#the queen of nightingales

[aleah-stanbridge-dedicated]

[freshly-squeeze]

[allelitewrestlings]

[orange-catsidy]

[the-kipsabian]

X // X

[littlemagicalstardust]

The Conglomeration's Willow Nightingale has officially joined the NYWC Wrestling Hall of Fame!

Photo Credits: mallyonthecamera_7 (IG)

[thatannoyinggoose]

It starts off so sombre and bittersweet. The nightingale singing and flying through the air. And then its song is abruptly cut off as the Bentley comes speeding down the road and hits it full speed. The music quickly transitions into something like Hammer To Fall by Queen, blasting full volume, drowning out any other sounds. The shot transitions to Crowley in the Bentley either crying or looking extremely angry. He definitely nearly crashes into someone.

(please somebody draw this)

[buckyatemyplums]

aziraphale and crowley as bicycles i saw on my college campus

[nightingalewithavoiceoflonging]

❤️ Queen Guinevere Pendragon ✨

[freshly-squeeze]

[phoebe-of-ivalice]

𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕄𝕖𝕟 𝕋𝕖𝕝𝕝 ℕ𝕠 𝕋𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕤

Me? Excited for a possible corsair class? Why would you ever think that?!

[wrengrif]

It's not as much a need...

As it is the deepest desire of my soul to have a power ballad playing over the scene where Crowley and Aziraphale are re-united again. Like not bitchy-petty 'They're not talking' but BIG reunion scene. The one where they remember they are the loves of each other's lives and someone almost DIED-died and someone else got taken and Here We Are, Episode 5 and things have gone to ... Hell? Heaven? Ohio? One of these.

Not just any power ballad though. I'm talking Celine Dion levels of Power Ballad. That moment - that powerful moment when they look at each other from across .... something, some kind of distance - battle - empty British road - Alpha Centuri. Whatever.

The music begins as their eyes lock. Aziraphale starts to tear up, because why wouldn't he, and he starts stumbling towards Crowley. Pushing things - people - angels - demons - zombies - out of his way.

Then we cut to Crowley who pulls off his glasses d r a m a t i cally and starts to walk towards Aziraphale, just mouthing 'Angel' softly and then louder and louder until he's SCREAMING it as the music POUNDS out.

Crowley starts to run and shove --- I dunno, whatever is stopping him. More zombies, probably. Aziraphale lets out a tearful 'CROWLEY!' and they crash into one another and it's all LIMBS and CYMBALS and someone's SINGING 'It's all coming back to me now!' (Celine, naturally) and they just HUG It OUT while the ballad just shakes us all to the CORE. They can kiss. Like. It's cool. It's not like I want them making out on my screen while the ballad croons to it's finish - who am I kidding THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I DESIRE.

Cue six months later and we're all still watching that scene over and over again, wailing our tears of joy as we sing along brokenly.

And it's not romantic. It's goddamned therapeutic.

... no one tell neil. he must not change this to benny hill circus clown music. he'd do it.

[beebopboom]

Queen songs that are absolutely going through their heads during the final 15

Aziraphale,

Crowley,

and that’s how it all went wrong

[laurasimonsdaughter]

Images from Andersen’s literary fairy tales that have been burned into my mind since childhood:

The swindlers in The Emperor’s New Clothes stuffing their pockets full of the fine silk and gold thread they were meant to be weaving with

The witch combing the memories out of Gerda’s hair with her golden comb in The Snow Queen

The little bird in The Nightingale singing so beautifully of the silent churchyard, which is like a garden with evergreen grass, elder trees and white roses watered by the tears of those left behind, that Death himself becomes homesick and leaves the dying emperor be

The prince in The Little Mermaid having a page’s outfit made for “his little foundling”, besides her silk dresses, so she can go horseback riding in the woods with him

Little Thumbelina sleeping in a polished walnut shell, on a mattress of violets, under a rose petal blanket

Andersen’s fairy tales are full of guilt, cruelty and suffering, and I tend to prefer the retold or abbreviated versions to his originals, but in between the troubles they are so charming