43 seconds. We got 43 seconds of footage and I’m losing my damn mind.

There is so much there.

The six shots of espresso and Aziraphale’s hopeful-concerned “does it calm you down” and Crowley’s “not really” said through his teeth, yes, excellent. Nina working out exactly how absurd the order is on her fingers, fantastic.

Both Crowley and Aziraphale are barely holding it together here. Something—different things—happened for both of them. Crowley needs calming down (thank you for looking out for your demon, Aziraphale). Aziraphale seems to be doing better at first but his composure gets absolutely shattered by Nina’s question about the naked man friend. Just. The way anxiety hits him, the way his breathing quickens, LOOK. He is about to hyperventilate. The panicked glance at Crowley, the attempts to explain. He is not. He is not my—

But he is not my friend has such a particular inverse meaning, doesn’t it. He is not my friend was only ever about Crowley. About whatever they have been all these centuries.

So Aziraphale grasps for well, he’s certainly not naked anymore. And just. Poor angel. His alarm, the desperate glances he keeps throwing at Crowley. Crowley’s raised eyebrow. Crowley doesn’t know about Gabriel, does he.

ALSO ALSO this is the first time Nina sees Crowley. She seems to know Mr. Fell, yes? So, Crowley and Aziraphale haven’t been strolling in the neighbourhood, haven’t had coffee together before this. Something happened. Must have done.

It’s now that Aziraphale has to introduce him. This is, um, Crowley. He and I….

AND THEN THE PAUSE. A pause into which centuries have been compressed, a pause overflowing with things unsaid.

…go back a long time, Aziraphale finishes, and listen listen there’s a break in his voice.

I wonder if he even admitted this before, aloud, within Crowley’s hearing.

I’m just. I. I’m going to go howl at the moon.

Me when Gear 5th Luffy

it's you! you're the constant!

I drew three of the same guy but if I do s0/dm I can make that 4 guys. If I add atem that's 5. I could go up to 6 if I lose my mind and try to give him a toei design. Or I could go toei>dm>dsod to get to six. I haven't watched the movie so I stay with my delusions. For now

if I can disconnect my head from my shoulders, I'll leave it with ya so that ya can do the thinkin' for me-

                                                                  "  -------   Eavesdropping in your Lieutenant's conversations, now, are we? It’d be an enjoyment receiving your head, Hirako. There's a garbage bin out back that'll absolutely love to meet you. “ It reeked like fetid manure.

So how'd he feel having to leave Min behind as they ran away from the Bloody Banquet? :O

i talked about it a little here but i have more thoughts to add so

It was really difficult to swallow. Because in addition to leaving her, he was already dealing with his emotions in regards to his friends staying behind to pave a way for their escape. I think it's easy to forget that there are people who have offered their lives to the WOL first and said people were the Scions during the banquet. If they wanted him, they should've just faced him. He'd be more or less willing to die just as much as his friends were, but what he was struggling to understand at that time was how necessary his survival was if they hoped to stand a chance.

There's a sense of finality in the farewells from his friends, not to mention. Papalymo, Yda, Thancred and Y'shtola. Each of them sounded confident in their decisions, that a reunion is possible, that they will eventually reconvene. They all wore a mask of absolute certainty as to not make it even harder for Minfilia and Meteor, but we all know that's not truly how it works. He felt that they were afraid, that this is not where they all wanted their lives to end. Sure he had only known them for a short time, but they were people he had come to care about.

He was supposed to escape with Minfilia, but instead he was made to leave alone. In my side of canon, him and Minfilia actually argued about it. He fought tooth and nail to not leave her behind. He tried to grab her arm and even threatened to carry her, but she would not be swayed. Hydaelyn needed her and he had to realize that there was no other way this could've ended. When she told him how significant his survival was, he had really come to loathe his mantle of being the Warrior of Light.

A part of him wanted to denounce it, knowing full well how much Eorzea needed him. That his wants and desires as a person could not be weighted when compared to the needs and lives of the greater whole. What stung the most was the part that he couldn't really deny her. That in spite of his anger, he dragged his foot to leave, to escape as he was told to do. Carrying the knowledge that his friends would die and this person, this person he had come to love following in their footsteps?

And then, what..? He was supposed to take refuge in a foreign land and be expected to know how to deal with himself? With the Sultana's blood in his hands... his friends'? MInfilia's? What's next? Haurchefant and Ysayle dying on him?

So, this build up into the creation of Fray. Of him developing a cynical view of the world, that the people around them are so fucking ungrateful for their deeds. That his friends have worked this hard and lost their lives in order to assure the safety of… masses that only know how to use each other and discard whoever's worthless to them. He gets better about this as seen in Dark Knight quests, but it was a very hurtful time for him and if it had gone wrong… he would've been consumed by his darkside entirely with no way of recovering from it.

i hate everything i write <3

morgan in three hours im not okay

sorry for no posts lately its calm before the storm

Remember that this is not the proof that they love each other

That was a last-ditch attempt from Crowley to get Aziraphale to stay

This is the proof that they love each other

Their love wasn't just made real because they kissed

It always existed

IM GOING TO PUNCH A HOLE IN SOMEONES CAR

Be furious.

Be absolutely enraged.

Images put together by wearthepeace on Instagram, found them here

this is such incredible advice for creating any kind of art i have to put it over here to remind myself

The Curse

Aka Hylia's favourite transmasc gets amnesia and forgets what periods are

❝ so i’m not allowed to give you a nickname? ❞

                               God of war: Ragnarok starters.

                     N icknames, personal sobriquets conceived by the heart, were attired in threads of intimacy that was progressively garnered  through  reliability and mutual acceptance.  - When both members were thoroughly comfortable with one another to an extent where barriers were thus effortlessly prodded earthward, permitting bare hands to graciously touch, heartily caress, internal vulnerabilities. - His interactions with them were not remotely deemed as close in terms of relationship.- Not since the adolescent had been promoted.- Replacing Kaien’s relative to whom they had firmly believed had passed until recent revelations; he had been alive all this time, living as a father in the world of the living.  -- Myriads of individuals’ adored pet names, terms of endearment, but he did not, for he considered them naught but demeaning words. Yet in spite of his interests, he always felt obligated to withstand those appointed to him by others, particularly by Hinamori, his childhood friend, who refuses to understand the aggravation Shiro-Chan produces within his soul - how it knifes and wrings his pride until it bleeds and compels him to resign in defeat- his longing of wanting her, wanting the world, to acknowledge him as a man wielding equated prominence as those ‘round his commanding standing - as Hitsugaya Toushiro, captain of the Tenth division. - It is because of those feelings, juvenile as they may be painted, they were nevertheless well-founded  - and the fissure splitting them in militia rankings-- that he bitterly scolds the lieutenant for accosting him wrongly sans initially acquiring a vocalized agreement. He wanted to be taken seriously - and such could not be feasible if his title was seldom utilized by indecorous officers. He ultimately scoffs, a result of perceiving the sulking expression adorning ‘gainst the latter’s foolish countenance, irately glancing rightward.

                “  ---------  It goes without saying that you are not, Shiba. If you                        cannot address me as Captain Hitsugaya, then do not waste my time. “

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