#but the implications of that sentence

[peetassandwich]

Was just thinking about Crowley and Aziraphale being in love and about when Aziraphale falls for him later, and I had to stop dead at the thought that Crowley Fell first.

Crowley fell first of the two of them.

He Fell.

I am unwell.

[erial-c]

"to ask how i found you implies that, at some point, i didn't know where you were"

erik that is such a crazy fucking line to drop you are insane . this is so good

[hermesmoly]

“But why now?—because Menelaus has beaten your handsome Paris, and hateful as I am, he longs to take me home?” Helen of Sparta still knowing her soulmate’s heart after a decade of war everybody

[blatantprinterpropaganda]

i'm obsessed with her. not only did she film them, she had it ready to go on her phone with a pink heart filter on top

[kingslionheart]

alfred x uhtred + 3x09

[eigong]

I think your two students are plotting against you

I'm too old for this

[lochallthedoors]

Q&A w/ Liam conducted on 12 Sept. 2019 for The Monthly's 12/2019 issue

[fluffypotatey]

Mk being convinced by shadowplay, the scroll, brotherhood direct statements, and macaque's gay aura and wukong vegeance obsession that past macaque was gay for wukong

Mk: really, monkey king? It was so obvious

Mei who was told all the deets by mk: lol, kinda feel bad for the guy

Wukong: ??? Was he in love with me? Did I just not see it???

Mac: FOR THE LAST FUCKING TIME!!!! PAST ME FELT NOTHING!!!

Mei: ….this implies future you is a-okay to suck his—

[occasionallycjshipping]

“{Breathe, Heart.}” Soul whispers into the sensitive skin of Heart’s throat, the line of it bared to him, the possibility of taking it in teeth, rending the muscle, painting the skin purple, all so utterly obvious. Heart shivers, twitches, whatever term Soul can use for it- Soul presses his lips against the bottom of his neck and feels his pulse flutter and speed up, like a desperate bird’s wings. Like his wings.

Soul kisses up Heart’s neck, allowing himself to stain the pure thing, taste its sweat, bruise it up, and then nestles into the crook of it and Heart’s jaw. He breaks from Heart, raises his voice: “{Breathe.}” There’s an edge to it, telling Heart to follow, and it doesn’t matter why. It shouldn’t. Soul knows, here and now at the very least, Heart will do what he asks without any questions, and it leaves him with a satisfied grin and a kind of pleased thrill up his chest. {How far does it go? Well, that’s a question for another day, maybe never realistically, yet it’s one he wants to answer, needs to the same way he needs the fragile line of Heart’s neck in his fingers, in his hands, like a toy reserved for him only, a claim which Soul’s lipstick and his bruises corroborate in turns.}

Heart drags in a shuddering, deep breath that hitches.

“{There you are. That wasn’t so bad, right?}”

Heart shakes his head. It’s always something whenever Soul drives him to silence.

Soul has Heart completely at his disposal - what does he want to do?

For now - he will make chances like this later, hopefully - he grips the base of Heart’s wing, leans down, and bites. Not the most thought out thing, exactly - there is no thought of desecration, only divinity coming apart in his mouth, and unsurprisingly, it tastes like feathers. Until he yanks the flesh of it into his mouth, gagging a bit as the feathers hit the back of his throat but he digs his teeth into Heart’s flesh and hot blood runs down his throat and there’s his heartbeat, thrumming awfully fast. This all must be a pain for him, judging by the senseless squirm and shake of his wing, not that Soul cares. Soul is busy, drunk on consumption. Fulfilment. There is a clawing emptiness inside him where in humans a heart literal would lie, and in this moment, it is, finally, satisfied.

He cuts out and chews up a part of Heart’s flesh. It’s not about the taste, really, not about the iron almost bitter that spills into the hollow between his gums and cheek, it’s about chewing, the fullness, the harsh pulse, the softness of the feathers, the warmth that almost burns. And this is not cutting Heart open, but it is close, it is close, the workings of Heart’s divinity all there, and he can stick his tongue into the source of the blood and widen the wound and get salt, almost like tears. His tongue does not rival the dexterity of fingers, but somehow Soul doesn’t care. It’s almost animalistic - all of this is, as his teeth bloody, but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care. He opens up the flesh, carves pieces off, swallows, devours, ruins.

Slowly, as if waking up, he becomes aware of a pained whine.

Soul blinks, tears another chunk out of Heart’s flesh, swallows down feathers, imbibes divinity. He listens.

On a thought, he drinks Heart in, and leaves his wing mauled - damaged and hanging limply from his side, he looks like a true angel.

[sleep-escapes-me]

I'm gonna miss our little cottage though

i’m gonna miss our little cottage though

I’m gonna miss our little cottage though

i'm gonna miss our little cottage though

i'm gonna miss our little cottage though

[unopenablebox]

i can really tell when an academic has started trying to meet with vc firms about forming a company for the first time. because for a while afterward they’ll say things like, “you know, i never really appreciated how all the sentences you say have a clear and concrete referent. and the way you use verbs and nouns that describe particular events in the physical world"

[lightbulb-warning]

i used to freehand comics all the time as a child and since the part i liked was the drawing part i would just draw panel after panel because i didn't want to stop drawing to think about icky icky words, plus the story TOTALLY still made perfect sense! to me! and noone else, but 'whoooo caaaaares omgggg its not like comics and sequantial art are a communicative meeediummmm lmaoooooo'. i spent my entire childhood telling myself stuff like "oh pfft I know this story by heart- ill SIMPLY remember the dialogue and write it later" ...and. I can't help but admire baby maiora's (call that a minora ba tm tsk) fucking audacity? hubris? confident wrongness? kid couldn't even remember to finish the comics in the first place? INCREDIBLE levels of unearned self assurance, wish that were me, genuinely- what an icon!!! anyway i think i have forever cursed myself

[uraandri]

how is "the patriarchy has been denying gnc women the status of a woman just for daring to never wear skirts or never shave their arms (not even not shaving their legs) and still continues to do so for even the most minor of transgressions so calling even slightly gnc women trans coded is not the compliment you think it is" such an incomprehensible idea to tumblr users

[we-all-horny-here]

Sometimes I think abt interacting with the fandom more and then I get hit with a post massively misunderstanding my favorite character and it dies down instantly

Guys did u know, uhhhh, shipping Remus out of character, because he's bad and evil and unlikable and literally no one would ever put up with him because of that? everyone hate him? or just tolerate him?

[qqueenofhades]

🎶 Donald Trump is finally about to get charged with treason 🎶 it is a beautiful day in Americaaaaaa 🎶🎵🎶

[perditaiuventus]

last night at 3am i couldn’t sleep because i was consumed by thoughts of sexy cannibalism in ancient rome and now i’m staring at the weird text i wrote half-asleep and trying to figure out how to edit it properly