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one-black-coffeee · 7 months
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a list of Good Omens season 2 things from episodes 1-3 that i haven’t seen mentioned in other posts
how much Aziraphale loves music. the way he sighs when his record is interrupted, how he mopes to the front of the shop because he just wanted to listen to the beautiful human creation
the smile Aziraphale has on his face as Jim/Gabriel says “when you don’t know anything at all, and yet you’re totally certain that everything would be better if you were just near one particular person” because yes! he does know! and Aziraphale is so happy to have that knowledge even if he does almost immediately try to hide it
Aziraphale immediately looking to his left when Crowley walks past him in the coffee shop. Crowley is generally to Aziraphale’s left so, naturally, that’s where he looks as soon as he knows Crowley is approaching. but he’s wrong, isn’t he? Crowley walks to the right.
“Give Me Coffee…” material, human pleasure “Or Give Me Death” immortal, heavenly eternity
“no, I would love you to help me. I am asking you to help me take care of him.” Aziraphale isn’t trying to push Crowley away. not with Jim/Gabriel, not with Heaven. he always wants Crowley with him, helping him. and he tells isn’t pretending otherwise anymore
a fly crawling along the bentley’s windshield even before Crowley gets in the car
the deal Beezlebub gives Crowley is the same as the one the Metatron gives Aziraphale, isn’t it? it’s a choice to go back to Hell/Heaven. the difference is in the way Crowley and Aziraphale think. Crowley sees Beezlebub’s olive branch as a trap, a forfeiture of the contented life he has on earth. the system is too broken to be fixed from a position of power. Aziraphale, though, does see it as an opportunity to fix what’s broken
right after Crowley destroys Job’s goats, cores fly away behind him
Aziraphale loves the romantic aspects of love but doesn’t know how to handle the difficult aspects. Maggie says she’s in love with Nina and Aziraphale smiles. Maggie says Nina has a partner, tells him that the situation is complicated, and he sobers, disappointed
the fact that the walls of Job’s home are the same color as the walls in Aziraphale’s bookshop (aka the color of Crowley’s eyes.) the whole of the Job minisope is to tempt Aziraphale. he tries human food for the first time, he works with Crowley for the first time, he lies to Heaven for the first time! everywhere, Aziraphale is met with temptation
Crowley cares for the innocent and the vulnerable. he humors Jemimah and makes her a blue salamander, he refuses to diminish the importance of the goats. when Aziraphale is worried about being a fallen angel, Crowley’s patient
every time Crowley performs a miracle, he draws his hand from the bottom (Hell) up. Aziraphale, however, draws his hand from top (Heaven) down
Michael, Uriel, and Saraqael (and Gabriel when he’s still the Supreme Archangel) wear a cold white. Muriel and Aziraphale wear a warmer, creamier white. except in the Job minisode. then, all the angels wear the warmer white— before Heaven turns cold and institutionalized. even the lighting of Heaven itself changes
Aziraphale invited Michael, Uriel, and Saraqael into the bookshop. they easily could have walked into the shop before Aziraphale got there, but they didn’t. because Aziraphale really does consider the bookshop partially Crowley’s! for the same reason Shax has to trick Aziraphale to get into the bentley, the angels have to wait for Aziraphale to enter the bookshop
Aziraphale popping up from behind the bentley as Crowley approaches and Crowley immediately offering him a “lift somewhere”
in the opening scene of episode three, the reflection just under Jim/Gabriel is “Give Me Coffee…” Gabriel and Beezlebub do get to choose “coffee.” they get to have their joy together
before Muriel interrupts their conversation, the dialogue between Crowley and Aziraphale in the back of the bookshop is shot from behind and over their shoulders. when Muriel opens the door, the angle shifts to face each of them
Aziraphale is not a good city driver.
the look Crowley gives Aziraphale after he turns Elspeth’s stolen body into bones. Aziraphale is so proud of himself, he even tells Crowley “I did a good things!” but Crowley knows better and he’s waiting for Aziraphale to realize the reality. and then the way Aziraphale hugs the jar with the dead boy’s tumor. he cares so much, he wants so desperately to be good and for the world to be good too
Aziraphale is as proud of his “newspaperman” disguise as Muriel is of their “inspector” disguise. how fond Aziraphale is of Muriel because they remind him of himself. a sweet, kind angel who just wants to do the good thing. an angel who is enamored with the human world. even as he and Muriel have tea together, he look at them so kindly. he knows their hesitancy to try human products but he also knows how thoroughly they would love that cup of tea if they’d just taste it
“it’s a bit different when it’s someone you know, isn’t it?” it’s a bit different when it’s not just some demon, when it’s a demon you know is, deep down and just below the surface, good.
that Aziraphale learns just as much from Crowley as Crowley learns from Aziraphale. episode three is Aziraphale beginning to learn the inequality between the wealthy and the poor. episode three is also Crowley learning balance between “the virtues of poverty” and just setting people up for a good life
Crowley, drunk on laudanum, looking for Aziraphale and not finding him because Aziraphale isn’t to his right like he should be. Aziraphale knows to look for Crowley on his left and Crowley knows to look for Aziraphale on his right
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alphawolfstabs · 6 months
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“I wish you were a girl.”
Idea from @ hyperfixatedonstuff, I needed to write this so here’s a Drabble. Let’s hope it’s yummy for you guys. [writing this in a car, might not be yummy-]
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Stu’s always been in love with his best friend, always. He can hardly remember a time where he didn’t know Billy, because Billy barreled into his life and stayed put.
They’ve been friends since middle school. And they were usually seen together.
Billy was a rough kid, hard to get along with. He couldn’t do certain things, said it would make his skin crawl if he even thought about it. He would also get into fights a lot, usually started from someone talking about his mom. Billy didn’t have many friends, but he had Stu. Stu was content to stay his friend too, he really did like Billy.
Whenever Billy breathed, Stu breathed. If Billy moved, Stu moved. That’s just how it was for them.
As they got older, Stu didn’t feel any differently, he still really loved Billy. Even if he couldn’t have him.
They both got Girlfriends, and Stu did like her. He did, he liked being around her, but he often caught himself thinking about Billy. He also knew that Billy would most likely be bored. He’s seen the way Billy looks at his girlfriend. It’s always a masked look. “I’m really bored but I’m trying to show that I’m not” kind of look.
That’s what originally sent Stu into wondering if Billy even liked women. Because Billy never looked at him like that, never looked at most guys like that. Just women.
Stu would never ask about it though, he knew Billy liked to punch rather than talk. He’s experienced it before.
If Billy had a bad day, he’d be quick to throw hands until he could think again. Stu was always his punching bag, not that he minded, he’d do anything for Billy, be anything for Billy.
Currently, Stu’s hosting a party for 4th of July. He’s got the house to himself, might as well do something to make it not feel lonely. It’s not a big party, just enough people to make it fun.
Stus sitting outside in the backyard with Billy, it’s just the two of them outside. Everyone else is inside listening to Randy spew on about some movie he turned on.
Billys got a beer in hand, his fingers tapping lightly at the neck of the bottle. Stu wants to ask what’s wrong, but he can’t get words to leave his mouth.
Billy lolls his head to the side, his neck cracking, and then his eyes are on Stu’s. There’s a certain look behind them, a look Stu hasn’t seen before. It’s new, and it’s almost frightening. Then Billy is taking a sip of his beer before he’s getting up.
Stu barely has time to register Billy is standing before he feels lips against his. He’s being kissed by the boy he’s loved since they were young. He returns the kiss, hands finding their way to Billys hips. He doesn’t keep track of how long the kiss is, doesn’t want to, even if it is risky.
Then, Billys pulling away and whispering.
“I wish you were a girl.. would make life so much easier.”
Everything positive Stu felt in that moment drops. His stomach is curling and he feels sick. So sick.
He doesn’t even know how to reply, and Billys walking away before he can.
Stu’s never felt the overwhelming urge to cry, but right now he does. His chest feels tight and heavy and now he just wants everyone out of his house so he can be alone.
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chaotic-orphan · 1 year
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Villain’s gift, pt. 3
@enteredin2eternity idk why it’s not tagging properly but this one is for you if you see it
Part one here
Part two here
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Villain didn’t bother waiting until dinner. Their mind was reeling at Supervillain’s gift for their birthday. Hero. Their hero.
So villain strut down the hall and threw open the doors to Supervillain’s map room. Supervillain was standing talking with Henchmen at the far end of the map of the city, expression hard and when Villain entered Supervillain’s eyebrows rose in surprise.
“Villain. Finished with your gift so soon?” Supervillain asked, a strained smile on their face. Supervillain turned their wrist to look at their watch and then back at Villain with a frown. “I thought we said dinner?”
“I asked you if you had hero,” said Villain. “You lied to me.”
Supervillain’s mouth twisted on their face and they leaned over to henchmen. “Give us the room.”
The henchmen obeyed and they walked out the same way Villain walked in, closing the doors behind them. Villain didn’t think about this part. The part where they were alone with supervillain. The most powerful person in the city. It didn’t come up in their rage induced brain to what they’d actually say to supervillain.
“I asked you. Not once, or twice. I asked you every week if you knew what happened and you lied to me.”
“I didn’t want to ruin your surprise,” supervillain said unapologetically. “Plus they weren’t ready yet.”
“Weren’t broken, you mean.”
Supervillain’s eyes cut into villain’s and Villain’s blood ran cold. “Careful Villain. I like you. Don’t mistake that for kindness, I still demand respect in my home.”
Villain swallowed hard and looked away, folding their arms over their chest. “Don’t pretend you got hero for me. You just needed them off your little chessboard so you could move the pawns more freely.”
Move me more freely, villain didn’t say.
Every week Villain went to supervillain, begging them to help them find hero and every week Supervillain promised they would help villain. They had grown close over the time, when it was all based on a lie. Supervillain had known where hero was the entire time. They just didn’t tell them.
“Why can’t it be both, Villain? Why must it be one of the other, hmm?” Supervillain asked, walking around the table and down towards where Villain stood. “Why can’t it be that yes, I wanted them off the table, and when I finally did my one purpose for them was to give to you. You know I don’t keep prisoners,” supervillain said, a gentle hand on Villain’s arm.
“I did this for you. I knew you’d be so happy.”
“I am,” said Villain. Happy they were still alive. “But —“
“No,” supervillain said sharply. Villain turned their body to face Supervillain now.
“You didn’t even hear my request.”
“I don’t need to. I am not releasing hero so they can run back to the agency, Villain. No. I still need them off the board.”
“And if I release them?” Villain asked looking supervillain in the eyes. It was a mistake. They knew it was a mistake the minute they opened their mouth.
Villain had barely got the words out when supervillain pinned them to the table. Villain’s back arching their feet still on the ground and they gasped as their shoulders hit the hard wood of the table, supervillain standing above them, a hand on their throat.
“If you release them, villain, that would be very naughty. You know what happens when you’re naughty, don’t you?”
“Fuck you,” villain gasped, trying to relieve some of the pressure on their neck.
“On the contrary,” supervillain purred, stepping between villain’s legs and pushing them open, unable to close them with supervillain’s hips keeping them open. “Fuck you.”
Villain gave up their struggle and just stared at supervillain who smiled down at them. “If you must,” supervillain continued hand going from villain’s neck down to their chest and then placing both hands on their waist they said: “you can play with hero. I’ll allow it. You can fill your days with whatever the fuck you two do. But if hero tries to escape, I’ll kill them and take you as my prisoner instead, is that understood?”
“Yes,” Villain breathed and Supervillain’s fingers tightened on villain’s waist.
“Yes what?”
Villain didn’t reply. Instead they leaned up and kissed supervillain. Supervillain responded immediately, going to deepen it when they pulled away and said: “after dinner. I have matters to attend to. You know what I want. Now go. See you later.”
“Thank you supervillain,” villain said and walked away far happier than before. Meanwhile supervillain stood in the map room, frowning at the spot where villain was and wondering why they had such an effect on them…
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mebiselfandi · 1 year
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hi hi hi meb!!! idk if ur still taking numbers for the story prompt ask game totally fine if ur not just ignore this!!! but a 22 for neymessi <3333 have a good day!!!!
Hi Abi! And oh my gosh I’m totally still playing the prompt game. Consider it never ending 🤭
22. Nap
Unlike Leo, Neymar rarely ever took naps. Usually the younger man was always full of energy from morning to night while Leo used any free time to sneak away and sleep for a short while. However after partying all night before, Neymar was feeling particularly sleepy for once. The afternoon sun that filtered in through the window onto his bed was warm against his skin. He glowed golden and he smiled softly when Leo entered the room looking equally sleepy and satiated.
“Hey,” Neymar drawled out as he reached out a hand towards Leo.
“Hey,” Leo muttered out grabbing a hold of Neymar’s hand and allowing the man to pull him onto the bed.
“I feel so sleepy,” Ney mumbled.
He nuzzled his face into Leo’s torso and wrapped his arms around his waist. A silent request for Leo to take a nap with him. The other men slid down until they were lying face to face with each other. Neymar hummed softly when one of Leo’s cold fingers traced his eyebrows softly, stopping to run over the slit before continuing down his his face. His eyes fluttered close as he focused on the trail his finger left. Running over his cheekbones and tickling the ridge of his nose before finally reaching his lips. He outlined them lightly following the curves of the small smile Neymar adored from the sensation of the feather light touches.
“Sleep, cariño,” Leo said gently.
Neymar slipped his hands under Leo’s shirt rubbing the ridges of his shoulder blades.
“Sleep with me?” Neymar asked already half asleep, eyes barely open.
Leo moved forwards, placing a kiss to Neymar’s forehead then tracing the spot lightly.
“Of course,” he mumbled as he wrapped a protective arm around Neymar’s shoulders.
Neymar smiled once more before letting sleep consume him, safe in Leo’s arms.
Here’s the post if anyone wants to participate 💕🫶🏾:
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someone--stupid · 2 years
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’an extremely uncomplicated situation’ chapter 2/?
it’s been a month since they kissed and chloe is acting totally normal. definitely not acting weird at all!
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bugfuckerkian · 2 years
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Do you ever just think about how Gillion Tidestrider used his titties for intimidating some guy that one time?
Update:
I STAND CORRECTED IT WAS TWO
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bokkerijder · 3 months
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pro-AI in the sense of "they taught a bread scanning computer to recognize cancer cells" etc etc
against AI in the sense of "we stole artwork from hundreds to thousands of artists, didn't credit them and didn't financially compensate them"
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kochei0 · 1 month
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I turn to Ares.
Thanks to Tyler Miles Lockett who allowed me to draw inspiration from his ARES piece for page 2! Look at his etsy page it's SICK
⚔️ If you want to read some queer retelling of arturian legends have a look at my webtoon
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lesbianralzarek · 3 months
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"life doesnt get better, you just get stronger" does NOT include ages 11-17. life does in fact just get better from there. those years are dogshit. like, you do get stronger but its mostly just a factor of not being 11-17 anymore. positive thinking helps but it doesnt fix whatevers going on at 15, you have to brute force through that one raw
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canisbeanz · 6 months
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Silly doodle bc it was the first thing I thought of when I saw Pomni.
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alphawolfstabs · 5 months
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“I wish I could tear you apart, I whisper into his skin
Why? He asks, curious
I want to consume you.. I love you, so much
So much that sometimes it makes me think about ripping you apart, climbing inside
Blood, dripping from my hands at the near homicide.
So love me, he whispers. Show me you love me, just like that.”
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catmask · 10 months
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its true that romance amd friendship will not solve everything but. objectively speaking its very hard to get sad when you can say 'lets go get cake tomorrow okay' and someone will go get cake with you. like there is some good at least. you know
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artkaninchenbau · 3 months
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Crocodile finds a strange stray cat an 11-year old Nico Robin (AU where they met 13 years earlier. Robin's been on the run from the World Government for 3 years. Crocodile's 27 and has not set up base in Alabasta yet)
It seems like I have become possessed. By some sort of demon.
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Bonus:
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calamitys-child · 5 months
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One of my favourite mundane weirdnesses about Edinburgh is that we set the big clock visible approaching the station to be 3 minutes fast to make sure people are on time for their trains. My Favourite mundane weirdness of Edinburgh is that we check this by firing a cannon.
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gibbearish · 6 months
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love when ppl defend the aggressive monetization of the internet with "what, do you just expect it to be free and them not make a profit???" like. yeah that would be really nice actually i would love that:)! thanks for asking
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mikonez · 1 month
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