Imagine how hurtful it must have been for Crowley to see Gabriel, the person who literally took an active part in the process of traumatising the man he loves into the mindset that he cannot be happy and free, get a happy ending. To see the man, who was one of the reasons Aziraphale haven't even acknowledged their relationship for such a long time, because they were on "opposite sides". The man who was one of the reasons they couldn't be together, even as friends, for 6000 years. The man who wanted to execute Aziraphale with a smile on his face and "shut your stupid mouth and die already" as his "goodbye". Seeing this man getting what Crowley has always dreamt of: being able to run away with the person he loves, leave Heaven and Hell behind and just be together with his beloved - in Soho or on Alpha Centauri, literally wherever, because "Heaven is wherever Beelzebub is". Crowley seeing Gabriel get it so... so effortlessly, while he has worked for it so long, nearly died because of it and still haven't been able to get that, to get the happy ending and sever all the connections with Heaven and Hell. It must have hurt like hell (most literally).
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Tumblr Tuesday: Ten Years Too Good
It is with heavy heart that we regret to inform you that the initial report on beautiful cinnamon roll too good for this world, too pure did, in fact, occur on this day ten years ago. One decade, comin' right up. Of course, it wasn't until a year later that the practice of categorizing our blorbos as cinnamon rolls began.
Tumblr, wherever you are on this Tuesday, please enjoy the swirly breads.
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reblog this and tag with a food you no longer have access to (closed restaurant, state you moved away from, ex’s mom’s cooking, etc) that will haunt you until your dying day, mine are the spicy chicken sandwich on the employee menu at the fine dining restaurant I was a prep cook at, and the onion bagel from the kosher place down the street from my house when I lived in the city
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Tuesday, January 23.
Ten Years of Cinnamon Roll Too Good For This World, Too Pure.
Well, how about that. Ten whole years. A decade. The Tin Anniversary.
The Tin Anniversary is rather fitting, as it happens, as a tin is just the sort of storage object one might wish to place their cinnamon roll, were it not so good, so pure, so sublime, so very beautiful. This particular roll is too graceful, too evocative of the divine, to be hidden away.
It was on this day, ten years ago, that The Onion published the headline that would stir the hearts and minds with this sugary little friend.
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