#awkward metaphors and all | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

calnexin · 1 year

Note

OUUUGGHG LOVE THAT FOR ALINA. i always forget that sidestep's self is added onto by the AI so its like. OUUGGH. anyways love alina so if u have any more thoughts on her.. hehe

There is nothing wrong with her she is normal

Before dying she was a friendly little weirdo, but her mannerisms were still a bit robotic and she was a little too intense at times to really be approachable. Her quirks made her peculiar to most people, and endearing to some. I imagine her as kinda shy and reserved back in the day, when she was more of a blank slate and not quite sure what her place in the world is. Overall: socially awkward, can be intense and a bit hard to talk to, but sweet in her own way. Quirky 😙 She was slowly easing into being human; by the time of heartbreak she had even started cracking shitty jokes 😌

After coming back from the dead, she acts more “human” in many ways - notably, she’s learned how to be an asshole…! She carries herself with more bravado and confidence that’s initially faked but gradually becomes real. During the time between her 2nd Farm escape and the beginning of Rebirth, Alina threw all her effort into conditioning herself and practicing to act like a “real human”, effectively changing or burying all the traits that set her apart before. Truly a rebirth! She reaaally doesn’t wanna get caught again

The biggest change would be her boldness in social situations. While she might seem much more at ease talking to people now, she's really just better at hiding her discomfort. Nobody comments on the change in demeanour because they assume that the increase in assertiveness/confidence is a good thing - best not to jinx it! She’s just come out of her shell a little, that’s it.

She’s still blunt and insensitive at times, but what’s important is that she learned how to be a really good liar! So good that she does it without noticing; everything she does is to deter suspicion. She makes jokes and teases to diffuse the situation when needed, she puts herself in the role of a washed-up hero past her prime to appear nonthreatening, she dresses a bit goofy and is laid back, showing little of the intensity she carried before. Ain’t no way she’s the newest villain currently beating up the rangers on live television 😙

#fallen hero #FHR #sidestep #asks #Tbh this whole thing was a shitty metaphor for overcoming social awkwardness/being seen as weird as a teenager -#- by brute force changing how you present yourself. I’m projecting only a little #thanks for the ask! <3 #also thanks if you read all that #alina can have a little backstory development. as a treat #c draws #alina

102 notes · View notes

rotzaprachim · 6 months

Text

I’ll defend the end of rogue one to my dying day as good narrative storytelling BUT it is retroactively noticeable that it killed off the most notable canon concentration camp survivors (cassian, jyn, and melshi) and therefor literally killed off one of the darkest canon recognitions of fascism, therefor also avoiding the ethical questions of imperfect survivors rather than peaceful corpses

#Tw concentration camps #Tw Shoah #Like sw as a narrrwirce doesn’t *have* to come back to that because the canon survivors are now dead #And idk obviously I’ve been thinking about inconvenient survivors versus peaceful corpses a lot #The fact sw never made itself seriously think about what would happen to men like cassian and their children and grandchildren #After the war feels really significant in a way #Jandor #אנדור #Like idk not to metaphorize but it means cassian never had to go back to niamos and then live #Next to that one stormtrooper who arrested him and threw him in the court #Never had to like. Share awkward lunch with that one guy for the rest of his life #And all those uh uncomfortable experiences

29 notes · View notes

theriverbeyond · 2 years

Text

random thoughts after second watch of Everything Everywhere All At Once:

i love that the alt life skills/jumping paths are activated when you do something silly and weird. because that's how LIFE is -- so WHAT if you didnt choose to be a kung fu master or a hibachi chef or a singer or a gymnast or a sign spinner in this life. if you decide you want to do those things now, it's never too late!! if you want those skills you can get them, you can LEARN!! you just have to be willing to look foolish and silly, break your own status quo and do something weird and new and sometimes deeply uncomfortable and sometimes painful and be willing to be percieved doing all that!!

Jobu Tobaki (Tupaki?) wearing her ridiculous and amazing and over the top outfits in every scene feels like an externalization of the "i feel like i am too much and no one will understand me or be able to love me because I am too much". and i think that's how Joy feels, deeply, and Jobu Tubati IS Joy, and there's this whole nilism/depression/despair/helplessness/overwhelming looking through every universe because she just wants a mother who can see all she is and not run away. and then when she finds one, SHE runs away!! god. screaming and crying and throwing up. etc.

and there's this whole layer of like, allowing people to love you. because Joy/Jobu rejects that love until the very end where she reaches BACK, she chooses to accept the love that Evelyn is giving her. even though it isn't perfect. because you are still loved in such an absolute and unconditional way, that that love transcends this universe into every universe into every life, it is so virulant a love that it is capable of infecting universes without life at all. and you are allowed to accept it and allow yourself to be loved. and there's this whole feeling i am having trouble describing of the experience of growing up and realizing your parents did not love you in the all the ways that you needed, when you were a child, and how that hurt you, but they still loved you, and they love you now, and you can decide to reject it and walk away but you can also accept their love. because as an adult you have the agency and power you didn't have as a child and you also have the choice. to feel loved, to see the love. and it doesnt erase all the trauma and pain of a childhood starving for the exact type of love&care you really needed, but it feels very much like Joy is allowing herself to hold this duality of her Mother and the duality of the love she has recieved, as both existing without either aspect invalidating the other. there's a lot going on here. the absolutely gorgeous way this movie portrayed the complexity of relationships makes me want to eat sand.

#eeaao #everything everywhere all at once #txt #not tlt lmao #first point struck me so hard i felt winded like. this is a bald faced in your face metaphor for TRYING NEW THINGS as an adult #when i first started fencing i BASICALLY felt as silly and awkward as if i had eaten chapstick or started photocopying my ass in public #you are never too old you are allowed to learn you are allowed to be percieved learning #you just have to be WILLING to pay the PRICE of looking like a FOOL!!!#because if you preserve you will be able to do the skill. this is a good movie my new favorite movie in fact #truly one of the most therapy movies of all time as well.

193 notes · View notes

chromaji · 21 days

Text

maybe i will become the CEO of Gloucester UO

#absolutely not confident enough to start WRITING pre-established uo characters yet but i'll at least keep drawing him #he is extremely cute and awkward in a way i wasnt expecting. his expression in his splash art... perfect 10/10 #scowling but not actually intimidating he's just kinda >:(#alao he's a reserved dark-skinned nobleman in a very 'ye olden days' inspired game setting #so he was metaphorically fighting for his life to get all that.#and also be an absolute banger of a unit. doom knights fucking slap #'whole life ahead of me' WRONG. VENGEANCE + DARK FLAME + DEMON PACT + POWER BELT

3 notes · View notes

vaugarde · 2 years

Text

something about the way mlp g4′s main cast is crafted is just so satisfying to me. like it starts as 2 unicorns, 2 pegasi, and 2 earth ponies. and then a few of them share similar colors, like fluttershy’s mane and pinkie pie’s fur. and then the cmc follow the same thing where its one of each pony category AND they’re all sisters of the mane six. and then you have like the alternative “six”’s with the young six and starswirls whatever who i think arent done as well and the young six really needed more to do but i love the young six in concept

#i honestly cant tell whether i dislike or love sandbar being the most boring character of the young six tho #bc on one hand. yeah its funny as hell and i think the other 5 deserve the attention more #but then its like whys he even there at all #echoed voice #young six shouldve been primed to be equestria's new main defenders or something #but instead theyre just kinda part of the really clumsy and awkward xenophobia metaphor which was well meaning but weird?#im sorry but ''the other nations clearly dont know what love and friendship is so we need to educate them'' is. uncomfortable #im off my original topic ANYWAYS i like the idea and tbh itd be even better if the mane 6 were all different species #like fluttershy being a breezie and pinkie pie being a crystal pony

8 notes · View notes

mishkakagehishka · 1 year

Text

You tell a Dalmatian to come up with a metaphor and she compares people on the street judging you to a fishmarket wyd

#i'm likely gonna delete this part or at least come up with a diff metaphor bc it's too awkward but #i want you all to appreciate that my first thought was ''right. like fish.''

5 notes · View notes

ciderjacks · 1 year

Text

I don’t think Ralsei is Asriel but he obviously has something to do with him. Also we’re all on the same page that Ralsei is from the light world right. Right.

#Whatever im just hoping it’s not canon that he’s asriel bc im lowkey a huge kralsei fan and them being related would make that. awkward.#Or even worse if hes not real at all. That would destroy ofi nation imgonna be real. I’d be unironically mad #Please gawd ralsei dont be a metaphor…

1 note · View note

clitfisto · 2 years

Text

me putting the worst songs in the world on my hdb playlist because the lyrics line up and theres one bit that would be really satisfying to scream while drunk at 2am

#perpetual mild illness being an awkward song with weird instrumentation that i dont really like <<<<#I KNOW IVE GOT LUNGS CAUSE THEY ACHE A BIT I KNOW IM MEANT TO BE AN ARTIST CAUSE I FEEL LIKE SHIT ALL THE TIME #especially with lungs being a symbol of love ingame so it gets this funky little metaphorical level like.#its too good to not add. wish i liked listening to it.

4 notes · View notes

pagesofkenna · 3 months

Text

my four favorite character categories as represented by the Skyjacks PCs. does this make sense?? am I making this make sense??

(also Orimar supremacy)

#i think I could make a strong case for jonnit as a Sharpshooter as well but these categories fluctuate and are based on vibes lol #also i had to stop and think when i realized travis - the literal shapeshifter! - is NOT in the Werewolf category?? lmao tbh #i could also make a case for gable to not be in the Ghost category but i think its fitting that they're ALL Ghosts. i have a Type #ok so. all categories are both literal and metaphorical #scientists are intelligence characters but also those who are complex thinkers and/or are awkward or socially challenged #sharpshooters are literal (skilled ranged attackers) but also singleminded and brutal melee combatants (crossover with werewolf)#and metaphorically are characters who have intense focus or keep to themselves or wall their hearts/have a troubled history they hide #werewolves are brutal and blunt fierce and powerful as well as those who are treated as 'too much'#ghosts are anyone with a connection to Death but also anyone forgotten or left behind. ignored children or overlooked pacifists #obviously theres many a character who'd fit one or more of these categories and wont end up being my Favorite character from their media #but practically every character who fits at least one of these categories will be a Well Liked character #(and whether or not i think a character fits a category is generally based on my vibes too i guess lmao)

1 note · View note

deathbyworm · 4 months

Text

why is looking back at old-but-in-a-recent-way art SO

like. I looked at something I drew a month ago. I was so harsh on myself at the time. I abandoned it to the never-posting folder, but it's good! it's a fun pose, the outfit is cute, the line art is nicely done! It's a solid piece of work!

I found a video of me singing from like 6 months ago. Originally I was gonna send it to one of my friends that had told me before she enjoyed my singing, but I never did because I didn't feel confident enough in it. But its incredible!! I hadn't sung that song in ages, but I hit the notes! I held a really nice vibrato! It sounds so pretty! I wish I'd recorded my face with it, rather than a black screen, because I'd upload it youtube if I had! I still might upload it! I'm proud of it!

And I was so mean to myself over these! I put so much love into these, and I was so mean to myself! I spent so long focusing on all the worst bits and the bits that could be better, I couldn't even acknowledge that I'd made something SO COOL and it's just. upsetting. I didn't need to feel bad or self-conscious or anything! It was fine! I was fine! I was just overly harsh on myself for no reason!

#and now I'm looking at things I made this week #and it's like #does this actually suck?? or am i just being mean to myself??#when I look at this in a month or two am I still gonna notice the awkward tangent line?? the clunky repetition??#or am I gonna be noticing all the best bits again #am i gonna be like 'wow! I forgot how much work I put into those curls #and it shows!'#'That's a really cool metaphor for what I was trying to write #I executed it well'#and why can't i focus on those things now??#why can't i be nice about it now???#the curls are drawn the same. the metaphor is the same.#can't i be proud of myself now too #personal #idk this is just a sleep deprived rant. ignore it #i really am proud of that singing video though #i lost my voice a while ago and im still trying to get back to hitting those notes properly #it was sung on my dads fancy mic and amp too with cool reverb settings and stuff

1 note · View note

ghouljams · 4 months

Text

The thing is Ghost would be proud to be yours. Proud that you've got a metaphoric collar on him. He'll never get used to it, but he sure as hell loves the feeling of it. Loves coming when you call, loves standing beside you, loves that you're always there when he reaches for you. He's awkward with it sometimes, doesn't have the right script, the right cards to play, but you never seem to mind. He loves you all the more for it.

Call him a dog, call him whipped, call him whatever you want. You're his, and he's yours and that's all that matters. He doesn't want to feel like his father when he's with you, doesn't want to ever make you walk on eggshells. If that means wearing your collar he'll do it, he'd do anything for you. He'll be your dog if that's what he needs to be to love you and keep loving you.

That's not to say he's a doormat, he has teeth, he just doesn't bare them for you. He's still dry and sarcastic, still hauls you over his shoulder when you start arguing with someone bigger than you, still sets you over his lap, still fucks you hard and deep until you're sobbing his name. But if you stop by base to drop off lunch and let a "good boy" slip he wears it with pride.

He is a good boy. He's your good boy.

#cod x reader #x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #simon riley cod #simon riley #simon riley x reader #ghost cod #ghost mwii

5K notes · View notes

angelcloves · 1 year

Text

IVE ONLY WRITTEN ONE LILITH REQUEST????????????

#im writing her in burning bridges and i was wondering why i felt kind of awkward with her #characters are like swords i guess #each one has a different feel and even if you have a lot of experience holding one they all have their little quirks and differences #and you have to account for the metaphorical changes in center of mass when you write a new one

0 notes

bambiesfics · 2 months

Text

Cock in a Gloryhole - Ellie x reader

𝜗𝜚 Author’s notes ✦ public sex, reader deepthroating Ellie’s cock (strap-on), Ellie cums untouched, Ellie yearns for readers lips, very hyper-sexual descriptions. Ellie’s strap is almost exclusively referred to as a cock/dick/etc, pining, missed connection. This is a filthy fic.

Ellie’s a slutty gay and very judgmental.

!!! [please help palestine] !!!

kisses u. ⋆ 𝜗𝜚 ˚⟡.

Ellie slid her converse off of the toilet handle. The brazen girl fished for her pants’ zipper. She held her cock in one hand, and fought with the zipper with the other. The cheap metal wasn’t fastening over the straps on her hips, it was catching on her harness. “Jesus fuck. Now? Seriously?”

She rolled her eyes and smoothed her bangs down. After a few beats, the bored brunette circled the stall, then slumping against the chipped navy door. Cock in hand, balls barely zipped up. She chuckled to herself, there was probably some stupid fucking metaphor for that out there somehwere. She wasn’t going to step out like that, with the veins of her dick saying “hi” over her half zipped pants? Fuck. No. It wasn’t in the cards. But the zip wasn’t budging. Ellie felt a scowl forming; The kid was pissed. She didn’t have time for this, not now. Not when there was a gorgeous service teller at the center that she’d been mentally undressing for the better part of her visit. A woman who belonged on her knees, in front of Ellie. A woman with the perfect mouth to suck dick clean. Ellie toe’d her converses on the dirty grout lines hatch marked across the tile floor. The repetition of it lulled her into a meditation as she contemplated how to escape this awkward mess she somehow tripped headfirst into. Getting into awkward shit like this was her forté, but the benefits of packing far outweighed the headaches.

The stall next to her swung open, the clacking heels were rhythmic and sharp. Feminine little steps. A woman sat down, and did her business as she hummed. Ellie scaled her eyes along the bathroom wall that separated her and the lady. The wall was grotty. Old and well worn from years of servicing and decades of business. The maintenance was abysmal on its best day, and it made for a pleasant surprise when Ellie’s eyes zero’d in on the hole carved out haphazardly. There were still pieces of drywall sticking out past the lament of duck tape all around the hole. Ellie chuckled grimily, just high enough that the woman paused her rustling once the realization that she wasn’t alone had settled. The prick-fucking developers who were responsible for this project definitely forgot to remodel this bathrooms stalls’ when they added a new male bathroom to the bottom floor of the building. The little glory hole had a glaring missing chunk of ‘wall’ from its separation of the two stalls, and it’d had that for years from the looks of it. It had a bunch of old thin splinters of amber oak and drywall sticking out. The eyesore pointed to the empty hole like a pair of flashing neon arrows pointing to a seedy Las Vegas strip club.

Ellie doubted it got used much, if at all. If any of the prissy women who sat down to release themselves understood why there was a giant fucking hole the size of a two baseballs stacked vertically in their bathroom stall. Nah, Ellie mused. They definitely just kept their gaze straight ahead if they noticed anything amiss. A prim attempt at respecting the other woman’s privacy. Except, the irony was in the fact that, the point of that hole carved in the wall, the hole yelling “FUCK ME,” was to trample all over another stranger’s privacy. To proclaim yourself a king with a heavy cock and see if they’d submit to it.

Ellie stroked her cock, squeezing the base then working her way to the tip, warming it up in her hands. She unzipped the rest of her pants, and let the balls spring free. The balls dropped a little past the zipper, it took the edge off the pressure in her leather jeans. Mmm, now this felt right.

She took a tentative step forward, debating her next step. But then she rolled her anxiety off her back. Undulating those fast twitch muscles that lined her back to stretch and warm, to relax. It wasn’t that serious. Call it “part of the plot,” call it whatever you want. But what Ellie wanted to do was going to be insanely amusing. She needed the amusement if she was gonna be stuck here until her zipper decided to cooperate. Ellie’s converses padded to the wall, it’s toe box lined up with the bottom of it. Nosing against the edge. She lined up her cock with the glory hole and slowly fed the hole inches of her cock, until she bottomed out and her balls were trapped between her hairy pelvis and the wall. She held her breath. Her palms scaled the wall. The woman on the other side gasped, Ellie could only imagine how she clutched her hand to her chest and scrambled to pull her bag up over her shoulder. Ready to run to building security and report the “creep” in the ladies bathroom stall. The creep was Elizabeth “I <3 pussy” Williams with her cock fucking a glory hole. This would make for a hilarious prank to joke about with Jessie later. Jesse would think Ellie was bustin’ his balls, making up some new lie to fuck with his head. And she’d revel in the way his face would drain of colour once he realized she wasn’t.

Ellie grasped the base of her cock and lifted it up a little bit, practically taunting “yoohoo!” With the motion. Letting her heavy shaft say “hi” to the poor woman who was facing it head-on. She grinned again, and prepared herself to tuck her dick back in her pants like a good boy and behave.

But then she heard clothes rustling, and the tug she felt on her harness made her eyes fly open. Her heart rate picked up. Blood was rushing in Ellie’s head. She didn’t actually expect a sweet lady to open up her lips and suck her off. But the eager lips on the other side, started sucking her cockhead before she could process it. The woman bubbled saliva onto Ellie’s tip to aid in the lubrication. Then the lady sucked Ellie’s fat cock in all the way to the hilt, until her nose bumped the soft skin shove Ellie’s groin. All that could be seen were puffy red lips and the tip of the girl's nose. But it made Ellie fucking sprung. Her mind was clouded with raging lust as the moans of “…fuck baby..” whimpered from Ellie’s lips. The rest of the sentence would’ve concluded with “…I didn’t expect you to actually blow me.” If Ellie could think straight.

The girl on the other side of the stall was enthusiastic to have cock in her mouth. She was sucking up and down Ellie’s full length. Using her sloppy saliva to help her lips slide up and down the length. Ellie shoved her pelvis into the wall until both of her hip bones were bruised and beat grinding against the wall. She was greedy to feel more suction. Ellie’s chubby cock had a puffy head, and a fat veiny shaft. Her cock was the color of obsidian, just like Ellie’s harness. And her wrinkly fat balls held her squishy testes. The ones she forced all girls to palm for reality’s sake. For all intents and purposes; this was Ellie’s fucking cock. And so she could feel it when the woman on the other side gagged on her dick so eagerly, it was as if she was desperate for Ellie to paint her throat in warm cum.

Ellie started moaning the more she heard the woman on the other side gag on her. She could just imagine the way her dick was creating an imprint in her throat, sliding down and bulging. Ellie was large, she’d seen her do that to a girl before. She couldn’t help but whimper at the image of a sweet girl impaling her dainty throat around Ellie’s thick piece, in a seedy business bathroom. God what a beautiful fucking piece of ass must on the other side of the stall. A girl with the lips of a killer, sloppy and greedy. Hungry to suck off a creep. Probably with a perfect vagina to match; a hole just as sloppy, just as greedy. A hole only fit for a King to thrust into. Good thing Ellie thought of herself as a King too. Ellie decided, as she watched your red lips deepthroat her length, that the very moment the girl on her knees was done digging her tongue into Ellie’s cock slit, she’d knock down the door of the stall you were in, and ram into your glossy pussy over the toilet. You would coat Ellie’s cock in the sticky saliva held inside your puffy little hole too. Two sets of lips for Ellie to abuse.

Ellie bit her fist to prevent herself from choking out a moan. God. You popped your lips off, and stroked up Ellie’s dick with your little fist. Up and down and up and down, before you put it back in your mouth to deepthroat one more time. You wanted to nose against the pale girl's skin again, feel her bush tickle the tip of your nose. Smell the soft patch of hair, the salt of her skin. The sexy art of her bush and happy trail. Ellie yelled out a hoarse “Fuck-k!” And you could tell she came. She soaked her black Klein boxers. Maybe she came from those eager motions grinding her harness against her swollen pink clit. Or maybe she came untouched, hole spasming scarily just because of how aroused Ellie was by you. You placed a gentle kiss on her cockhead with your red lips. Ellie bit down her fist, hard. She broke skin, and drew blood.

If you could’ve, you would’ve loved to have Ellie’s real cum dribbling down your tongue instead. You stood up to pull your panties flush against your plump cunt. Finished with your prior business. There was slick dripping in between all of your puffy folds, and you knew your panties would stay wet the entire rest of the day from just the way they were suctioned to your cunt alone.

You stepped out to wash your hands, heels clacking with an air of comportment. You waited for the girl whose cock you inhaled, to come out of the stall and address you. But she never came. Her back was pressed against the wall. Instead she slid down to collect herself. So you fixed your blouse, hid your cleavage, touched up your smeared lipstick after rubbing it all off on Ellie, and massaged your nipples so they wouldn’t poke so prominently through your blouse. You shimmied in your tight skirt and clacked out of the bathroom. Leaving the girl hiding in the stall, to catch her breath and will the staccato of her heartbeat away. Ellie wasn’t new to coming untouched, but coming from the visuals and motion of a stranger sucking her cock clean? That — that was a new one. She gulped and adjusted her boxers, because fucking Christ, they were heavily soaked from her own slick. With shaky hands the pale girl fished for her leather pants zipper. Pleading with the bitchy, cheap, metallic hardware over and over, until it finally pulled all the way up.

A rapid river of relief washed over Ellie, she couldn’t afford to be stuck in there anymore. Ellie stumbled out of the washroom, hoping to find you. She snapped her head back and forth, then stumbled around in circles trying to catch a flash of sloppy red lips. She thought of going to people and asking if they’d seen a lady with puffy red lips strut by. But then thought better of it. The idea sounded dumb as rocks, even to her own horned-out brain. Ellie rubbed her cock through her pants, feeling phantom sucks from memory. You were burned in her brain, forget the cute teller from earlier. You were her new Madonna, her new whore.

In your honour, she’d stroke her g-spot to a hot strap blowjob video tonight, to keep the memory of your filthy cocksucking mouth fresh.

Ellie hoped if there ever was a next time in that glory hole for her, that you’d line your little greedy hole right up in front of the glory hole in the stall, so Ellie could make you drip your cream down her cock. She’d love to pull her dick out of you, just to marvel at the beautiful rings of milk wrapped around her veiny shaft from your own sopping cunt. Ellie savored the idea of the screams she’d rip out of you, the cries and pleads you’d wail for her ears only. She’d rip you apart, and that would be the fucking cherry on top of her fucking birthday cake.

If she got the cake, she’d love to write “Ellie ‘Hung’ Williams” on the face of it just for shits.

1K notes · View notes

brainwormcity · 4 months

Text

I've seen people remark on how awkward the 1967 scene is and that is so frustrating because, for me, it is one of the most emotionally resonant flashbacks in the entire series. It is so multifaceted and ripe with implication and that assertion is baffling. As though just because this conversation appears to be hard for them, it must mean that there has to be some sense of weirdness or awkwardness between them?

This scene feeds heavily into my theory that 1941 ended in some sort of aborted romantic moment between the two, most likely initiated by Crowley. Aziraphale can barely stand to look at Crowley because the very first moment he looks him in the face, he can't stop himself from giving him this hooded eyes, barely contained look of longing.

The next thing we see is Aziraphale immediately launching into a statement about his fear for Crowley's existence that is as brutally sincere as it is heartrending. His eyes are wide, his voice is heavy with emotion, and it's clear that he is terrified beyond belief to lose Crowley. Even as he acquiesces and gives him the holy water, you can see that he wants to take it back and deny him it all over again.

Then, of course, Crowley asks if he can give him a lift, which is definitely something that they both know is a totally different question than what lies on the surface, given that they're mere feet from the bookshop and at first Crowley frowns so deeply that it's almost cartoonish but a moment after Aziraphale turns him down you get this glimpse of very real sadness:

Aziraphale sees it for what it is and in an attempt to comfort him, without being able to do what currently seems impossible to him, shares a fanciful but resigned fantasy about spending time together unbothered and unrestrained, all to the tune of these tight little, loving smiles:

When he asks again, you can just see Crowley's desperation for Aziraphale not to go. It's hard to say how long they'd been apart, but it's safe to say that for them, that previous interaction likely is very fresh in their minds.

Aziraphale has always been more fearful than Crowley when it comes to their feelings for each other. You could even potentially look at the holy water as a metaphor for their relationship. In his expressions of concern about The Arrangement, Aziraphale has always been remarking on how Crowley could be destroyed, similarly to his words here. So when he's telling him, "You go too fast for me, Crowley," what he's really saying is, "I'm terribly afraid and I'm not ready to take that step if it means that I could lose you." And it's plain to see by the wistful look on his face that it pains him greatly to say it:

The scene so quickly cuts to Crowley looking intensely at the holy water after Aziraphale has left the car (as if trying to convince you that that was the real point of the scene) that it's easy to miss this devastated expression on Crowley's face:

There's no look of perceived rejection on his face. Just a somber look of resignation. There are so many barriers in front of them, and I think that Crowley was willing to risk it but understood that Aziraphale wasn't ready to.

This is the most honest and laid bare we ever see these two be when it comes to their emotions. There's so much being said without being said and even their actual words (i.e. Crowley remembering exactly the amount of time when the 'fraternizing' conversation happened) are so full of emotion that it might even be a bit hard for some people to watch.

It's not awkward. It's just that the scene is just so incredibly earnest and heavy with coded language that it's easy to be swept up by the fact that the two aren't engaged in their typical banter and bickering. What we truly have here is an incredibly difficult and loving conversation between two people who are stuck in a seemingly impossible situation.

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #aziraphale x crowley #michael sheen #david tennant #good omens meta #abel talks meta #good omens through the ages #good omens 1967 #signed by an autistic pwBPD with a penchant for over-analyizing tone and body language #anthony j crowley #you go too fast for me crowley

1K notes · View notes

im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 7 months

Text

Halloween prompts year 2 day 26

Robins look of utter rage fills Danny with adrenaline as he puts the petal to the metal to escape the stabby birds vengeance.

Danny wasn't too worried, after all the car he stole was the Batmobile and he was pretty sure Boy Wonder couldn't hurt the car without being grounded or something.

Whatever. He didn't really even plan to keep the car anyway.

He just needed a way to get them to Amity. Sam and a few other kids had gone missing after she lead a protest against the GIW over the anyi-ecto acts and thier treatment of ghosts and Tucker disappeared a few days later after he got back hacked while trying to find where they took her.

Danny wasn't stupid enough to go in as either Fenton or Ancients forbid, Phantom so he needed help. Unfortunately his track record for asking for help usually ended with him being talked over, talked down to, ridiculed, ignored, ect. So naturally he had to take things into his own hands as usual.

Thus stealing the Batmobile and doing the metaphorical equivalent or hitting a bat flavored hornets nest with a stick and hoping he doesn't die the rest of the way.

He is from the Midwest and this situation was awkward enough to activate his hospitality instincts so he offers to take music requests over the com lines (much to Red Robins bafflement). They of course have noticed a lack of Oracles involvement by this point and Danny informs them of his heavily modified Amazon fire stick and that he used it to not only knock Oracle out of the game -mostly to keep her from hacking into the batmobile and giving him a one way ticket to juvie- but also give him what was pretty much an hologram version of an instruction booklet for the fancy car hes driving.

Yeah, he doesn't know any of the bypass or security codes, but now he doesn't have to wonder that all the buttons do...and if they'll eject him.

Eventually they make it out of Gotham, the bats are miffed and tired. The sun is coming up and the fuzzy fighters break off to return to thier city.

They're likely going to use the trackers in the vehicle to find it once Danny parks so they don't end up chasing him all over the continent.

Good. All according to plan.

Except he waits a day after returning to Amity and hiding the car.

Then two.

Then four pass by without so much as a wing beat.

After five days Danny decides he can't wait anymore and goes back to Gotham to steal more bat themed items. That jet looked rather nice...

In the meantime the bats are flummoxed as to why they can't find this kid

Turns out large amounts of ecto radiation renders most tracking useless. Who knew?

Eventually Danny has a whole collection of expensive bat things and he, on the verge of a breakdown, drives back to Gotham in the GAV (bear in mind hes 14 and has no license throughout all of this) uses the GAV to kidnap Bruce Wayne. He apologizes profusely but explains the situation and that he really needs Batmans help but he seems to be refusing to get involved. So naturally he has to kidnap his sugar daddy to force his hand.

1K notes · View notes