We Manifest Til Death

RAAHH 🗣️🗣️

Mobscollace for the soul...gay boys save me...save me gay boys...

DCA fandom right now

MICHAEL WHAT R U DOING IN DETROIT

Will Wood will name a song something like "7esticular 7ortion / Why Do I Cry Myself To Sleep (JFK is in Amongus)" and it'll be one of the greatest songs you've ever heard with a 3-minute-long piano solo

uh oh

UH OH

The struggle is real 😔

i will guzzle his balls

i could always rely on you, you could always rely on me

crowley avoiding the bookshop like it's consecrated ground is definitely one of my favourite options for how he deals with the break-up but have you considered the opposite?

he returns to tell muriel how to take care of it (don't sell books, get rid of customers, dust, drink tea, read, nothing else), and then he sinks back into his chair. it is still in the same spot as he put it while waiting for aziraphale to return, still catches as much of the sunlight throughout the day as possible, still smells like earl grey, and vanilla, and a hint of cinnamon.

still smells like his angel.

crowley sits down, takes off his shades and leaves them in their usual spot, and then he allows his human form to fade away until a smaller version of the serpent of eden is curled up on the cushions.

muriel knows, of course they do, and as their time on earth forces them to mature like it does with any celestial being staying for an extended amount of time, they ache for crowley. they make sure he's warm and protected, and that is all they really can do.

he doesn't quite sleep, it's more of a hibernation or whatever imitation he can manage, and he waits. maybe it's stupid, maybe it's hopeless, maybe it is useless optimism, but he has to cling to the possibility of aziraphale coming back for him.

crowley dreams of eden. damp earth and lush plants, sweet fruit and humming insects, and an angel offering kindness to someone who fell from grace

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edit: continuation here

Neil Gaiman's favorite trope

Same thing different font