aziraphale almost, ALMOST says it. almost says i love you. almost.
and then he stops himself and ruins everything, and crowley has to leave with the echo of his words in his head, probably repeating over and over again.
i need you.
we can be together.
he leaves knowing that aziraphale simply does not need crowley as much as crowley needs him.
he can no longer rely on him.
after six thousand years of shared loneliness, he is finally, truly, alone.