—dvoyd

currently losing my mind over the idea of Aziraphale writing Crowley's name in the Book of Life. and specifically Crowley. it matters that it doesn't matter what his ~~~real~~~ name was

I sneak in and see your friends and her snotty little family all dressed in pastel

Let the revenge games begin.

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THE WAY THAT THEY INVENTED ROMANCE WITH THIS SONG???? HELLO?????

EMILY & HOTCH DANCING in 7.24 RUN

me and the devil

percy repeating that he can be good over and over again to himself while covered in the blood after an overwhelming unleash of volatile rage that destroyed all that threatened his loved ones while grover holds his face and steadily grounds him back to reality

("i'm safe, we're safe, it's safe, just breathe")

I just know Crocodile brought on Mihawk because he thought he would be sensible, calm and collected, low maintenance. He thought it was going to be them against the idiocy that is buggy. And it is to a degree.

What he failed to calculate is that Mihawk is just as bad as buggy.

Worse even because at least Buggy can be bullied into doing paperwork. I just know everyday Crocodile is astonished by the absolute commitment Mihawk has to his aesthetic. Walks into his tent just to find that he has somehow converted this circus ass tent into a mid century gothic castle. Somehow carpeted the whole thing end to end is burning more that a 100 candles for “mood lighting”, has a fully open fire pit and a sewing machine in the corner.

Like Crocodiles essentially a mafioso he can appreciate the wanting nice things. Still won’t prepare him for the day Mihawk’s brings him a wine budget, a tailoring budget and an embroidery budget all painstakingly itemized.

Won’t prepare him for having to replace every single wine glass because buggy drank out of one and he can’t break up a set but refuses to use a cup that buggy’s put his mouth on.

He’s starting to think that the real reason the Warlords were disbanded was because they simply could not afford to pay for Mihawk’s upkeep anymore and decided they’d rather pay in cadet lives than see one more wine budget.

He is essentially being held hostage, in his own guild, by the whims of a bored middle aged vampire, and a fucking clown.

HOLLIDAY GRAINGER as LUCREZIA BORGIA in THE BORGIAS  ꕥ 1.07 Death, on a Pale Horse

Robin chose Steve. Robin made the conscious and deliberate decision that she could and would trust Steve. She already liked him! She had fun working and bantering with him! They were already on their way to being weird little bffs and the torture just expedited the process. Steve chose Robin just the same! He thinks she's fun and cool and likes her so much! He chose to be honest and open with her too, putting himself out there.

Even though their interests on the surface level don't match why wouldn't they share them? Steve clearly caves when Robin wants to watch a movie he doesn't think he'll like, Robin can watch a March madness game or five.

Stop trying to take away their bond oh my god people can be close to more than one person!!! Their best friend doesn't have to be dismissive or mean or whatever in order for a romance to be special to them!

dean's like. when i want my dad to like me i hide all my soft parts and when i want other hunters to respect me i act like my dad and when other men leer at me in bars i no homo it up and when motel owners perceive something queer abt me i butch it up and when my little brother teases me i project the feminine things i actually like onto him and when i'm around attractive women i lean into the image that's already been cultivated around me as a charming ladies man and flirt shamelessly (but actually i'm shy) and when i'm around queer women i don't have to perform for i can relax and wear silly outfits and indulge in my actual interests and hobbies and when i'm around kids i am soft and vulnerable and honest because i know they won't judge me and when faced with the option of choosing any presentation i joke that i'd pick to look like a hot cheerleader and everyone thinks i'm being pervy but actually. well. who wouldn't want to be a hot cheerleader am i right? and no no other people don't think like that i guess, heh, nevermind....and when i'm with my best friend...sometimes i think he can see all of me, like really see me, and it's simultaneously terrifying and so so easy.

I hear "the only thing a god's ever given me is a cold shoulder," and I think of Wyll Ravenguard, seventeen years old, young and hopeful, in whose care his father, his hero, the greatest man he knows, has left the entire city of Baldur's Gate to, being faced with imminent destruction and death beyond anything he's ever known, and praying, desperately, with everything he has, to the gods- the ones who were meant to be good and kind and care about the lives of tens of thousands of innocent people- and having the only response be a devil, and she wants his soul.

Dear Lady Who Did Not Recognize Me As Security and decided to stand in the whole ass doorway in a "You move first" social dominance move when I ran into the building through the exit doors: I totally understand that I looked like the asshole, but please know that I was between points A and B in a time-sensitive emergency involving police and. Really you could have. Stepped left. Without too much trouble. Like it would not have been difficult to just step left. Like even if I was just a random fellow visitor, if I was booking it full speed inside through a clearly labeled exit door yelling "excuse me miss, beg your pardon" with a phone in hand you could have just assumed I wasn't just a dickhead. Would have been nice. Faster, too. For both of us. Just saying. Please

While you were fighting in the war, I was falling in a pit.

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i'm sorry but stolas bound and powerless and tortured to tears still pushing himself off the ground snarling threats at the man who would dare even mention his daughter. the breathless all-consuming fury that striker would dare to speak a word about her. stolas knows striker is going to kill him and could make it painful beyond imagination and the only thing he cares about in this moment is octavia's safety why the fuck aren't we talking about this scene more