#the last fifteen minutes

[iceeericeee]

We Could Have Been Us

(This is all written from memory so sorry if I miss some stuff)

(Written from Crowley’s pov)

I needed to tell you something

but you had to go first

And so I let you

That was a mistake

You said you had good news

that you were promoted

You could be in charge

As supreme archangel

And, to put the cherry on top

You could have anyone

as your second in command

And you had chosen me

I couldn’t believe you, at first

After all, we’re better than that

You are better than that

But it was true

I could see the excitement

Slip away from your eyes

When you realized that

I wouldn’t go with you

And before I knew it

I was rushing to say

what I had wanted to say

from the very beginning

How we have known each other

for a long time

How we could always

rely on each other

We have always been

a team

A group

of the two of us

I tried to convince you to stay

Because we don’t need heaven

And we don’t need hell

All we ever needed was us

I tell you so, and all you do

is reiterate your wonderful plan

The plan where we’re both angels

Doing good together in heaven

I’m choking back tears

And I say, “You can’t leave

this bookshop”

‘You can’t leave me’

And with such a kind,

tender voice, you say,

“Oh Crowley,

Nothing lasts forever.”

‘Nothing lasts forever,

Not this bookshop

Not you

And certainly not us’

I feel my heart break

as I slip my sunglasses on

And walk away,

bidding you good luck

As you beg me to stop

I tell you to listen

And you admit that

you can’t hear anything

“That’s the point” I say

“No nightingales”

At that, you seem to understand

What I’m implying

I called you an idiot

That this whole time

We could have been

Us

I get an idea

It’s a last ditch effort

But at this point

Anything will do

I rush back to you

grab you by the collar

pull you close

and kiss you

And when we pull apart

I look you in the eyes

Desperately trying to see

A change of heart

But instead I see you

steeling your nerves

And you tell me

you forgive me

But I don’t need

Your forgiveness

All I ever needed

was you

So don’t bother

trying to forgive me

Don’t bother

forgiving a demon

But I wait by my car, just in case

You happen to change your mind

But all I see is you leaving

Choosing heaven over me

I climb into the Bentley

And turn on the radio

It doesn’t do to much good

It’s playing our song

So I turn it back off

And lean back on the seat

And I think to myself

‘We could have been us.’

[and since you guys asked to be tagged: @janeway-lover @helphowdoiusethis]

#yeah uh idk if it’s super good or what #but yeah that exists now #this is how I cope btw #writing sad poetry #good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable divorce #good omens season 2 #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #good omens 2 #good omens spoilers #the last fifteen minutes #my writing #poem #poems #poetry

[non-un-topo]

All it takes is a wee little nightmare to make you too scared to step foot outside for fear of Bad Things happening, like it’s an omen lol

#also it is p o u r i n g outside and it takes me an hour and fifteen minutes to commute to campus #i'm a good little student but sometimes i just can't be assed #esp with all the crazy stuff that's been happening on public transit and on my campus for that matter #i'm just getting a bad vibe today [insert empath meme here] #warning for me complaining about a graphic nightmare!!!!: #had a few stress dreams(?) last night but one particularly violent one in which a woman got run over by a streetcar-- #--and the paramedics were moving people along but i accidentally got a really good look at her and it fucked me up #she looked like she was just sleeping peacefully but i could only really make out the top half of her body #probably because the bottom half was... yeah. #i think i also had another dream that i was being hunted by a sniper?? and they had called my cell and were threatening me + my folks? #and another one where i had to hide some children from... i don't really know what. some dangerous person who wanted to kill all of us #but the kids wouldn't leave me even though i begged them to. #yeah just a normal collection of dreams for me. literally ugh. #i don't even think i'm stressed in my life rn?? #not any more than normal lol

[july-19th-club]

oh yes and "servant of two masters" the episode she's got It All™: slapstick. whump. frantic searches long past when everyone else has given a loved one up for dead. Camping Wounded In The Woods. assassination goofs. chains and bondage! katie mcgrath. murder. mayhem. old man makeup. pratfalls. disappointing replacements. angel coulby! enough hurt/comfort to shake a stick at and also not nearly enough at the same exact time

#the first fifteen minutes of sotm: showcases the emotional growth of the characters and how far they'd really go for each other; #dangerous situations that bring out the love and care suffusing everything they do (even when they're actively pretending otherwise) #the last half hour of sotm: showcases the cast's ability to behave like stooges as hard as humanely possible #merlin #q #all merlin episodes have angel coulby of course but i always feel the need to make a note of it

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

while i was in the midst of a bad chronic pain flare over christmas i was unbelievably bored and without the mental energy to do my usual things like reading/writing/socialising, so i thought hey, wouldn’t it be cool to make a video of all the “standing next to me” milex moments in chronological order. turns out this was in fact the worst idea ever; i didnt even get through half the tour before the video became FIFTEEN MINUTES LONG and it’s been slowing up my phone storage space ever since 😭 i kind of want to finish it, but on the other hand - it’ll probably wind up at thirty minutes by the time i’ve included all the shows, and who’s going to watch half an hour of them not quite snogging each other’s faces off (me. i’ll watch it)

#i seem to have got covid round two so if i’m not feeling better over the weekend i might just end up doing it #honestly though it’s moments like these where you’re forced to confront the sheer insanity of milex #i mean #fifteen straight minutes of borderline making out??? #(well. not straight but you know what i mean) #the song itself is only three minutes long ffs #derranged little men #milex #tlsp #the last shadow puppets #lulu posts

[writing-on-the-wahl]

Partner in Crime

For @thepenultimateword's Song-Story Writing Challenge Extravaganza

Song prompt submitted by @starry-night-author - I hope this does what you'd imagined justice!

(song info at the end, read the snippet first :)

Empty shadows and dim streetlights. 

A locked door and a pair of headlights. 

Henchman slid down further in the passenger seat of the dark sedan parked strategically across the street from her quarry as the pale lights pulled around the corner and the silence of the empty street was shattered. 

--already late, got to hurry. He might have already left and if I blow this job--

Crooked tires and a slamming door. 

--do I have all the supplies? Yes, you checked twice you numskull, the code, the code, don’t drop anything--

The figure fumbled over their bags until a single finger snaked out towards the shining metal buttons that stood out against the weathered side of the of the old brick mansion that took up half the block. 

--there we go, 64729, yes now the handle, no!--

A thick folder smacked against the ground, and the  crouched awkwardly with their laden arms to reclaim it, turning enough that the streetlight gleamed off the smooth cheeks of the fresh-faced hero. 

When the door finally slammed shut behind them, Henchman dropped her focus, and the chaotic thoughts faded into the quiet buzzing of a trapped fly. 

Four weeks of nightly surveillance, and she finally had the last code they needed. 

Her pen scratched across the inside of her wrist. 64729. 

As the minutes turned to hours, she let her eyes close and her mind wander. He wouldn’t want to wait, not with the XX approaching, Everything else was already in place. Tomorrow, the wait would be over. 

The sky was two shades lighter when the door finally opened again. 

The figure reimerged, hands empty, and darted to their car, head ducked and eyes scanning the shadows. 

The red tail lights were still visible when Henchman blinked, and he was beside her, the driver's door already clicking shut. 

His thoughts hummed, flying by like a bullet train, smooth and blurred like they always were. “You got it?” It was more a statement than a question, and Henchman pressed her lips together to keep from beaming at the unspoken praise. 

“I got it,” she confirmed, twisting her arm to show him the numbers on her wrist. 

This thoughts zoomed, as fast as he was, until the train slowed into a single track of a toy train running circles under a tree as he caught her hand and slowly kissed the inside of her wrist. 

Genius, brilliant talent, indispensable. 

Henchman was glad for the shadows that kept the heat in her cheeks hidden. 

When his mind raced, it was like a override channel, white noise she could focus on to tune out the chaos of the crowds around her. 

But she loved even more the rich texture of his mind when he slowed down and his thoughts turned to appreciation. His praises never failed to make her melt. 

“You’re incredible, H.” 

She barely stopped herself from responding with “No you are.” It would have been too corny, and unnecessary. Villain was a genius, and he knew it. 

His thoughts picked up again, flying by but at a pace she could follow. A silver keypad, a brick hallway, a gleaming brass safe. His forehead brushed her as his thoughts slowed to a stop as the safe swung open and revealed their treasure. 

She looked into his dark scheming eyes, so close to hers. 

“Tomorrow?” 

Villain smiled the wicked smile she loved so much, and, in her mind, he leaned forward an inch until their lips finally met. 

He sat back into his seat, already running through the plan again. 

“Tomorrow.” 

-------

Hurry, hurry we’re going to be late!

Two cappuccinos, one americano, one diet americano, three blacks, two chai-- no three? Was it two? Mia, Thomas, Mindy? Did she have one?? Who am I missing-- 

Four blocks down and take a left--

I should have picked the black shoes, I can already feel the blisters forming. 

Can I just quit and sell books online? I don’t want to people today… 

Get out of the way you moron it looks like rain twelve dozen is not enough cute dog there she is I want oh sorry they’re calling again now please sweaters work open mine stopmyturnclosebootslatepeopleparkwalkinggo--

“Henchman.”

Large hands dropped on her shoulders, and the flood of voices disappeared as the purring hum of thoughts wrapped around her. 

Villain slid one hand down her shaking arms to grasp her hand. 

“Henchman.” 

At the second time, she looked up at him. 

“You can do this. Twenty minutes and we will be back at base.” 

Base. Headquarters. Safety. Home. 

The sanctuary Villain had made for her where no other minds could drown out her own. 

Henchman turned back to the street crowded with light and people. So different from its quiet shadows of the night. 

“Henchman.” 

She pulled her eyes back to Villain. “Six minutes of focus, and then it will be over.” His hand on her shoulder tightened. “Six minutes, just like we practiced.” 

She forced a swallow and a nod. 

His mind ran through the plan once more, and she did her best to follow as the voices pressed against her. 

When Villain was satisfied she wasn’t going to fall apart, he released her and stepped back. 

“We’ll just walk down the street like a happy couple and slip inside.” 

The nod came easier this time. It was an image she often pictured. 

The hand that was still wrapped around hers shifted until their fingers were intertwined, and her heart stuttered as he pulled her out of the alley and into the stream of pedestrians. 

The warmth of it occupied her mind until Villain pulled her to an abrupt halt and before she’d registered they’d stopped, the door was open and they were slipping into the narrow brick hallway. 

Henchman lost track of the turns as Villain pulled her through the labyrinth of hallways. 

Using the humming of his thoughts as a buffer as she used her powers to avoid guards and patrons as he dragged her through the repurposed mansion. 

Three minutes and fourth two seconds since they left the safety of the alley, they came to a stop in front of a wide mahogany door. 

Villain picked the lock in the blink of an eye. His hand on the handle, he turned back to her. 

Henchman shook her head. 

No minds were present behind that door. 

The safe was covered by the painting behind the desk. A cheap imitation of a Monet that was worth less than the gaudy frame that held it. 

Henchman dropped into the leather desk chair with a sigh of relief as Villain went to work at the safe.

The whirring of the safe handle was the only sound as Henchman shuffled through the desk drawers, pocketing a golden hilted letter opener and a ruby crusted pennant ring. 

Leaning back in the chair, she enjoyed the pillowing cushion of silence that eased the pounding headache that was building behind her eyes. 

Through the window she heard a dog barking and the distant echo of a siren. 

Henchman sat up with a jolt as the final tumbler dropped into place and the door to the safe creaked open. 

“Wait!” 

A cloud of mist exploded from the safe; her warning too little, too late. 

Henchman doubled over as the tear gas burned her eyes. The door they’d closed behind them slammed open, and the flood of mind-voices returned like a tidal wave. 

A room that blocked out the thoughts of others. Oh how foolish she’d been. Villain had created for her just such a space. 

The voices crested with the throbbing in her head that had returned tenfold.  

The loudest of the voices was filled with derision. 

“Did you really think we were such fools?” 

A hand on her shoulder. 

She ignored the judgment in the hero’s question and looked up at her partner in crime. His eyes were creased with regret. 

Villain. 

It was as if he was the one reading her mind this time. 

His thoughts were a jumbled mess. A ten lane freeway rather than a bullet train. 

Analyzing all the possibilities. 

But Henchman already knew the answer. 

He’d come back for her. 

She lifted her hand to his on her shoulder. 

“Run.”

The song for this prompt was Partner in Crime by Madilyn Mai

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#songsandwords #hero x villain #villain x henchman #song prompts #writeblr #writing community #writers of tumblr #creative writing #snippet #hero x villain community #am I posting this with fifteen minutes to spare #yes #yes I am #it wouldnt be me if I hadn't procrastinated it until the last minute guys

[amaritheartist]

If Kayne Malevolent and Caine TADC swapped places, I think that the first thing they'd change is the swear filter.

#the digital circus gang wouldn't last fifteen minutes #but at least kayne could probably make an exit if he felt like it #amari's arbitrary articulations #malevolent #malevolent podcast #kayne malevolent #tadc caine #caine tadc #tadc #the amazing digital circus

[engie-the-profit]

ive seen this movie twice and im about to watch it again... the brain rot is so real

#fnaf movie #my art #fnaf movie spoilers #fuck this movie is so good. like its not good but its so good yknow #peak mid!! best 7/10 movie ive ever seen! #im already so excited for the next one #fuck #i need to draw um. ness ehehee #and i need to learn how to draw the animatronics because i love them but im not great at suggesting 3d space in my art #so that will be my next challenge #AND I NEED TO DRAW SPRINGTRAP RAAAAGHHH HE WAS SO GOOD im so mad he was only in like the last fifteen minutes #fnaf #bonnie the bunny #freddy fazbear #chica the chicken #foxy the pirate #golden freddy #vanessa #mike schmidt #springtrap #abby schmidt #cupcake

[kamari2038]

Now that I've *mostly* cleared my head, A FEW THOUGHTS:

(1) Hank is really frickin’ passionate about the deviant cause. When Connor LETS HIM DIE to try and save the deviants, he’s mildly pissed but they’re still friends. But when my man is just DOING HIS JOB AND TRYING TO SAVE HUMANITY, Hank is not only aggressive, but so hostile that Connor can BEG FOR HIS LIFE, try to reason with him, point out the irony of believing all androids are alive yet still denying Connor’s personhood, but if Connor doesn’t have the heart to murder Hank first, then Hank will DANGLE AND THEN DROP HIM OFF THE EDGE OF A BUILDING EVEN IF HE LITERALLY SAVED HANK’S LIFE MULTIPLE TIMES EARLIER IN THE GAME (which is that much more traumatizing for my head canon of this Connor, which is that it took him an unusually long time to die after falling from the rooftop in hostage)

(2) Hank must fully expect that Connor is secretly a deviant and send him to Jericho with the full expectation that Connor will join the deviants, because otherwise this scene makes no dang sense.

Y’all, I still love Hank, but I am PISSED OFF about this. Just a reminder that he’s still only human and kind of messed up, I guess. Clancy Brown scares the SHIT out of me now. That look of helplessness and betrayal on Connor's face as he's held on by his coat above the ledge will haunt me forever.

#I spent like five hours making all these posts because I needed to get it out of my system #I'm so emotionally affected by this plus the coffee I drank to work on my final paper #I couldn't sleep for more than fifteen minutes last night #put that off until pulling an all nighter until the deadline at 8am because I HAD to do this first #oops #dbh connor rk800 #dbh connor #detroit become human #dbh spoilers #dbh hank #dbh hank anderson #connor and hank

[asachuu]

Now that Arthur’s design in the Fifteen manga…well…exists and is quite immovable from this fandom, I’ve decided to simply use it as an excuse to draw more versions of messed up Arthur designs. I mean, what else am I supposed to do?

Some say, if you can’t beat them, join them, but I’d say I’m more just using the opportunity to shamelessly create more edgy designs on the basis of one from an “official” BSD content source. I’m…certainly far from joining whatever was the original thought behind this, that’s for sure.

On another note, not to get anyhow personal on the main blog, but I’ve been in a quite miserable state of not being able to draw absolutely anything for a very long time now, but I found out how to use this artstyle by chance, and…it almost feels as though someone threw my lost inspiration back at me, so perhaps I’ll be able to return here slightly more often for at least a while, I’m truly hoping for that. I really like the way it looks and it’s not anyhow tiring or very time-consuming for me, which are all things I’ve been missing, and honestly, I’d be quite content with just some silly doodles nowadays instead of full pieces, so this will do more than fine.

Anyhow…that aside, for those curious, these were all just little designs I came up with on a whim, nothing somehow elaborately planned or thought out. My personal favorite is the one in the top left corner, I’m almost tempted to reuse it someday…but for what, I wonder?

#art #my art #rkgk #bungou stray dogs #bsd fanart #bsd fifteen #bsd arthur rimbaud #randou #asachuu #I’m being serious when I say this artstyle is saving me #I feel like I’ve risen from the dead over here #hopefully it won’t last me five minutes only

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

the way i literally could not eat dinner. i am too excited to function

#I!!! FEEL!!! PHYSICALLY!!! ILL!!!! #LETS GO LETS GO #i am high fiving All Of You right now #i have been jumping and punching the air for the last hour #FUCK! YEAH! LETS! GO! #absolutely unprompted #FIFTEEN MINUTES BABESSSSSSSS

[kadkakiss]

I wonder in what world we would be living if DT let that fucking tear fall. I fucking wonder.

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #aziracrow #good omens 2 #ineffable husbands #good omens 3 #ineffable divorce #those last fifteen minutes. #good omens 2 finale

[mattodore]

bites them

#river dipping #ts4 #theodore doe #matthias evanoff #echthroi #i drafted that last post like fifteen minutes ago so don't be fooled. my game did NAWT load up that quickly #but anyway . this is the light grey blue one...................... WELL........ it was MEANT to be blue... this is definitely purple #this is about to be a thread of me testing out the recolors kjnhkdgh

[willowser]

the tag “he’s not having sex!!” is killing me im trying so hard to keep it together in this coffee shop rn trying not to cackle

also yeah dabi probably considered the time that you helped him take a fully clothed shower (because he wasnt comfortable at the moment even if he was by himself to be naked) to be third base. maybe even a home run idk

LMAOOO okay okay, not to get on a serious note, but your shower bit 🥺 i genuinely think dabi would be so, so fun for friends to lovers. because a totally platonic relationship with him must be hilarious; this man is a smart ass, okay? he will always have you cracking up. and i think if he views you as just some acquaintance of his, he's more prone to like. just chatting with you or shooting the shit or drinking or walking around at all hours of the night when neither of you can sleep. it's not until things start to get a little...softer, i think, that he pulls back—but that's what makes it so good !

because it could come out of nowhere, for either of you. one minute you're sharing a bottle in a brown paper bag under the bright city lights, talking shit about pro heroes, and the next—

"fuck, i'm freezing." you laugh as you say it, but your teeth won't stop chattering and your legs are starting to feel like they're made of lead. you have to come to a stop, leaning against some abandoned shop in this lesser part of town.

"should'a dressed right," dabi murmurs, having the audacity to tell you such a thing even though he's in pants with holes in the knees, without a jacket. already he sounds like he's sobering up, but you suppose he can't help it; his metabolism probably eats through everything.

"can't all be so h-hot-blooded."

tired, his mouth stretches in a lazy smirk, and he rolls his eyes like you're being dramatic—despite the fact that it's snowing. "ain't that bad."

you beg to differ. "feel my hands!"

he watches you carefully as you offer them, like he's putting too much thought into it, suddenly. it's not often that you two really touch, not if he can help it, because there's never been a need. not before now.

the facade of his nonchalance is readjusted, though there's a tension lining his mouth that you've never seen on him, not with you. he tucks the bag underneath his armpit so that he can use both his hands, and then he folds your fingers down into fists and covers them with his own.

entirely, the long and rough expanse of his palms dwarfing you. it's hot, immediately, and the sensation has you shuddering in relief, letting out a grateful little sound as your body sways closer to his on instinct. neither of you say anything, and you're too tipsy too notice the grit of his jaw or the bob of his adam's apple.

been a long time since he touched someone, just 'cause. with the intention of helping instead of harming.

you don't care, only let out another teeth chattering whine before pressing your cheek into the back of his hand. yours is icy, but his own heat at the sight of you nuzzling into him like a fucking kitten.

it's weird, but only lasts for a moment before you're pulling away and turning to wobble down the sidewalk, back in the direction of the hideout. you almost slip once and the screech you let out is enough to make you both laugh, for now—but neither of you will be able to sleep tonight without thinking about it, his skin against yours.

#i just want to love him PLEASE 😭 #i cam absolutely picture you both coming back one night after having had too much to drink #and you know how you come up with all these shitty dumb plans when you're wasted ?? and they all sound like a good idea in the moment #flash forward fifteen minutes and you are both tumped over in the shower LAUGHING #his hair dye is washing out and staining your clothes and his and you're like YOU'RE SO DIRTY. LEMME WASH YOUR HAIR #and he's like FUCK OFF DON'T TOUCH ME #but you're both just playfully fighting with each other #and then you actually DO wash his hair and he's just kind of. subdued. letting you. #bc when was the last time someone did this for him ?? #BYE BYE 🥺🥺 #this is definitely a home run in his book LMAOOOO #✿ willow writes #✿ ask willow #✿ thoughts: dabi/touya

[retro-memo]

I've just finished season 2 of Link Click and I'm unwell

#link click #IF I HAD A NICKEL FOR A SHOW THAT DROPPED A MASSIVE FUCKING BOMB ON MY HEAD IN THE LAST FIFTEEN MINUTES #MOSTLY AROUND A DUDE WITH DARK HAIR AND A BLONDE I'D HAVE TWO NICKELS #WHICH IS WAY TOO FUCKING MANY #I'M #WHAT THE FUCK I'M #AHHHHHH

[dirt-str1der]

I had a weird dream the other night

#Listen to my problems #we had just found out on the news that a huge meteor was going to hit us and there was nothing we could do about it but enjoy the next two #minutes of our lives. my childhood best friend was just telling me about how shes never had strawberries dipped in chocolate so i #rushed home to prepare some. i could see a bunch of them outside the window dragging a couch out to watch the meteor as it fell #and i kept looking up nervously as i made it and in the final fifteen seconds i rushed out laughing in apology and thrust the bowl into her #hands and she made space for me on the couch with all our other friends and i fed her two and gobbled one down myself #they tasted pretty bad but we were both laughing about it and i fed her the last one #my fingers were pressed to her lips and they were so soft and the heat from the comet was practically boiling us and everything was cast in #orange and yellow and i pushed her against the sofa and hugged her and smeared the melted chocolate on her face and kissed her #we looked at each other grinning like crazy and she said thanks for the chocolates. and i was like :') and then it hit us #so what was that all about ?

[zukkaoru]

okay gang buckle up i need to speedread two bsd light novels before the end of the day tomorrow. block the grace reads bsd tag if you don't want to deal with any of the impending liveblog 👍

#i COULD skip fifteen and just read sb but.. that's no fun #thankfully i have lots of practice reading things quickly bc i did most of my reading assignments in college at the last minute #anyway let's go #hello grace here #grace reads bsd