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peeledstrawberry · 22 days
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I'd like to imagine that Danny finds John Constantine absolutely delightful and Constantine is just like "dang it it's this worm-off-the-string dude again :/"
Danny's all "wowow it's the cool magic man who found a loophole for immortality! He has a cool magic house too"
And Connie is just "does it LOOK like I'm running a daycare?? Go home"
I also want Vlad to be enamored with him and Ellie is just like "yea that's my wet cat of a father figure. Neat"
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dragonsaltartales · 4 days
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How can people focus on like only a couple of OCs for an extended period of time??? I feel so scattered all the time like. Yeah I love this character, but then bam, I'm reminded of another. Then they're all in my head at once and I can't discern one from the next.
I just want to share my stories, man......
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bright-omens · 9 months
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Okay, so, I haven't seen anyone bring this up or point this out, but Crowley is a fucking magnet for autistic people/beings. There's Aziraphale, his best friend and crush of 6,000 years, who can be interpreted as autistic. Then there's Shax, who could be interpreted as autistic (just, the general lack of understanding what's "normal" for humans to do and things like that). And then there's Muriel, who is so fucking autistic. We could even debate that Jim/Gabriel is autstic too, bringing the grand total of autistic beings that Crowley surrounds himself with to 4. He's an autism magnet.
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thebreakfastgenie · 2 months
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Obsessed with this because why did they invite him? It's always fun when some journalist gets a shred of power and goes "you know who I want?" This has happened more than once. Anyway this one is really fun, he's fun in it, I watched this years ago with no context at all and tbh I still don't have a lot of context for it.
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monards · 6 months
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alice and barbeloth's dynamic will always be funny to me,
"An old astrologist friend of mine always harps on about the consequences of handing off these kinds of items, but nothing has come of it yet-- So we'll continue business as normal…"
ALICE. SHE'S AN ASTROLOGIST. PLEASE.
Alice is the reason barbeloth has gray hair, because honestly, I would too if this is how my friend responded to my warnings.
(Alice miraculously avoids each and every consequence anyway, so those concerns are probably a tad unwarranted.) (Barbeloth's just trying to make sure this women doesn't fall into a ditch and die guys, please.)
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tereghan · 4 months
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Hey dude, check out this new strain. It's called Milkweed and it'll bring all the fluttery bois into your yard.
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treeprince · 8 months
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me describing my poor man's mimosa to my coworkers, expecting solidarity, but instead i am met with a full table's worth of derision and scorn for my troubles
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I know it was a couple days ago that this was brought up but I've heard that the reason people say "bless you" is because people used to think that sneezing would open up the opportunity for an evil spirit to fly up your nose. So you say "bless you" to stop an evil spirit from entering their body.
I have never heard that one!! Up the nose?? Ouch
and man, i love rando ideas like this. Yeah sneezing opens your bodies to demons. Sure. I believe you. And trolls exist - they steal your socks! (only the left ones? What's with that?)
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taintedwrote · 10 months
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Sebastian holding Ciel's soul up to his brethren, bouncing like a toddler: "Thoughts?"
The older demons: "and prayers girl."
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fishybehavior · 2 years
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the best thing about plasma is that they're so. . . t h e m there's not a single braincell between them
they could be making out and still think that they are straight
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im-secretly-a-frog · 1 month
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So my partner said that my voice sounds like it's built for poetry????
Why is this the most beautiful and uplifting thing anyone has ever told me, what the fuck????
and they said it so casually too??? Like you can't just say something like that and pretend it was nothing!!
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theskittlemuffin · 2 years
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Our boy Jonathan is back! He's not exactly okay but he's back! Three cheers for Jonathan Harker's return to the narrative
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Hey so I saw this article somewhere it went viral years ago and I think it still is. It is about a girl that lost her memories and fell in love with the same boyfriend she had before she lost her memories, so basically she fell in love with her boyfriend twice.
It's giving Thena and Gilgamesh maybe you could write something about it ><
Thena smiles as she arrives at the familiar street corner with the familiar bakery and its familiar comfort. She just moved to the apartment complex down the street from it, and yet as soon as she saw it, she had a feeling she knew this place.
And she would give anything for that feeling, these days.
Memory loss, they told her. Real, actual amnesia; she thought that was just in the movies and stuff. But apparently it's possible, and she has a gap in her memories seeming to go back as far as last year. She didn't know where she worked, where she lived.
She knows she's Thena, that she works at a museum, that she doesn't have any family for them to call. And...that's about it. It was later on that she learned that she had moved to town less than a year ago. She has a few friends at work who were happy to help her relearn such important things.
The doctors recommended letting things come naturally to her--to not go looking too deliberately for things. Something about putting strain on her mind. Sersi and Kingo were quick to agree with that.
"Thena?"
"Gil," she smiles as soon as she steps into the shop. It's really become a highlight of her day to come in here.
He steps out of the back, looking the same as he always does. He has dark hair, thick and full and almost fluffy at the top of his head. He has a lovely fullness to his cheeks and some traces of facial hair around his lips. He looks more like he could be a boxer or a body builder as opposed to the mild tempered baker he is.
And the way he smiles at her; Thena toys with the strap of her purse as he comes over to lean on the counter closest to her.
"What brings you in today?" he asks, as if she doesn't come in at least once a week for a taste of his pastries. Usually she just has whatever he's put out as a daily special, but she's open to his recommendations.
"I got off work a little early," she answers with a smile of her own, already sitting herself down at one of the few tables in the place. "Thought I'd treat myself to one of your wonderful confections."
"Hm, I think I could help with that," he chuckles, already moving to the door of the pastry case. "How was work today?"
"Mm, the usual," Thena muses, happy watch as Gil plates whatever it is he has for her, laughing as she hears a can of whipped cream. "I'm really getting the special treatment today."
"Well, you don't always get off work early, right?" Gil chuckles as he brings over the plate, and two forks. He sits across from her. "My very special Mont Blanc."
Thena eyes the confection, all fine strings wound together into a mountain peak with cream at the top. She's sure she's smiling like an idiot, but she doesn't much care as she takes just some of the cream at first. "And what's so special about it?"
"Find out," Gil nods his head at it, holding the other fork for himself but waiting for her to get her first taste of it.
"Hm," Thena sighs, digging into the dessert. She isn't sure how, but she knows what mont blanc is. The chestnut paste is familiar and soft on her tongue. She licks her lips. "Vanilla?"
"Good taste," Gil winks at her as he finally takes a bite for himself. "I've been trying to find ways to work vanilla into a lot of my stuff, recently."
"Oh?" Thena asks before taking another eager bite. She looks at him, but he has this expression on his face that makes butterflies spring to life in her. She rushes her eyes away again.
"Guess I was just," Gil pauses, letting his eyes tear themselves away from her slowly, "inspired."
"You know," Thena murmurs, having debated whether or not to bring this up at all. But she's come this far (and left work early to do it, too). "Today is actually my birthday."
"You don't say."
He doesn't sound all that surprised. Thena looks at Gil again, whose expression has gone unreadable. She tilts her head at him, "have I ever told you this before?"
"You must've," he shrugs, putting on his usual bright smile for her. "Well, you've had some dessert already. What else are you going to do for your special day?"
Coming here is the only treat she had thought to get for herself, really. Truly, she hadn't been able to think of anything else she wanted to do than come and have some of Gil's pastries, see Gil, talk to Gil...think about how to ask Gil out without feeling weird about it.
"I suppose I haven't thought about it," Thena mumbles, dragging her fork through the powdered sugar on the plate.
Gil sets his fork down, leaning his elbows onto the edge of the table. He raises an eyebrow at her, and she briefly wonders if anyone has ever told him he looks kind of sexy like that. "Well, you did mention something about your birthday being around now. And you also mentioned...that you were thinking about trying out that new Italian place."
She did? "Which place?"
"I guess it's not that new anymore," Gil muses, his head turned to look out the window as he says it. "Opened a little less than a year ago now. But still--would you like to try it out?"
How did this turn into him asking her out? Not that she's complaining, but she went to all the trouble of working up her nerve. Thena swipes some powdered sugar onto her finger and pops it between her lips. "Do you...like Italian?"
He grins at her, his eyes so much more expressive than his secretive little smiles. "Love it."
"Okay," Thena nods. The butterflies are back. "Well, um, I-"
"How about you go home and get ready, I'll close this place up," he pats the table, looking so sure of himself, "meet you here at 7?"
Thena tilts her head at him again. Sometimes Gil feels so familiar to her it's painful, and then times like this, he still manages to surprise her. "How did you know?"
"Know what?" he asks, picking up her plate and walking back to the counter with it.
"How did you know it was my birthday? And that I wanted Italian?"
Gil sets the plate down, leaning on the counter to look back at her. She could swear she's seen him do that before--look at her like that before. "Just...call it a feeling."
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sult-en · 1 year
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my boy pussy posts bring all the bots to the yard
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distantsonata · 1 year
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I don't like it when tumblr/tumblr staff refers to itself as a hellsite. bad. no. gross
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ateezinmymind · 1 year
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YEOSANG YEOSANG YEOSANG WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME
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