#I worked way too hard on this

[lyntarts]

“As long as he’s in his presence. As long as it’s Kyle, he’ll be okay.” - Stan Marsh moments before disaster.

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Inspired by Chapter 8 of:

[senior-sandr]

Laios's Party (by me)

[teslasucks37]

CW: NSFW under the cut (MDNI), tsundere-ish!Reader, afab!reader (no pronouns tho), dom!Charlie, spanking (Reader Recieving), Canon Divergent, Slight classism from Reader? (If u like really squint and read between the lines (the longing to be touched by a hardworking man))

A/N: Heavily inspired by the beautiful dredge playthrough we’ve been blessed! (I imagined this taking place in the dredge world without any of the past memory stuff cause I came up for this idea before I finished the playthrough afterward…) This is a weird mashup of a headcannon format with actual fic content, while still remaining a little vague for artistic purposes. (Also yes I made a visual depiction of the reader above but their appearance doesn’t come up) This is nearly 2.5k words… I got a little carried away… Also if it’s bad or I missed a typo no I did not it is 5:16 am 🤨

Fisherman!Charlie x Reader

Love and Kisses

When he first came to your small little cottage by the rocks, you were less than happy to see him.

Much less than happy.

All you wanted was to be left alone.

But no, him and his stupid boat had to come bobbing over the horizon.

“What do you want?” You called out to him from the dock in a harsh tone.

He stood up after finishing tying off his boat with insane speed, seeming surprised at your prickly greeting. “Uh, do you need help with anything?”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “What? No?”

You weren’t like the other people he’d met around this place, instead abrasive and reclusive.

Not jumping at the chance for someone’s help like the rest of them.

“Your dock is looking pretty rough.”

You looked to the planks of wood beneath your feet, practically falling apart from lack of use.

“Well, I don’t need help from the likes of you.” You barked, crossing your arms.

“What, a fisherman?” He cocked his head, glancing down at his attire, his shirt slightly dirty with miscellaneous scales, fins, smears, and stains.

“From anyone!” You shouted, turning to walk back up the stony steps to your cottage. “Just go away!”

He stood there for a moment, taking one more look at the deteriorating dock, before unwrapping his boat and sailing away.

You watched him go from high atop your cottage, hoping that would be the last you saw of him, of anyone for a long time.

But the next time he came back was only a day or so later.

He tied off his boat to your rickety dock, before stepping back onto the deck of his vessel and hauling out armfuls of planks.

You’d been out on your front lawn, basking in the sun, when you glanced below at the dock to see it being ripped up by that same damn fisherman from the day before.

“Hey!” You shouted to him as you raced down your stone steps toward him. “What do you think you’re doing?”

He glanced up at you, before turning back to destroying the planks beneath him. “I’m fixing your dock.”

“Well it seems more like you’re breaking it…” You crossed your arms. “I could have you arrested for destruction of property.”

“I’m Charlie.” He stood up, dusting off his hands, then holding one out to you. “Just so you know whose name to put on the police report.”

“You smell like fish.” You glared at his outstretched hand, causing him to retract it with an awkward grin, before he continued his work.

“Well, I do fish for a living.” He joked, a smile etching on his face.

Your frown deepened at his smile, watching as he just kept working. “What if I don’t want it fixed?”

“Well, I think that’s a shame.” Charlie grabbed a nail, hammering it into another board and jostling it all to make sure it stayed in place. “Cause this happens to be a mighty fine spot for a dock.”

Your glare was simply met with a soft smile. “Just… Don’t come past the dock. Or you’re trespassing.”

He nodded in agreement, watching you walk back up the steps into the cottage.

You watched him from your living room window, doing nothing for days but rebuilding your dock for you.

Your disdain for him shrank, if only a little bit.

“I can’t give you any kind of compensation.” You called out to him from the stone steps as he finished hammering down the last plank.

“That’s okay.” Charlie just shrugged, wiping the sweat from his brow as he stood up. “I wasn’t expecting any.”

You narrowed a brow at him.

There was no way that was true.

Everyone always wanted something.

That’s just the way the world was.

You’d accepted that long ago.

But even after he finished the dock, he came back the next day.

It didn’t make any sense.

There was nothing there for him, no trading, no shops, no interesting artifacts.

Just you.

Every time he came, he just wanted to see you.

You two would chat about nothing and everything while sitting on the dock he’d built with his bare hands, despite his jokes that he wasn’t cut out for “rough handed” work, whatever that meant.

It wasn’t until around then that you felt comfortable telling him your name.

One day he asked you how you’d wound up on these rocks, in this cottage.

“It was my grandparents’ before they died. They left the house in my name and… Anywhere was better than living with my parents any longer…” You trailed off, not mentioning anything more on the subject.

He wondered if that was why you were always alone, if that’s why your dock had been so neglected.

You were still stewing in anger.

Charlie wanted to help, obviously.

Perhaps the dock was just the start, maybe the real quest was making you see the world in a better light again.

Not that you were an objective to be completed or something, but the thought of making you believe in humanity again did fill him with a sense of hope.

And so he tried.

He would show up at various times, in the peacefulness of the morning, in the dead of night, and you would wake up for him every time.

Charlie would always honk the horn when he was coming or going, which you complained about, claiming that it was too loud and would wake up the wildlife.

But of course, every time he even hinted at stopping the practice, you backtracked, saying that if he didn’t announce his presence, he might run into a resting animal close to the dock.

You both knew it was a bullshit excuse, but neither of you ever dared to say it.

He would always do it in a special little pattern too.

Hooonk hooonk honk honk honk, honk honk honk hooonk hooonk.

He said that it was Morse code for 73, a way that people would say “best regards” through telegrams and ham radios.

You found it endearing, though you’d never say that to his face.

But then one day he changed it.

Hooonk hooonk hooonk honk honk, hooonk hooonk hooonk honk honk.

You asked him what it meant, and he just shrugged, a sly grin on his face.

You searched your grandparents’ small library for something, anything regarding Morse code, but you found nothing.

Any time you brought it up he would move to a new topic immediately, a shit eating grin on his face.

You would talk to him about the new things you were growing in your garden and he would talk to you about the fish he’d caught that day, even inviting you aboard one time to view the fish in the cooler.

“Is it… Supposed to look like that?”

“Uh… I don’t really know. The fish look kinda different around here.”

“And that one?”

“Oh that one’s actually rotting, let me throw that out.”

“Oh, ew ew ew-“

You didn’t end up going back in there for a while.

It got to the point that he was tying his boat to your dock every other day consistently for nearly three months.

So when he didn’t show up for nearly a week, you were worried.

Insanely worried.

Like stay up all night tossing and turning imagining the worst worried.

One day, at around dinner time, a horn honked out in a pattern you recognized so well across the horizon.

You practically knocked your dining room chair over at how fast you stood up and sprinted out the door, racing down the stone steps to meet him.

Charlie had just finished tying his boat to your dock as you wrapped him in a hug.

He stumbled lightly, not expecting the sudden contact.

“Where were you?” You mumbled into his shoulder, despite the faint fish smell.

Behind it, he smelled like the ocean breeze, salty and warm.

“I’m sorry.” Charlie whispered against the crown of your head, your hair tickling his face as he pulled you closer. “I was helping a friend. It took longer than I thought it would.”

“I thought that you…”

Drowned? Died? Lost interest?

He seemed to understand every thought in your head immediately, pulling away from you just far enough to tilt your chin up with a hooked finger and kiss you.

Your eyes fluttered closed at the touch, even as he pulled away, you struggled to open them again.

“It’ll take more than a few sea beasts to sink me.” He joked with a lopsided smile, even though the prospect wasn’t very funny.

“Don’t do that again.” You mumbled, deadly serious despite the soft look in your eyes.

Charlie pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I won’t, I promise.”

From then on he never left for longer than a day without letting you know ahead of time.

It only took a few more visits for you to finally invite him to come up and see the house.

But that wasn’t your only intention.

“You know, I never did thank you properly for rebuilding my dock… But I think I have a little something that you’d like~”

But first you forced him to hose off the fish smell before he stepped inside.

It didn’t take long before you were on him, to his absolute delight.

After all, you hadn’t had someone in your house for a long time, so you weren’t about to waste it.

It took only moments until he had you face down and ass up on the bed.

You’d been so rude to him when he’d first arrived, he wanted to be a little mean back.

And there was absolutely no way you were thinking of stopping him.

He caressed your waist like he hadn’t touched anyone like this in years.

And being as secluded out at sea as he was, he probably hadn’t.

His fingers kneaded the bare skin on your waist, thighs, ass, everything covering the important bits discarded already on your bedroom floor.

When he slipped inside you for the first time it practically made you see stars.

“Oh, fuck!”

It already reached so fucking deep inside you.

Your eyes rolled back for a moment, before fluttering closed at the sensations zipping through your synapses and corrupting your brain into a hazy state of complete pleasure.

His speed was anything but slow, his desperation obvious in how he stretched you out, not waiting for you at all.

It hurt in just the right way to feel so good, especially when it was Charlie doing it to you.

“Fuck, feels so good…” He slurred out, his mind mush at the sight of your body combined with the feeling of your velvety walls pulsing around him.

You gasped slightly as he landed a light slap on your ass, so soft it couldn’t even be considered a slap, maybe just a harsh motion to make your ass jiggle for him.

Wiggling your ass involuntarily in response led to him grabbing your ass, slapping it again just to make it move.

A moan fell from your lips at the contact, making him grin and slap harder.

“Oh fuck…” He mumbled, busy admiring your reactions to his spanking. “So good for me~”

His voice was breathy, like he was fighting to hold himself back.

“Please~” You weren’t even exactly sure what you were asking for, but it was the only word you managed to choke out before you sobbed in pleasure at his increase in speed.

Charlie pressed your hips into the mattress with his own, the pure force of his thrusts bouncing you back onto his cock. “That’s it, baby~”

God, you were gonna cum.

You were gonna cum on a fisherman’s cock.

You were gonna cum on Charlie’s cock.

You gasped as you squirted around him, dripping all over the bed, running down your thighs and his balls.

His hips ground against you, shoving his cock all the way in to kiss at your cervix, making you groan in pleasured pain at the feeling.

“Yeah? You like that?”

“Uh huh!” You moaned against the mattress, grasping your sheets desperately for some kind of purchase to recover from your orgasm, but he didn’t give you that.

Charlie gripped your ass, pulling you back onto his cock again, making you shout out and arch your back.

“Hah~ Hah~ Hah~” You panted and groaned and shook within his mighty grip, completely helpless.

“I’m gonna come home to you every fucking night…” He mumbled between thrusts, profanities spilling from his mouth under his breath. “And I’m gonna fill you up every fucking night.”

Your walls clenched at the thought of Charlie calling your home his, your body his, you his.

He felt it around him, making him pound harder, faster, if that was even possible.

You could tell he was purely trying to cum, absolutely thrilled at even the notion that it would be inside you, so much so you whispered to him. “Please… Cum inside meee~” You whined, Charlie responding with a light groan and a tighter readjustment of his grip on your ass.

He pounded into you with wild abandon, the wetness from your previous orgasm letting him glide freely in and out of you.

“Fuck~” Charlie moaned headily at the sensation, your walls fluttering around him in overstimulation.

His fingertips gripped your waist hard as he rocked inside you a few more times, slowing to a stop as he twitched and panted, emptying his load inside you.

You both practically collapsed into each other, breathing and shivering, absolutely exhausted.

It wasn’t until you were in his arms and he was playing with your hair, letting the strands fall through his fingers, that he let his big secret slip.

“It’s 88.”

“What?” You asked groggily, glancing up from his chest.

“The Morse code. I changed it to 88.”

You said nothing, waiting for him to continue on his own.

He bit the inside of his flushed cheek, shy for the first time in his life. “It means… Love and kisses.”

You had to hold back a grin.

“Love and kisses?” You repeated back with a teasing smirk.

He nodded triumphantly, as if he had won a game. “I know, I’m a genius.”

You chuckle, smacking him lightly on the chest.

He grinned, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

You raised a finger, tapping it rhythmically on his arm.

Press press press tap tap, press press press tap tap.

Charlie smiled, pulling you tighter as he repeated the pattern against your back.

The two of you fell asleep together, pressing “love and kisses” into each others’ skin.

[actuallyjustabiscuit]

Woo! Done just in time before Pride Month ends!

Little bit of dialogue underneath cuz I decided to be extra last minute

Pomni: “You play piano?”

Ragatha: “Sorta. I don’t know why Caine gave me this to be honest. There’s really only one song that I know how to play.”

Pomni: “Can I hear it?”

Ragatha: “Alright, b-but just don’t make fun of me, ok? It’s a bit silly.”

Ragatha:

🎶  I’m just a rag dolly, Happy and smiling all day.🎶

🎶 A little rag dolly, Wishing your worries away.🎶

🎶 I stop and say, ‘Golly! This is too good to be true!’🎶

🎶 ‘A little rag dolly, Plain as can be, Has a friend who’s as lovely as you’~.🎶

Pomni: *sits down next to her and smirks* “Ok yeah, I think I know this one too. Can I give it a shot?”

Ragatha: *beaming and playing louder* “Of course! Go for it!”

Pomni:

🎶You’re just a rag dolly, Happy and smiling all day.🎶

🎶A lovely rag dolly, Wishing my worries away.🎶

🎶And I get so jolly, Knowing it’s funny but true.🎶

🎶A lovely rag dolly, Sweet as can be, can be friends with somebody like me~.🎶

Ragatha: *ends the song while blushing* “Th-that was great, Pomni! Even if some of the words were a little different than how I remember them.”

Pomni: *shrugs with a wink* “Oh well, I think I like my version better.”

[watchtheprongss]

James Potter always wanted to be the perfect friend. The one who will always be there for his friends. So, when, his best friend, Sirius Black, his other half, showed up in this living room in the middle of the night of boxers' day, James potter was there to take care of him.

It had always been like this, the two of them, along with Remus and Peter, against the World.

After being disowned, Sirius was sure that his brother would hate him, James knew it couldn't be true but Sirius believed Regulus was just like them.

Until Regulus showed up.

It wasn't during the night as Sirius. No, Regulus had showed up at the crack of dawn. James had just woken up for his morning runs when he saw a figure approaching the gates of Potter Manor.

-

Euphemia Potter loved kids. Not only hers, but every kid she saw. She wanted them to be happy, and she was always ready to fight for their happiness.

So when Sirius had shown up, and a year later Regulus too, she gave them a home and a family. She tried her best to be there. Though it seemed James had already taken the role happily. She, of course, noticed how fast James and Regulus had gotten closer in the span of two months. She noticed how her son was able to just, calm down, when he was with Regulus. He was never as agitated with Regulus as he normally was. She didn't know if he knew that.

All she knew was that she was going to support all of her kids.

-

People at Hogwarts talked about the change in James, he didn't bully the Slytherins - or well, just Snivellus, really- nor did he pick any fights. The pranks were always a constant, but there was one thing that stood out amongst other things. James Potter was no longer going out of his way to impress Lily Evans.

Some thought it was another one of schemes, so some said that he's showing Evans how he has matured so that she would take him. Some even said that he had just simply moved on from her during the summer, or found another girl. It was only James who knew how it was all because of Regulus.

How his mere presence always calmed him, made him feel at peace. It was not about Lily Evans or any other girl. It was always about Regulus, and his eyes which always seemed to show more than his face ever did. It was Regulus, his sloppy curl that fell over his beautiful grey blueish eyes, and his smile. His smiles. His snarky remarks, his lovely voice. Just Regulus.

James knew, of course. He knew where his feelings were headed and he wanted- no. That wasn't right. That was not how it was supposed to go.

He was in Gryffindor, just like his dad. A quidditch captain, just like his dad. A Head boy, just like his dad. He was also supposed to marry his pretty, Hogwarts sweetheart, girlfriend, just like his dad. Regulus wasn't supposed to be in the picture. James was never supposed to fall for- no. It was going exactly as it should be.

Lily Evans had finally started to think of James as a human than a toerag. Wasn't that always the goal? To impress Lily, then why doesn't it feel complete to James? Why does it feel like a very important part is still missing from his life.

why

wasn't

it

enough?

It was Lily, who made the first move. Always the one to take the lead, she had asked him to a date in Hogsmeade. He said yes because , what else are you supposed to do? When your "dreamgirl" asks you out? So he did, and he did everything other thing you're supposed to do when a pretty girl is interested in you. They became the so called "Star couple" of Hogwarts. The Head boy and the Head girl, dating, in love, it was the epitome of cliche. But James wasn't, not really. It wasn't as if Lily didn't know, she knew that he loved her, really. Just, he was not in love with her, and she wasn't either. Maybe, she was getting there. It was hard for James to think of that.

It was the fall of 1979, when Frank and Alice got married. James had no idea what he was thinking when he asked Regulus if he wanted to go for a walk after the wedding, but Regulus was just so, so, so.. just.

Which is how they ended up walking in the woods a few hours later, talking.

"Sirius and Remus living together in Italy, Peter off to Asia, now that you've graduated, you'll be going to Paris and well, I'm not good like Lily so I'm grumpy," James said while walking down the path, not noticing the stiffening of Regulus' spine at the mention of Lily. He and Lily, they were on a break. Lily needed space to herself after her parents' death, to process everything without a relationship to handle. Everyone just thought they were over. Maybe James did too, maybe he wanted it to be true.

"You know," Regulus hesitated, "You don't have to stay here."

"Why?" James glanced at him, amusedly. "Are you saying I fuck off to some other country too?" Regulus looked at him, inhaling sharply, preparing to speak. James looks in his eyes, drowning with that one emotion. The one they aren't allowed to acknowledge. Immediately knowing what's about to happen, James started to shake his head.

"No." He choked out with tears welling up. "No, you- please don't. You don't get to do this, not now. Please"

"It's no use James, we've let it sit for too long. We've got to let it out..."

"No. no..."

"I've loved you ever since I knew what it was like to fall in love, James–"

"No, we don't have to–"

"I couldn't help it, Jamie. I couldn't– and you've been so good to me – I've tried to show it, to say it, but you wouldn't let me; now I'm going to make you hear and give me answer because I can't go one like this any longer." He glances at James to see him crying with his eyes closed, he was shaking his head.

"I've tried to save you from this – I thought- I thought you would understand," James said but Regulus went on, choosing to ignore him.

"I've hated myself or feeling like this, and I have worked so hard to make me worthy of you. I waited and waited and I never complained for I hoped you'd love me, thought I know I don't deserve you– I'm not half good enough–" James stopped him by moving forward, cupping his face with his hands.

"Yes, you are, you're a way too good for me; and I'm so grateful for you and–" James choked out as the tears returned to his eyes. They were both crying now, looking in each other's eyes– "God, Regulus, I'm so fucking proud of you, I don't understand how you don't see yourself the way i see you. I don't see why I... I can't love you as you want me to."

"You can't or you're too afraid to?" Regulus asked sharply, suddenly feeling the beast clawing at his heart.

"I can't change how I feel, Reggie. I'm sorry, I know- I know how unfair it is of me to say that– and just please, I- You're right, you know," James said, looking at him with heartbreak written across his face. "I am afraid, and you can't tell me that I have no reason to be."

Regulus backed away from him as if physically struck. "I can't love anyone else, Jamie." He cried softly.

"It would be a disaster, Regulus! We can't be – this. People are being killed for being like this, I– I can't do it." James didn't know what he was more afraid of; being in love with a boy or being in love with Regulus. All of the Gryffindor bravery in him had disappeared the moment he had realized– realized what exactly? That he was.. gay? No, but Lily... so gay-ish? Or that it was Regulus? The boy he was in love with?

"Just say yes, James Potter! Just say yes, that you love me because I know you fucking do. I've seen the way you look at me, James. I know that's not how you're supposed to look at your best friend's baby brother, so just fucking say it like the Gryffindor you are."

"I've tried to do that and I have failed. I can't say it truly, okay Regulus? I can't say that I will love you without fear so I will just no say it at all," He looked in his eyes, "And one day, Reggie? You'll see that I was right. You'll thank me for it–"

Regulus interrupted him angrily, "I'll be damned if I do!"

James continued without acknowledging him– "You'll find some lovely girl, who will love you and adore you, and make a fine wife for your fine house. I wouldn't. I'm- I'm a guy and when people will look at us as if we are freaks, you'll be ashamed of me, and we would quarrel– we can't help it, can we? Not even now! I'm loud and I'd hate those big ass bookshelves I know you're planning on getting and you'd hate my overbearing touches and we would be un--happy and wish we- wish we hadn't done this and- and everything will be awful!"

Regulus just nodded at him, glancing away and trying to go back up the hill "Anything else you want to add?'

"Nothing else just... I don't think I will ever marry," Because he doesn't. He thinks that maybe he and Lily will be together again, but he doesn't think that they will every marry. He doesn't think he even wants to be married, "I am happy as I am and I don't- I don't think I will ever love anyone the way I love y- the way- I don't think I will ever love someone enough to want to marry them."

Regulus has stopped walking now, staring him down with tear stained face with a sharp gleam in his eyes before he shook his head as if shaking himself out of his thoughts, "See, I think you will care for someone, and love them, and live and die for them, because that's who you are James. That's who you've always been. Maybe that'd be Lily, you now? I know you will, it's your way, and you will." He paused, looking him in the eye. "And I'll be there with you at every step."

"Reggie.. please," James whispers.

He straightens up and walks away. James cries and cries. His heart breaking and his body on fire. He feels lost, even though he is the one who broke both their hearts.

And well, Regulus was right, wasn't he?

[lycan-hound]

B.E.N

(Bio-Mechanical - Environmental development- Network system)

My official B.E.N design!!! Im in LOVE with how it came out!! I know it’s not the traditional Ben Drowned look but I think it adds to the charm!!

Sketch development Photos:

[spacedoutman]

The ankh warrior // Vinnie Vincent

Putting some of that leftover history nerd to good use~ (he’s fighting Apep and I’ll have to)

[hira492]

All the different layers and stuff I made for my Marauder piece :D hope it helps anyone who is struggling to understand The Marauder's layout :D

[stupidlyunhinged]

well i finally finished this cross stitch after likeee a year(?) im going to try to wash the blue grid off tomorrow n find the frame i had floating around

its a BEAST but idk the kit it came as was weird n theres no outlines to do on the pattern so i might leave it like this idk yet thoughts??

BUT AHHHHH ITS DONE!!!

[catholickedd]

it’s finally finished, thank god. also it’s almost midnight because I hyperfocused on this so my body refuses to sleep.

but here you are, have some kind of shitty petrigrof art

[shervso]

🥶🥶😔😔😟😟🔥🔥💪💪💪🤣🤣🤣😞😞😝😝

[celestial-sprouts-art]

“Drift Away” zim ai cover! Made by me! (Aka if you do anything with this tag me pls?) ( @kittynugg I’m tagging you cuz I know you would like thisssss )

(Me when his voice started cracking at the end)

[jokerislandgirl32]

The Love Triangle

This is a piece of art connected to my Wild Violet AU, and it’s my March entry for the @yearoftheotpevent to fulfill the Acceptance prompt. I am not the best artist but this concept grabbed ahold of me and would not let me rest until I finished it. The full picture and closeups of each character are included below:

OTP Pairings: Zach Varmitech + my OC Violet Tyler / Zach Varmitech + Gaston Gourmand

The work is inspired by this song:

More details about this piece may be found below the cut 😊!

Gaston Gourmand and Zach Varmitech have been in an on again/ off again relationship for nearly two years. Gourmand loves Zach deeply, but Zach is at the center of a love triangle: while he’s attracted to Gourmand, he is not in love with him. Zach is in love with Violet Tyler, a girl he’s known since their days at summer camp.

Zach denied his true feelings for Violet for years, only seeing her as a friend, but one kiss changes everything between them. Zach spirals thinking he’s not good enough for her and starts dating Gourmand, but he never commits himself to the relationship and Gourmand ends things once he discovers Zach’s true feelings for Violet.

Gourmand tries his best to hate Violet, but they end up becoming best friends. Zach continues to seek Gourmand out whenever he and Violet have an argument. So, Gourmand finds a sense of peace with the arrangement. All of this changes when Zach calls Gourmand to his headquarters and divulges a piece of sensitive information regarding his and Violet’s relationship status.

So, Gourmand and Zach must accept that their romantic relationship cannot continue; they have to accept the fate of the love triangle.

I do have a one shot in conjunction with this piece that I may post at a later date, or simply save for a later chapter in Wild Violets, regardless, I hope you all enjoy this piece 💜!

[magic-vinny]

Season 3

[willyoubethepookietomypookster]

The "Good Person" Theory part 1

This is my very own good omens theory, because the coffee theory and the lie theory aren't doing it for me.

PART ONE CUZ TUMBLRS BEING A BITCH

My theory is that Aizraphale is genuinely excited to go to heaven and do good, and him wanting to take Crowley with him is his own genuine desire to stick by Crowley as an Archangel. Aizraphale doesn't understand why Crowley doesn't want to be an angel anymore, and Crowley doesn't understand why Aizraphale would choose heaven over him. When Aizraphale says the line "Nothing last forever" Crowley assumes that he means that they won't last forever either, and that Aizraphale doesn't care enough about him to choose him. What Aizraphale really means is that the bookshop won't last forever, and they can continue their friendship/relationship in heaven, because his line is a reply to Crowley's former line "You can't leave the bookshop" One of the points for the Lie theory is that Aizraphale stutters a lot and is very shaky when explaining his offer to Crowley, and in earlier episodes we see that he follows this same pattern when lying other times in the show, so I believed this at first, but rewatching the scene, Aizraphale just seems genuinely excited for this new opportunity that has been presented to him, and he's smiling during the entire explanation, which is something that doesn't match up with his other patterns, as his facial expressions are typically all over the place trying to cover his lie. Another point is Aizraphales relationship with lying, he lies very often, lying about Jobs children for example. This point is something that i agree with, but again, Aizraphale seems incredibly genuine in his explanation to Crowley, smiling often and almost bouncing up and down in excitement. Another point in the Lie theory is when Aizraphale explicitly states that he does not want to go to heaven, and tries to pass his comment off with a "where would I get my coffee?" This is another point that I agreed with at first, but his demeanor immediately changes when Metatron states that he would be able to reinstate Crowley as an angel. This is another thing that I think Aizraphale is genuine about, he thinks that making Crowley an angel again would make him happy. Aizraphale is very proud to be an angel, this is shown all the time, with him often making one off comments like "well, I'm an angel" and such, and I believe this is why he's caught off guard when Crowley starts to get upset. He can't fathom why anyone wouldn't want to be an angel like him. Even though its very apparent that Aizraphale doesn't trust the other angels, this is shown when he is very clearly terrified when any other angel shows up at his book shop or otherwise. I personally think that Aizraphale, despite not liking heaven literally AT ALL, would like to become an Archangel because he genuinely really wants to make a difference and fix a system that has abused him since the beginning. Aizraphale wants to fix heaven as best as he possibly can, and who else could he do that with but Crowley? As Crowley explains his reasoning for not wanting to go to heaven, Aizraphale still can't really grasp on why anyone wouldn't want to be an angel, and this turns into trying to convince Crowley to go with him, hence "Nothing lasts forever." Crowley refuses to go with Aizraphale and turns to leave, and as he's walking away, Aizraphale says "I don't think you understand what I'm offering you" which basically means, again, "why wouldn't anyone want to be an angel?" In which Crowley replies that he understands more than Aizraphale does, and thats exactly why he doesn't want to go with him. Aizraphale says "Well then there isn't anything else to be said" and looks away. In a last ditch attempt to convince Aizraphale, Crowley grabs him and kisses him. This kiss isn't romantic or desire, its anger. Crowley is angry that Aizraphale won't even think of changing his mind, angry that despite spending 6000 years together, Aizraphale still chooses heaven, a place he doesn't even really like, over his best friend. (i use the term friend loosely) Crowley is infuriated that Aizraphale would even think twice about leaving him. Aizraphale on the other hand, is devastated by this kiss.

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