#we are back

[talesfromthecrypts]

Well... some of you may have figured out we're not home yet, we're only half way there.

Alien (1979) dir. Ridley Scott

[jeena-says-hi]

THEY MAKE ME UNWELL

[r3al-b1n4ry]

Get your tickets here

[actual-changeling]

i am having a time y'all, my brain is chewing on that one fucking sentence like a dog on a bone, so have some hurt/comfort with a nice dose of angst.

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They aren't talking.

It isn't impossible, even with Aziraphale back in heaven and Crowley in his lonely flat in Mayfair—nothing is impossible, not when they're together—and yet that is the problem, isn't it?

They aren't together. They aren't talking. They could.

Crowley thought about it, although there is little else he thinks about these days. Maybe if he had said more, chosen better words, kissed him earlier, run after him, pulled him back—

Maybe then he'd still be here. Maybe then he wouldn't be alone.

It is the emptiness weighing him down, the silence ringing in his ears, and how does he admit to himself that he misses his voice? His soft words, the stretch of his smile, the speeches about Hamlet and book restoration, about newly discovered cafés and ancient dishes long gone.

Aziraphale had lulled him to sleep more times than Crowley could count, a warm blanket wrapping around his curled-up body on the sofa, sprawling and moving, then calmed by his voice.

They aren't talking, and Crowley can't sleep.

He hears him in his dreams whenever he does, but it isn't his voice. It is twisted, warped, wrong, tainted by the acrid burn of bleach on his tongue, the meaning lost in the hollows where emotions should sit.

Days blur into each other, viscous and opaque, molasses trickling through an hourglass.

Sometimes he is scared he will forget how he sounds.

Sometimes he begs and pleads with his own mind to erase every memory of it, every 'I forgive you', every 'we're not friends', every endearment, every single time he said his name.

They aren't talking, and maybe that's for the better.

He said too much again, didn't he? Always talking too much, spilling the wrong secrets held tight to his chest, asking questions no one wants to answer.

So, after weeks of uninterrupted quiet, he simply stops. Crowley's mouth stays shut, his words chewed up and swallowed, and—on unpleasant occasions—thrown up. There are a myriad of things he wants to say, but there is no one left who might be willing to listen, not anymore.

Maybe there had never been someone to begin with.

They aren't talking. The world is about to end.

Aziraphale reaches for his hand, and he lets him, his fingertips cold, his pulse too quick.

"Crowley," he breathes, tender, reverent, a name said simply so it has been spoken, so it is real.

Crowley does not want to talk—not now, not yet, not when he can practically taste blood and ash on his tongue. With a gentle tug, he frees his hand from his grasp and pulls him into a hug instead.

They aren't talking, so he buries his face in the crook of his neck and breathes, holding and being held, and the haunting silence dissipates. Words are superfluous when there is the sound of his heartbeat, his trembling breaths, their clothes rustling as the embrace grows tighter and tighter.

They aren't talking, but they don't need to, not when Aziraphale cups his face and presses their foreheads together, not when Crowley slides his palm around the back of his neck and nudges their lips together just so.

They are talking—every gasp a word, every touch a phrase, every tear an apology and a promise at once.

They are talking, they aren't talking, they still love—violently, desperately—and the world does not end.

[7nsomnia]

Dreamcatcher 'JUSTICE'

[rainyfroggy]

things are going better

[abyss55199794]

taking ur boyf out for a nap when he can't sleep

[agentoutofdiaz]

Eddie Diaz → 9-1-1 ⤳  7.01 "abandon 'ships"

[balkanradfem]

I've gotten several asks about sending me money, or a laptop, so it's time that I reveal to you, a situation, that's been going on without your knowledge, because I kept it a secret.

So a while ago, while my laptop was breaking down and had to be glued together every week, I got a message from a woman on tumblr, telling me that she could send me a second-hand laptop, so I wouldn't have to glue mine together. I naturally rejected immediately, because it was too much of a gift, and I wouldn't be able to repay it.

But then, I spent the rest of the day thinking that it might have been a bad decision, because my laptop would be dead soon, and I had no funds to get another one, and it wasn't like I was offered money, I hate money, but I don't hate a second hand laptop. I kept thinking back on it and wishing I acted differently. So I went back to the conversation, and the woman reassured me that it wouldn't take anything away from anyone, she's a part of a charitable organization that donates used electronics and chose me to take part in a pilot scheme, because she liked my blog. I was slightly concerned that it might have been a scam because it sounded too good to be true, but the woman shared more information about it, it looked real, and my gut feeling was saying yes this is real, however unbeliveable, there might be someone out there so kind they would make sure you have access to your tumblr blog.

So I accepted the laptop. It was nerve wrecking because all my friends told me it was a scam, and the customs took hold of it and held it hostage and made it their business to tax gifted items, and while this was happening, my old laptop died, and of course I complained about it on tumblr because thats what tumblrinas do.

But, the laptop got to me. It arrived yesterday. And it works. And I love it. I'm back to having access to tumblr!

Now I'm not saying you should all accept that people on the internet wanting to send you stuff are genuine, or giving them your private information so they could send you stuff, that is... a risky situation, and in this one case,,,, it worked out,,,, in my favour. I am unbeliveably grateful for the laptop and it's the best thing ever. It's an unbeliveable story to tell, nobody believes me this happened, and I'm just over the moon over having a functional laptop. It's all in one piece! I don't have to ductape anything! The battery works! The graphics look amazing! It doesn't shut down randomly! It doesn't have parts dangling off the side! The screen can be tilted at any angle and it doesn't fall down! I can play stardew valley on it! The woman even wrote me a handwritten letter and I swooned over it.

I'm lucky to be so adored by tumblr that I'm able to get something incredible like this, only because all of you women are genuinely kind and care about having me around. Thank you for enabling this blog!

[yannaryartside]

I am pretty sure that this scene

is a parallel of this scene

There are plenty of negative and positive elements in it, but the two scenes are basically identical in nature.

Step 1: the staff is having difficulty adjusting to a new regimen and performance requirement

Step 2: Sydney guides a particular staff member (Debra in s1 and Tina in s3) through a complicated culinary process (the count in s1 and the recipe in s3).

Step 3: Carmy STARES

Sydneys defiance

In both scenarios, Sydney goes through the process with patience and care despite her own exhaustion and frustration, particularly with Carmy.

In both scenarios, Carmy seems to be impressed by that. Hence the way he hooks at her.

The negative element here is that in both scenes, Sydney is doing what she is doing despite Carmy; in the scene with Ebra in s1, Carmy thinks she is mad at him, and in s3, Sydney is directly confronting Carmy and (almost) disobeying an order. Both scenes serve to establish Sydney as the true leader of the kitchen, not inspired by Carmy but despite him.

And Carmy also seems to feel some type of way about that. In the scene in S1, right after, Carmy starts to pressure the staff to keep the tempo, which kind of feels like him trying to establish himself as the one who was actually in control.

I dont think this is Carmy resenting Syd, but maybe feeling bad that he cannot contribute something positive to her, in s1 that seems to feel increased because her dismissal of his apology.

in s3, right after Sydney helps Tina, you can see them lock eyes, and Carmy almost seems frustrated, like he wants to say to Syd, "Why did you do that? or "I don't like the fact that you dismissed me"

Again, I think this is more about him wanting to feel like the hero of the situation and his frustration with the fact that he is doing it all wrong and Syd has to take the lead, but also a part of him admires and recognizes something else...

Syd is taking the system that made Carmy (the chaos in s1 and the abuse in s3) and taking a step back on making sure no one is left behind.

first gif by @shamixlour. The rest from @thoughtfulchaos773, also credits to them because they clocked them showing Sydney’s paciente in s3.

[talesfromthecrypts]

What's worse than a nightmare? If your soul's projecting out its fears, at least it's up and running. But the absence of anything? The void. The nothing.

Interview With the Vampire (2022- ) 2.01 "What Can the Damned Really Say to the Damned"

[bucktommyverse]

WE ARE SO BACK!!!! 🥺🙌🙌

[sweeneydino]

"Just picked up on some stuff from your brother ". Got me think, if my pet suddenly became sentient and could vocalise, that would be a nightmare cause they know my dark secrets cause I speak to them when I'm alone as if they could understand. Spike could've blackmailed poor Raph to some extent so that he could approve of his new name, at least the 'Titan' part.

He'd tease him now and again, and might have dangled the idea of blackmail around, but he'd never cross the line, especially if it stresses Raph out.

He's a peepaw at heart even if his body isn't lol

[swan2swan]

Guess what time it is again

[ttwkyasks]

ttwky #16 — advanced cataplexy disorder (pt. 1)