#I AM ON FLOOR CRYING

[louisplumpyass]

thirty-two and thirty never looked so good

[nothingbizzare]

I still hope

[beyondplusultra]

It's like I blinked and "Haha I'm going to kill myself" became a funny joke to make again, or an alright thing to say ironically. You guys stop that. You'll feel better for not saying it, I promise.

[chiisanajimi]

dawwwgggg look at my lawyerrrrr

[shwarmadillo]

neil gaiman writing The Kiss:

[nyxofdemons]

THE WAY THAT THEY INVENTED ROMANCE WITH THIS SONG???? HELLO?????

[ice-cold-eye]

[wishchip106]

LET HIM GET UP LET HIM GET UP

[cirkkaa]

Carmen Dei

[dantesmelancholicshitpost]

I was just now debating who should receive my therapy bills for the kiss scene in ep6...

Ofc there is David Tennant, full of desperation, grasping at straws. We cannot see his eyes, but we know damn well that they are watery and full of fear and awareness that this may be his last chance.

But then there is Michael Sheen whose conflicted attitude already prompted me to write a (not so) short analysis in my notes. Aziraphale whose yearning and longing for Crowley is so palpable, whose hands look for some sort of contact and embrace, whose pain we can see so clearly when he pushes Crowley away and whose entire body language is just filled with dilemmas, with antonyms, whose internal conflict is so tangible.

And then there is Neil, the mastermind. The one who is there pulling the strings. The one who made this scene a parallel of the scene from s1 where Crowley pushes Aziraphale to the wall, saying "I'm not nice", but this time he just wants him to understand, that Aziraphale is nice, more than nice, moreover that Crowley MAY BE nice, but they are just not fit for Heaven, they belong only in eachother. And the hurt after Aziraphale doesn't accept this unspoken but so clearly communicated argument...

In conclusion, they should just split it

[runwhileyoucan]

"Oh Archivist!"

[ajwalkerartblog]

I need more scenes of them just dancing please and thank you

[izloveshorses]

[spineless-lobster]

Do you ever just think about how, as gods, thanatos and zagreus were meant to be worshipped? How mortals fear thanatos too much to sacrifice to him, picturing him as an insatiable beast who takes and takes. How zagreus isn’t even known by the mortals, despite understanding the blood that runs through their veins, their most vulnerable parts.

And do you ever think about how they worship each other? How zagreus allows thanatos that vulnerability, allows him to take him in his arms, his lips, and take take take. How thanatos sees zagreus, always being there for him even when the entire underworld was against him. How he was the steady, grounding heartbeat to zagreus’ chaotic circumstances.

They worship each other when no one else will.

Do you ever just think about that?

[recareels]

it is literally so flippin cold out this morning (like cold enough for me to see lil clouds of my breath!!!) and literally all i can think of is reca dressing you up all warm n cozy in a faux fur coat + a knitted beanie and matching knitted mittens, pulling the brim of the hat down to make sure it’s covering your ears and then fastidiously tucking each mitten into the sleeves of your coat and going ‘there :) now Daddy’s little starlet is all snug and safe from the cold :)’

and even though it’s true and you are, you can’t help but pout, holding out your wool-clad hands and going ‘but Daddy, my fingers are still cold’ just so he’ll sandwich your hands between his always-toasty palms with a little knowing smirk and lidded eyes, kneading them slow and purposeful with a ‘of course they are, baby’

[ninadove]

Whatever you do, do not think about the subversion of the olive tree bed test in EPIC