crowley loves so much and so deeply, and while there can probably be made an argument that parts of that love are entirely selfish, i think it's more than that.
he sees creation as a way of giving things live, be it stars and nebulas or humans or plants, they all exist and thus have a right to live. i think the thought of his nebulas and the entire universe being shut down after 6k years didn't just make him sad because of the effort he put into it. he sees it as a living, breathing creature that deserve to exist on its own terms.
that is why he asked questions, it certainly played a role in why he fell, and it also puts him right in the moral grey zone because there's no way of thinking that humans deserve free will without questioning the black/white moral system.
having to play his part as a demon is entire counterintuitive to who he is as a person, and it's imo the reason why he barely has relationships with humans (and if he does, they go deep). the constant loss would kill his soul and in a way it already has.
"what's the point" is him having reached a point of depression and an impatience that has morphed into bitter resignation.
look at him returning to the bentley after his fight with aziraphale in episode one. he isn't just upset, he is tired.
what's the point in loving and trying to save those that he loves when over and over again he is told that no, everyone else matters more than you. fixing this is more important than finding the peace we deserve. helping someone who literally tried to kill us matters more than our love for each other. the universe will be created and then destroyed for nothing, you are breathing live into empty spaces and none of it will matter. in the end, the logical conclusion he undoubtedly came to is that he does not matter either.
he tried to find a purpose for his existence in aziraphale and their arrangement, in trying to be kind and do good despite everything - and see where that landed him.
rejected and alone because compared to heaven, he is worthless, and well if that isn't a familiar feeling.
i think aziraphale in 1862 has picked up on that and he isn't wrong when he thinks it's a suicide pill.
season 3 is going to be very, very interesting because i don't think crowley will go down some kind of rage and revenge path, he will just fall deeper into his depression until it threatens to swallow him whole.
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Good Cop/Bad Cop - Gator Tillman x Fem!Reader 🐊
Gator loves playing good cop/bad cop – but he plays both parts, and it’s deliciously unpredictable. When you asked him if his handcuffs fit everyone, he answered the question with a demonstration followed by his favorite game.
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CW: SMUT - gator tillman x fem!reader, slightly mean!Gator, light bondage, hints of oral (f receiving), light spanking, unprotected p/v sex, basically porn without plot, honestly.
NSFW UNDER THE CUT! ❤️🔥 Master List
The chain of the handcuffs jingled sharply against the metal frame of the headboard as you tried to relax your arms, but it was no use. You let your gaze drift down in between your thighs, spread open by a pair of large hands, long fingers digging into your flesh as they pushed your legs even further apart.
His once gelled back hair was falling into his eyes after having worn your thighs as earmuffs for the past half hour, and he had just finished you off for the second time. He placed one harsh bite on your left inner thigh, then one to the right, your oversensitivity causing you to gasp. He smirked up at you, his chocolate eyes dark with mischief, before pushing himself up onto his knees and cleaning your slick off of his mouth with the back of his hand.
“You’ve been so good for me, Princess. But you’re still movin’ too much.” His voice fell flat at the end of his sentence. He was scolding you for making too much noise with the handcuffs, but you couldn’t help it – and he knew it.
“Please, Gator,” you whined. “You know I can’t do anything about the noise –”
Before you could finish your excuse, he leaned forward, pressing a finger to your lips and shushing you gently.
“None of that now,” he crooned, the menacing glint in his eye matching his devilish smirk. He stood from the bed, fussing with his belt before quickly removing his camo trousers and tossing them aside along with his briefs.
Your mouth watered at the site of his already hard cock as he approached the side of the bed. Instinctively, you tried to move your hands to touch him, the rattling of metal on metal resounding throughout the room once more, and he scowled.
“What is it you don’t understand about keep fuckin’ still?” Gator spat in his hand and began to slowly fist his cock, careful to swirl his palm around the head in between pulls, and all you could do was watch.
“I said I was gonna fuck you dumb, but I might not even need to,” he chided, picking up his pace with his hand, his shaky breath turning into low, gravelly moans as he toyed with you.
“Feels so good,” he gushed. “Bet you wish you could touch it – feel it sink into you nice and slow, pretty little pussy tightening up like a vice.”
He used his free hand to slide two fingers up and down through your glistening slit, stopping just before your clit every time, knowing it would drive you over the edge, all while still using his hand to fuck himself, the wet sounds starting to drown out your own heavy breathing.
“Gator, please!” You were finally begging him, and your eyes stung with tears of frustration.
“Oh, now you’re runnin’ your mouth, too?” Both of his hands ceased their busywork, and he finally climbed back onto the bed, nestling himself back between your thighs before pushing them up and back, your knees almost touching the bed underneath you.
“Please,” you begged once more, softer now, as his dark eyes drilled into yours, his pupils completely blown out with hunger for you. He leaned down close to your face so your noses were almost touching, and you could smell the hint of fruit mixed with your own arousal, the sweet and sour mixture making you salivate all over again.
“So polite,” he whispered through a mean looking smirk.
You yelped as he pushed himself all the way inside of you in one fluid motion, and the delicious stretch of being suddenly full of him had you seeing stars already.
He fumbled with a bandana hanging over one of his bedposts, and quickly stuffed it into your mouth before gripping your chin roughly in one hand, forcing you to look into his eyes.
“One more fuckin’ sound out of you, and I’m pullin’ out and leavin’ you here like this. Got it?”
You searched his eyes for any hint of playfulness, but you could tell he was completely serious.
“I don’t got all day now. When I ask you a question, I expect an answer. Y'hear me?”
Your eyes widened, and you nodded hastily, biting down on the bandana and taking extra care not to rattle your cuffs again.
“You’re bein’ so good for me, you know that?” Gator leaned into the crook of your neck, sucking another sweet bruise on the trail of the ones that had started to fade, and he slowly pushed himself into you just a little bit deeper until you couldn't take any more of him.
He started at a brutally slow pace, taking care to roll his hips at the end of each thrust all the way to the hilt so the tip of his length hit just the right spot inside of you while small whimpers just barely escaped around the sides of the already damp bandana in your mouth.
“So fuckin’ wet for me,” he growled against your ear, finally starting to pick up his pace as your eyes rolled back and your shoulders relaxed, your cuffs clanging against the headboard once more.
You expected Gator to stop, but he didn’t. Instead, he pushed one of your knees to your chest and hooked your leg over his shoulder before landing a hard smack on your asscheek and pounding into you harder and faster.
You felt the fire growing in your core, and you knew it wouldn’t be long before he had you reeling for a third time that day, and there was nothing you could do or say to stop it.
Thank you sm for reading! This was inspired by my loveliest Gator anon, and I couldn't keep the thots to myself ❤️🔥🐊
dividers by @cafekitsune
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thinking about how one of the reasons i’ve always felt we haven’t really seen eddie outwardly React to buck being in danger is bc he’s never really been in a situation where he wasn’t Absolutely Sure he could save buck. like with the truck bombing, eddie is clearly agitated when they can’t get to buck but once he can?? he’s holding buck’s hand and helping hen treat him while the others work to lift the truck bc he knows he can pull buck to safety when the time is right. same with the factory explosion. they don’t linger on eddie’s reaction much but, again, as long as he can find buck he knows he can get him out. and he does. he’s the first one to grab the rope and the first one to reach him which infers a lot about the moments we didn’t see.
but now, eddie’s screaming buck’s name and trying to pull him to safety but he can’t. so he has to lower him to the ground instead. he has to put buck’s safety in everyone else’s hands. and as soon as he’s off the truck he runs to buck’s side again but bobby drags him away and makes him drive. so he spends three minutes driving to the hospital, not sure if buck’s even alive, and as soon as they stop he’s the one demanding to take over compressions. he’s the one yelling at the doctors to “Do more,” because he’s not allowed to do anything else except wait now.
and, on the one hand, it’s devastating to watch eddie slowly start to crumble because he clearly feels so helpless. but also, even through all that helplessness, even though this is the first time he really doesn’t know if he can save buck........he still did???
because he was the one to get buck’s heart beating again.
and that. that is something i going to need three to five business days to recover from, frankly
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