#closest thing to heaven

[acupofbritishearlgrey]

Tears for Fears - 'Closest Thing to Heaven' (2005), dir. Michael Palmieri

[mermaidinthecity]

Closest Thing To Heaven by Michelle Branch

[spencerslover-blog]

I just don't wanna miss you tonight and I don't want the world to see me 'cause I don't think that they'd understand, when everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am.

[average-hua-cheng-fan]

what did it do to hua cheng psychologically to keep killing qi rong i wonder. just cause he looks so similar to xie lian. maybe that's a part of why he hates qi rong so much.

[ants-personal]

personally i think bensons end goal was to show randy how to stand up for himself so that in the end (if the sheppard stuff didnt happen) randy would be the one to kill him

[yumaisbored]

before tgcf i was a non-religious man

[deep-neonn]

when you had a whole ass makeover but your brother didn't make it out alive

shoutouts to @rhytmrocket's au for giving me an idea :]]]

[randomly--accessed--memories]

Random scene idea: Niffty is having Angel, Husk, and Cherri over for dinner at her apartment in Heaven. Pentious is supposed to join them after his shift at the orientation center is done. Niffty's completely at ease, putting the finishing touches on the meal, when her phone starts ringing; it's Pentious calling. Niffty picks up, expecting to be told that he's running late, only to be hit with him babbling at a mile-a-minute about something– someone arriving in Heaven. She manages to make herself heard over his rambling and asks for him to back up– who's arrived? Niffty goes stock-still when she hears him say "Vox."

Niffty's scrambling now, trying to turn off the stove and find her shoes and get as much information out of Pen as possible. She tells him she's leaving now just as Angel and Husk enter the kitchen to see what all the commotion is about. Niffty frantically tells them that Vox has ascended (somehow) and is at the orientation center with Pentious. Husk and Angel express their shock as Cherri pokes her head in to see what's going on. Niffty finally finds everything she needs and straightens up, only to pause when her gaze falls upon Angel. Frantic and apologetic, she tells him she has to go. It's... he's the only other person who... she knows... she's sorry– Angel cuts her off. Calmly, he tells her to go; they'll do dinner another time. Niffty feels herself tearing up, but– no time. She rushes out the door to catch the first bus to the orientation center.

[victorluvsalice]

Merry Christmas Ace!

@ace-of-tales You asked for Aziraphale and Crowley from Good Omens visiting Secundus, as you thought Aziraphale in particular would like all the inventions there...and then I mentioned him getting a taste of the March Hare's tarts, and you were like "YES THAT." XD So here that is! Hope you like!

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“Oh, these – these are absolutely amazing! Crowley, you have to try some!”

Alice did her best to stifle a laugh as she watched one half of the newest pair at the tea table go to absolute town on the March Hare’s tarts. “I take it you’re pleased with the vittles on offer?” she commented, leaning on her elbow.

“I think it’s safe to say this is now his favorite part of our trip here,” Crowley replied, grinning at his partner over an untouched cup of tea. “Always been a bit weak for good food, haven’t you?”

Aziraphale shot him a playfully-scolding look. “It’s your fault,” he declared once his mouth was empty. “You’re the one who introduced me to it.”

“Yessss,” Crowley said, smirking back. “Best bit of temptation I ever did.”

Aziraphale chuckled. “I won’t argue with that.” He grinned over at the March Hare. “Genuinely, these are absolutely fantastic. I thought Jane Austen’s tarts were delectable, but these – ! Oh, you can simply taste the love.”

“I make every batch with as much love – and strawberries – as I can fit in them,” March said, beaming back and bouncing in his chair. “Delighted to hear they pass muster! Though not mustard. That’d be horrible.”

“It would,” Victor agreed with a little laugh.

“Oh, indeed – but instead, now you can tell everyone who comes by that your tarts are truly heavenly,” Richard added, giving March a nudge and a theatrical wink.

“Oh, I’m sure they’re much better than that,” Crowley said, picking up a tart and examining it. “You lot are a lot more – creative than Heaven or Hell. Part of the reason Aziraphale and I were so keen on sticking around on Earth – that and avoiding all the nonsense Upstairs and Down. Humans make some fascinating things, when they put their minds to it.”

“I’m a hare,” March pointed out, pulling up his ears for emphasis.

“I think he’s using ‘human’ to mean sapient creatures as a whole,” Alice said, patting his head. “After all, it doesn’t sound like they have anything like you, Dormy, or Cheshire where they come from.”

“Not that I’ve seen – our world is quite sadly lacking in intelligent animals with stupendous baking skills,” Aziraphale confirmed. “I don’t believe we have anyone quite like your ‘Touched’ either, which is a shame. Some of the inventions you have around here are fantastic – that clock tower, for instance, with the giant bird coming out of it on the hour. Most amusing!”

“Oh, Cuckoo Ben? That nearly scared the life out of me when I first heard it go off,” Victor admitted, grinning. “But it is funny, once you get used to it.”

“Me, I liked that motorized bicycle we saw the other day,” Crowley said, with a sharp-toothed grin. “The one that fellow was bragging could outrun any horse. Reminded me of the Bentley, the way he was zipping around. I could something like that while we’re in the city. Get us places a lot faster than that carriage we rented.”

“I’m – I’m rather content with the speed at which our horses move,” Aziraphale said, grinning nervously. “And that demonstration did end with the inventor going straight into a wall. I had to, ah, assist slightly in making sure he didn’t end up in the morgue.”

“I noticed – though I don’t know if you really had to,” Crowley pointed out. “Based on what we’ve heard, these folks could have just shocked him back again.” He frowned, turning his tart over in his hands. “Which – does feel like it should be causing more of a fuss on both our ends. Hell doesn’t like a sinner escaping.”

“And Heaven would be rather cross about the population going down,” Aziraphale agreed. “But I don’t know much about the local theology.”

“We’re still trying to figure that out ourselves,” Richard told them. “The recently undeceased don’t tend to remember much about their time on the other side. What little we’ve gotten out of them makes it sound like everybody gets chucked into a waiting room first.”

“Mmm – meaning the local versions of Heaven and Hell might have already compensated for our propensity for bring people back to life by not letting anyone in until they’re sure they’re dead,” Alice added.

“Maybe,” Crowley shrugged, and took an experimental bite of tart. “Not like I’m going to – oh.”

He stopped, blinking behind his sunglasses. “Oh wow,” he continued, sounding lightly stunned. “This is good.”

“What did I tell you?” Aziraphale chuckled. “Congratulations Mr. Hare – you’ve won over the agents of both Heaven and Hell with your cookery.”

“Excellent – though it does feel like those should cancel each other out,” March noted, rubbing his chin. “Guess we won’t know until I die, though! And get past the waiting room.”

“Which hopefully won’t be for a long, long time,” Alice said, patting his head. “Anyway – is there anything else you two wanted to see while you’re visiting?

“Well...” Aziraphale grinned. “I did hear something about a restaurant where the food literally rains down from the sky...”

[suusoh]

the word "reverent" so sexxyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

[fandaniel]

playing melee dps while chatting with friends and mentality clocking out

[cruelprincae]

to be frank with you, this is the most bull thing I've ever read in my entire life.

[shiftperception]

trying so many words with the oc/tulpa esque whatever gang to not appropriate real life plural terminology that i know can’t be meant for our ‘made an imaginary guys network on purpose’ situation. who’s piloting, who’s on main, who’s p1.

and finally, the most blursed one yet that I’ll never unhear, who’s on first

[ssolessurvivor]

xx for @walkitoffrogers

"Of course I can stay." It came from his lips without any hesitation. He understood what Steve was going through. Though the amount of fear they felt would be different, he knew what it felt like to be alone through it all. And it didn't help. Not at all. So Logan made his way over to sit beside Steve on the edge of the bed in the guest room, his own sleep, or the theory of it truly, was forgotten. He didn't need it, not tonight at least.

"Do you want to talk about it?" The question was loaded, but everyone was different. Some it helped, others it hindered. He didn't know quite yet who Steve was in that instance. Hands rested easily in his sweats clad lap, thumbs twiddling to keep from running his fingers through his hair. "If there's anything I can do, let me know." He chuckles then, a soft smile on his lips as he peeks over at the other. "Maybe I should get you a white noise machine."

Logan couldn't help but wonder, in a perhaps rude manner, what had startled Steve so badly. Logan hadn't been sleeping but sat out in the living room reading, when he'd heard a soft commotion. A curious soul and a knock on the door later, here they were. He wouldn't push for more though, not until Steve got whatever he needed most in this moment.

[magpigment]

the closest i’ll ever get to heaven is in the backseat of a car at night.

the rain on the windows blurred the lines between the earth and the divine. the traffic lights lit up the raindrops on the windshield like stars, countless and radiant.

the street signs were like angels, the way they glowed hot and neon in the headlights. the windshield wipers sang a hymn in their rhythmic thumping, and the death and birth of stars felt like bearing witness to the dawn of creation and the end of all things in an endless cycle.

i could hardly blink for the beauty of it was blinding. every run down steel shack on the side of the road, or the traffic cones lining the streets like guards, or the trees reaching for the heavens around us felt like a blessing, painted anew in the wash of water pouring down from the sky, a baptism of the purest kind.

the reflective markers in the middle of the road shone like novas, or like moon stones, or like grace, guiding me home.

i witlessly follow, moving motionlessly in the back of that car. it was devastating in its entirety, in the holiness of that hope.

that’s the closest i’ll ever get to heaven.

that’s the closest i’ll ever get to home.

[deathinfeathers-a]

//I love that you guys have enough faith in Lute to assume she doesn't actually enjoy the ghastly shit that she does...and I hate to tell you that that faith is toootally misplaced.