#and had his memories wiped

[evilasiangenius]

“Aziraphale, a celestial harmony is literally just one note.”

“So? Perfect unison is a musical interval.”

“Yes, and absolutely the most boring one. If I had to go Upstairs and sing that one note again forever and ever for all eternity, I would rather sit around rotting in Hell for all eternity. At least Downstairs we have twelve-tone rows. Oh, and the diminished fifth. Or is it the augmented fourth? Whatever it is they call a tritone, I don’t remember the human names for these things-”

“May you be forgiven,” Aziraphale said and the bland, polite smile on his face set Crowley’s teeth on edge.

“Yeah. Well. That's not going to happen.” Crowley sighed, crossing his arms as if hugging himself. “I...was hoping. That maybe we could finally have breakfast-”

“At this hour?” Aziraphale chuckled. “It’s already past noon, my dear. It’s far too late for breakfast."

“Yeah, well,” Crowley shrugged. He did not look at Aziraphale; he did not want to get his hopes up. “Thought I’d ask. Lost track of time, I suppose. Erm, what about lunch?”

“No,” Aziraphale said reflexively, and then he frowned, expression troubled. “Wait. I suppose lunch can’t hurt, even if it is with the Adversary. We should probably have a meeting anyway to discuss the current situation and where our respective sides stand. And we could do that over lunch. Well, a quick lunch, that is. What are you in the mood for, Crowley?”

Crowley’s breath caught at the familiar question and it took him a moment to get the right words out, the words that he had planned on saying. “How about...lobster and celery salad? With French fried potatoes?”

A sudden sharp expression of pain crossed Aziraphale’s face, and he pressed a hand to his chest. “Oh.”

“Angel, are you all right?”

“Yes, I…” Aziraphale tried to smile, bravely. “I-I-I don’t know what came over me. I must be...having a Moment. But I’m not sure why. Oh dear, I’m so sorry-”

Crowley offered him his hand. “Do you want me to-”

“N-n-no. Please. Don’t touch me. That would be...absolutely untoward and unfitting. Unsuitable. After all, besides being a demon, you are the Representative for Hell.”

“Yeah. I am.” Crowley’s hand fell lax to his side.

“Lunch! Luncheon…” Aziraphale said, an artificial smile plastered painful, brittle upon his face and yet the cracks showed through anyway and so he took out his handkerchief to brush away tears that had somehow come unbidden to his eyes. The strength of such a sudden upwelling of strong emotion was confusing, and so the angel tried to ignore it. “W-where does one have such a dish for lunch? It seems more like something you’d find on a holiday…?” The words ran out and Aziraphale turned away from Crowley as tears streamed from his eyes.

“Ah, ah…” Crowley panicked, not knowing what to do, wanting to take Aziraphale in his arms and comfort him but knowing that would probably scare off the angel. “I uh, found a place while you were...erm, out of town. They make it with freshly broiled lobsters. I hear they turn the shells into soup, but I’m not sure how that works. Do they grind it up? Is that a thing, ground-up shells soup? Anyway, the salad’s quite tasty. Especially if you mix the French fried potatoes in the sauce that comes with the lobster. Come on, let’s go angel. The car’s parked out front but- oh, why don’t we walk? It’s a lovely day for a walk...”

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[000marie198]

I don't care how excited it might make some people, I don't like this remake

[bunnieswithknives]

Dev this is serious stop beatboxing.

[megamindsupremacy]

I need to marinate more thoughts for this but. okay so gravity falls au. partially inspired by this. fiddleford has the memory gun and he's This Close to using it on himself to erase what he saw in the portal. he pauses. he thinks, just because I forget doesn't mean stanford will stop building the portal. he thinks it's all or nothing. he goes to stanford's shack in the woods. he sneaks in through the side door and sees stanford sleeping on the couch. it's dark outside. the lights are out. fiddleford can barely make out the shape of his former-friend's body. fiddleford looks at Stanford one last time. he types into the memory gun, Stanford Pines. he points the gun. half a second before he fires, Stanford stirs, as if sensing the danger he is in. he manages to get out "who-" before fiddleford, panicking, pulls the trigger before he can chicken out completely.

stanley wakes up on a couch he doesn't remember falling asleep in, with a terrified looking man standing over him, holding a glowing gun, and thinks this is one hell of a situation i've gotten myself into

[riverashes]

Not me realizing the reason John's name is John Gaius is because he also kept to Mercymorn's "silly" tradition of taking the name of the thing they killed

[yukipri]

Before the Bad Batch S2 premieres tonight, sharing what I hope happened after S1:

Echo is fixing AZI, and notices some wiped memory data. He offers to restore it, and sees—

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[bamboowick]

Jason should get more kudos for somehow surviving as a demigod (and a child of The Big Three) despite being half-blind for who knows how long before finally getting glasses after being diagnosed by Asclepius at basically the end of the series.

(No wonder he couldn’t dodge any bricks or anything. He couldn’t see them coming)

[j4y-k4y]

percy and ares beef is too funny

[jessiesjaded]

Little Mulder and Scully moments, 1x03.

[itissadbutitsmy-artblog]

heyo bmo comics! hehe!

[mrs-gauche]

[resurgentclass-stardestroyer]

everyday I get mad at how wonderfully the sequel trilogy could've been thematically tied together if Ben and Rey had just been cousins

[334iwatchshit]

do y'all remember when endgame said

"yeah the avengers left Thor to rot and become a alcoholic" ?

like yeah okay???? no?????? you mean to tell me bruce banner sacrificed his own autonomy to save Thor and his people and he didn't check on him ONCE after the death of his brother? after the death of Heimdall?? after the destruction of the refugee ship and desecration of half the universe, that Thor BLAMES HIMSELF FOR???? not bruce, not one avenger? not for FIVE YEARS????

yeah. okay. sounds fake but sure!

[crimescrimson]

Red's Favourite Gaming Pairings Of All Time [6/?]: Vergil and Kat from DmC: Devil May Cry (2013)

[olivebranch311]

Silver woke up, body swaddled in a warm blanket and head sore. He felt like he had pulled a long night of studying. Faintly he heard the sound of Malleus Lilia humming, scents coming to his room from the kitchen of their do- cottage.

I need to wake up. I need to get up, he thought. But all Silver could do was shut his eyes, and drift off back to the sound of his lullaby.

~~~

Silver wakes up, body swaddled in a warm blanket and his head sore. His head was resting on a soft pillow, feeling like he had been bucked off his horse. Faintly, he heard the sound of Malleus his father humming, scents coming to his room from the kitchen.

‘I need to wake up. I need to…’ Silver lost his train of thought as a yawn interrupted him, and when he tried to think about what his thoughts were, it was gone. His eyes felt heavy. And Silver allowed them to slide shut.

~~~

Silver wakes up, body swaddled in a warm blanket, and his head sore. The sunlight blocked by curtains, shielding his eyes from the rays. His body felt like he had a long spar with Sebek. Faintly, he heard the sound of his father humming, scents coming to his room from the kitchen.

‘I need to…’ Silver frowned faintly at his thoughts escaping him. Needed to… hm. He couldn’t grasp it but something felt… off. His fathers song resounded again and Silver yawned, nestling into the warmth of his pillow. His eyes closed before he could try to grasp his thoughts again.

~~~

Silver woke up, his body swaddled in a warm blanket, his body feeling well rested and warm. His head felt light and clear and Silver yawned, perking up at the sound of his Father humming from the kitchen. His Father seemed relatively chipper, of course his Father usually was, the old retired General adored his said retirement, claiming it gave him more time to travel along with Silver and cook some… spectacular things for their guests.

Silver winced and sent a silent apology to Lord Malleus and Sebek, hopefully they wouldn’t be too scared to try some of Fathers creations. Sliding out of the warm comforts of bed, Silver braced for the eventful day he was bound to have.

~~~

In the silence of Diasomnia, surrounded by thick briar vines, which thorns seemingly shined against the green glow of the fire provided by the dorms, Malleus allowed himself to exhale slowly, a pleased smile growing on his face. It took a dozen or more so times, but as his biosphere magic expanded, he was able to gain more control over his magic, which meant more magic to properly force the seemingly undaunted knight.

Silver’s unique magic was one of the biggest headaches he’s ever had to deal with. Silver’s refusal of his gift was disheartening, especially after the boy poured out his heart to him. He’d thought Silver would be more accepting but he was not only faced with refusal but also the revelation that his unique magic worked against him. But all it took was simply making him forget their encounters and sending him back to his dream space, surrounded by familiarity and warmth. And he was pleased with the fall. Still… the little Shroud was someone he needed to deal with, sooner than later. A shame the young one was resistant to his magic. Ah well. Perhaps he could… project his brothers dream to him, allow him to see what he would ruin.

He glanced to his side, his smile warming at seeing his family sleeping soundly on the edges of his coat, and he knelt down to their forms, admiring their peaceful faces.

He would deal with little Shroud later. For now… he would be content to watch his favorite subjects sleep.

[beefblood]

Every time I talk to gale in bg3 I’m reminded of my first playthrough where I interacted with the sigil he comes out of, heard the narrator say it looked dangerous, and then left without touching it because I didn’t want to fuck up my character. I didn’t go back until I made it all the way to act 2 and was seeing posts on this app about the damn rizzard and thought “oh! Where is he? I don’t think I’ve met him yet :3”