I just want someone who will listen to the Young Royals Official Playlist with me in the car. Is that so much to ask for?

crowley finds absolution through his love and desire for aziraphale, there is no sweeter innocence than their gentle sin, his love for aziraphale is stronger and more faithful than heaven's devotion to god, he worships him, aziraphale is the last true mouthpiece of god, if god speaks, it's through aziraphale. if there was anything truly Holy, it's aziraphale but crowley is a pagan of the good times, he was born sick and aziraphale is the sunlight, he's the giggle at a funeral, he is the closest thing to Heaven crowley will ever get or would ever want to get. in the madness and soil of this earthly desire, within this love and sin, he is clean and human and holy

im soooo gone with bakudeku... everyday i end my night with listening to shout baby and datte atashi. both songs just make everything better.

They know each other best, isn't it amazing that they grew up TOGETHER. Despite the bullying, fallouts or mistakes they're burdened with, both were and still are in each other's sphere, always orbiting...

'I grow infinitely smaller whenever I am infront of you.'

IMO this quote is so fitting for them, both felt this way about each other at some point in time. but as kudo said, izuku didnt give up and believed in katsuki's heart... so i'm glad that we got to see katsuki's atonement.

「ひたすら セイヤソイヤ戦うんだ 拳をもっと心ももっと 全部全部研ぎ澄まして まだまだ セイヤソイヤ戦うんだ 悲しくなって 立ち上がれなくなっても 押忍! 押忍!」

@eorzeashan i wanted to play around with Eight, hope i did him justice

tagged by the effervescent @cordiallyfuturedwight and @jiminsproof for the november receipt <33 thanks lovelies!!

just a touch late to the party, but if you haven't already: @dearedwardteach @pauls-mccharmly @thvinyl @btscontentenjoyer @kimchokejin @jihopesjoint @eoieopda @monismochi 💜 MWAH

"I would not want a memorium"

the more you learn about R Verner, the more this line makes you want to write a multi page essay

do you think Crowley ever decided to turn on the radio one random day in the 60's and was jumpscared with Devil in Disguise or is it just me

URL song spelling game! Thank you @bunlux for tagging me!

Setting Sail, Coming Home - Darren Korb

Heir of Grief - Seth Peelle, Toby Fox, Malcolm Brown, and Joren De Bruin

Into the Unkown - The Blasting Company

Metamorphosis - Penny Parker

Data & Picard - Pogo

Tot Musica - Ado

Answers - Nobou Uematsu

let me see if i can find anyone to tag @pinkglitteringdemondildos, @isayoldbean, @tangyaura, @banana-babies, @hollis-exe feel free to do it or not if i saw you on my activity recently i targeted you

V random but I’m in my Brockpetey feels could I listen to your 46 60 playlist!!

of course!! the first playlist i mentioned in the tags is actually not mine—it belongs to ash @notthequiettype and is a soundtrack to their wonderful fic Lake Rules (go read it if you haven’t already!!! highly recommend!!!)

annnd this one is my personal brockpetey vibes playlist

happy listening!!!

he made me a playlist!!!! just for me!!!! with songs he thinks i'll like!!!!!!

For the couple's ship meme, teen Shanks & Buggy ❤️💙 or Marco & Ace 💙🧡 please

I will also answer MarcoAce, but for now... have teen Shuggy (though their heights are their adult heights, cause that's the only thing on their wiki page).

Eddie giving off big "Sampson" by Regina Spektor vibes after that cemetery talk.

a trope i absolutely love is a really good “where did they go”/runaway trope. i love that shit. i go FERAL for it. runaway/missing persons/whodunit but the person in question’s body HASNT BEEN FOUND??? i eat it up. allison from pll; sadie from sadie (courtney summers); lucy gray baird (tbosas); the list is ENDLESS!

‘she’s missing?’ someone asks.

‘he’s never been found.” your teacher says solemnly, head bowed.

they left that one sunny afternoon, before the clock struck twelve, and haven’t been home since.

one day, zir was just gone. and zir was here, once. that memory is there—faded like an old photograph, like the indents of your nails in your palm. Zir had been here, it says. but time passes, and those little truths suddenly aren’t truths at all.

i love that shit. i love that opening—it’s a day like any other, or maybe it’s not (maybe the earth swallowed you whole before you even woke up and you know you know before your eyes even open) and this person (they loved you; you knew them; you hated them; you love them; when did you meet?; that face…; did you even know them, who was that?) is gone. it may be a mystery to a small town, or a simple statistic in a big city, or a person you never even met, or someone you tried to, or wish you knew more, or loved like your own family.

they’re gone. but are they dead? you hear whispers wherever you go, like a haunting melody, or a rickety creek of a staircase, or a broken pipe that wind and water can’t help but come through. it’s present; but time moves on; and you listen.

“strange, isn’t it—how someone can leave so suddenly.” was it sudden? was it?

what did you really know about them? is it an open-shut case? is something darker at play?

really, all you want to know is: what the hell happened to—

but you won’t know. it’s not a mystery you’d solve easily, maybe not one you’d solve at all. it is not YOUR story.

…but maybe it could be.

During the 2020 shut-in era, I basically only listened to Coldplay and god the amnt of emotional nostalgia I get from listening to their music is so

goals for today: do some replies new follower interaction call ???? profit