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does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver

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i’m in love with how you feel

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This is literally beetlebabes

Remus: Will you date me? Breathe if yes, recite the Bible in Japanese if no. Virgil: 初めに、神は天と地を創造されました。 Remus: What the…? Virgil: 地球は形もなく虚無であり、暗闇が深海の面を覆いました… Remus: Is that actually the Bible?! Virgil: …そして神の霊が水面の上に浮かんでいました。 Remus: And you stopped breathing, too?! Virgil: そして神は「光あれ」と言われました。 Remus: Christ, it would have been preferable for you to just have beaten me up and called me gay!

Unconsciously searching out each other’s hand while sleeping with platonic dukexiety?

When ur a cool, angsty teen but ur actually 35 years old

analogical because i love them

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Girl suffering mental illnesses and crippling loneliness: “I’m struggling bad but it’s definitely my fault actually, I just need to try harder somehow. I just need to find a way to try harder”

this poem is about being nonbinary.

vamp virge.. yum

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Running over the same old ground What have we found? The same old fears Wish you were here

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Witch one of your Sander Side AU's is your favorite

ik i havent drawn much of it- but i really dig the ones with like wings !!!! the wing aus !!!!! so heres a virgil with a w in  g- i havent rlly drawn anything for this au bc,,, i h8 drawing wings with a passion kms

you know how it is

virgil: hey logan, what do you think about (doctor who/space/chemistry/any of his other interests)

logan: *starts talking about it for at least an hour*

virgil, finding somewhere comfortable to sit: mm podcast

Virgil as a character is absolutely hilarious to me because this is a man who - if you stare into his eyes too long - you’ll experience the most mortifying existential dread in your life. He’s the physical manifestation of something so primal in the back of your mind, borne from millions of years of evolution. He alone terrifies you when there is nothing else that terrorizes you just to make sure you know he’s there.

And this is the same man that does Secret Santa with his friends, wears onesies, bickers like an angsty teen, and God forbid if he’ll ever correct a waitress if she got his order wrong.

Aziraphale’s phone rings.  He answers, expecting it to be Crowley.  But to his surprise, it’s a demon he’s never met.

“I’m Crowley’s replacement,” the demon says.  “He’s not done anything impressive lately, and Downstairs doesn’t like how ineffective he is at keeping you in line.  So now he’s shuffling paperwork and scooping up hellhound shit while I do his job for him.”

“Ah… I see,”  Aziraphale says icily.  “Well, I most assuredly do not look forward to working with you.”

The demon laughs.  “Feeling’s mutual.”

Twenty-four hours later, the demon is very surprised to find himself discorporated in his sleep.  He can’t explain what happened, he has absolutely no idea.

“Don’t let it happen again,” Beelzebub says, annoyed, and sends the demon back up.

After a mere three days, the demon ends up discorporated again.

A new replacement is sent up.  This one lasts for a week and a day.

A third replacement is sent up.  This one lasts for exactly four hours.

Three demons are sent up next time.  Two manage to stay alive for at least five months.  In that time, they botch four very important temptations, and the citizens of London inexplicably find their daily lives much improved in thousands of little ways.  Traffic and pollution are nonexistent, injury and illness are miraculously avoided.  Church attendance is up five hundred percent, and every politician and CEO is struck by the urge to donate as much money as possible to charity.  There’s a general feeling of contentedness and goodwill in the air that wasn’t there before.  It feels downright heavenly.

Suddenly, Beelzebub is having a very hard time finding anyone to take Crowley’s post.  Bribes and threats make no difference.  The rumors have spread and only grown more disturbing in the telling.  Not one demon is willing to go up there and face the cold, calculated, merciless wrath of the angel known as Aziraphale.

Crowley absolutely loses it when someone gets around to telling him.  “Y’know, I could’ve warned you,” he says gleefully.  “Been working with him for thousands of years.  I know exactly how much of a bastard he can be.”

After running the numbers and seeing how many souls they’ve lost to Heaven in the past year, Beelzebub gives up and concludes that trying to replace Crowley is a massive waste of resources Hell can’t afford.

After one year, Aziraphale receives another phone call.  He answers, with bated breath, and nearly shouts for joy when he hears a familiar voice.

“Hi, angel.  Lunch on me?”

can we please just imagine aziraphale going absolutely feral after they told heaven and hell where to shove it, like-

he is feral, but in his victorian-ghost-in-your-childhood-bedroom feral. he’s not the type to take crowley to bed after 6000 years of pining. he will court him, and i’m talking full wooing manoeuvres like god intended. for years he’s been on the receiving end of all these acts of service, now he’s releasing centuries of pent up romance. 

he’ll get crowley flowers every damn time they go out. he’ll find the nicest restaurants with the best wines, and he’ll pay every single meal. he’ll shower the poor demon in gifts and affection, though he’ll avoid most physical contact driving crowley absolutely crazy. he’ll offer him his arm when walking, and his coat when it rains or when it’s a bit too cold. he’ll be straight out of How To Be The Perfect Gentleman 101.

meanwhile, crowley will discorporate once a week out of frustration or embarrassment. though he complains out loud about having to walk with aziraphale’s jacket, he’ll secretly love it, because that’s just how he is.

i need aziraphale going bonkers with courtship rituals y’all.

“Living weapon” covers a lot and all of it is hot

The best ever episode of catfish

If you were in charge of Brazil, what would be your policies?

everybody has to come to brazil

he fucking killed the other guy

check out this periodic table

experiment drawing in photoshop