SALVATION

𝐢𝐧  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭  𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 – 𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰  𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭  𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝  𝐛𝐞  𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲  𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡  𝐭𝐨  𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞  𝐲𝐨𝐮 ,     by  sabs .

[crowily-archived]

I     AM     EDEN.     GOD’S     GRAND     GARDEN;     𝙰𝙱𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙾𝙽𝙴𝙳,     𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙶𝙾𝚃𝚃𝙴𝙽.

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[fourthseal]

“And when the Lamb opened the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth beast say, come and see. and I looked, and behold a pale horse:                        and it’s riders name was Death”

                                              written by dee / promo credit 

[aezira-blog]

𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦  𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡  𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬  𝐢𝐬  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞  𝐭𝐨𝐨  𝐟𝐚𝐫  𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 :   the  problem  with  crowley  is  that  they  seem  to  be ,   also ,   often  too  far  away  for  aziraphale  to  reach .   it  is  not  a  matter  of  space ,   not  physical ,   but  rather  a  combination  of  this  millennia – year – old  fight  between  sides  and  the  fear  of  what  might  happen  if  he  touches  (  would  his  fingers  burn?   would  his  soul  be  damned?  )  .   his  fingers  have  brushed  it ,  skin  to unholy skin ,  a  briefcase – full  of  books  the  excuse .   they  say  ‘  lift  home?  ’  and  aziraphale  takes  the  opportunity  even  though  he  doesn’t  technically  need  a  ride  and  home  is  hardly  that  crowed  bookshop  of  old  editions .  

❛  oh ,   perhaps  we  should  have  dinner first?  my  treat . ❜   something  familiar ,   yes ,   something  sacred  too .   the  sharing  of  a  meal  in  the  same  way  one  shares  their  space  ,   the  nooks  and  crannies  of  the  self .   this  is  something  aziraphale  knows  intimately ,   like  comforting  silence  and  their  agreement ,   like  looking  the  other  way  and  pretending  there’s  true  antagonism  between  them  instead  of  a  friendship  that  goes  back  to  the  beginning  of  everything . 

@crowily  /  you ask and i deliver

[aezira-blog]

his  hands  hardly  shook  at  all  as  he  laid  it  down  on  a  bench ,   pulled  on  a  pair  of  surgical  rubber  gloves  and  opened  it  reverentially .   𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐚𝐧  𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 ,   𝐛𝐮𝐭  𝐡𝐞  𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨  𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐝  𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 .  

[aezira-blog]

sometimes you just have to,,,,,,,, listen to take me to church,,,,,,, remember what it’s like to be holy,,,,,,,,,, and calm down,,,,,,,,

[resours]

a   sentence   starter   inspired   by   the   book    “ THE GOLDFINCH ”     written   by   american   writer  donna   tartt.  

i personally have never drawn such a sharp line between ‘good’ and ‘bad’ as you.

i think this goes more to the idea of ‘relentless irony’ than ‘divine providence.

nature, meaning death, always wins.

stay away from the ones you love too much, those are the ones who will kill you.

sometimes we want what we want even if we know it’s going to kill us.

it is a glory and a privilege to love what death doesn’t touch.

living things don’t last—it’s all temporary. 

we don’t get to choose our own hearts.

we don’t get to choose the people we are.

we are so customed to disguise ourselves to others that, in the end, we become disguised to ourselves.

what if one happens to be possessed of a heart that can’t be trusted ?

beauty alters the grain of reality.

fate is cruel but maybe not random.

here’s the truth: life is a catastrophe.

better never born, than born into this cesspool.

it’s our task to immerse ourselves in life.

none of us ever find enough kindness in the world, do we ?

this is a plunge encompassing sorrow and revulsion far beyond personal.   

why do i care about all the wrong things, and nothing at all for the right ones ?

how can i see so clearly that everything i love or care about is illusion, and yet all that’s worth living for lies in that charm ?

there’s no truth beyond illusion.

we looked at each other like two animals meeting at twilight.

caring too much for objects can destroy you.

i felt like a stray dog hungry for affection.

when we are sad it can be comforting to cling to familiar objects,  to the things that don’t change.

the pursuit of pure beauty is a trap. 

the stars are beautiful because of the space between them. 

beauty has to be wedded to something more meaningful.

[aezira-blog]

xenoqueenie‌:

when ur talking abt headcanons w/ ur friend and they start typing for a really long time

[argumate]

hey babe did it hurt when you fell from heaven? it did huh, emotionally, right I get that, because of the– yeah the irreconcilable separation from goodness as a result of a single decision that can never be undone or atoned for, uh huh, sounds rough

[goodnightmemes]

CONSTANTINE (2005) SENTENCE STARTERS

❛ Keeps the voices out so I can sleep. ❜

❛ You ever think if you told me more now that maybe I could help out? ❜

❛ You mustn’t let your faith be overshadowed by guilt. ❜

❛ I already know exactly where I’m going. ❜

❛ You don’t need to see this, okay? No. ❜

❛ Yeah, well, I know a guy who knows a guy. ❜

❛ Well, I could offer something about how a shepherd leads even the most wayward of his flock, but it might sound disingenuous. ❜

❛ God was the only one she ever believed loved her. ❜

❛ You still trying to buy your way into heaven? ❜

❛ I never asked to see. I was born with this curse. ❜

❛ Everything you’ve ever done, you’ve only ever done for yourself. ❜

❛ I thought I heard thunder last night. Must have been Satan’s stomach growling. ❜

❛ You’re the one soul he’d come up here himself to collect. ❜

❛ Something’s coming. ❜

❛ You know the rules of my house. While here, you will abide by them. ❜

❛ I know the circles you travel in. The occult, demonology, exorcisms. ❜

❛ What if I told you that God and the devil made a wager, a kind of standing bet for the souls of all mankind? ❜

❛ Well, this has been real educational, but I don’t believe in the devil. ❜

❛ If this is some kind of spell or something, don’t you need candles and a pentagram for it to work? ❜

❛ Officially, I was dead for two minutes. ❜

❛ Take it from me, two minutes in hell is a lifetime. ❜

❛ Heaven and hell are right here. Behind every wall, every window. The world behind the world, and we’re smack in the middle. ❜

❛ I call it hypocritical bullshit. ❜

❛ I guess God has a plan for all of us. ❜

❛ God’s a kid with an ant farm, lady. He’s not planning anything. ❜

❛ I know you’ve never had much faith, you’ve never had much reason to, but that doesn’t mean that we don ’t have faith in you. ❜

❛ You don’t wanna know what’s out there, trust me. ❜

❛ I don’t need another ghost following me. ❜

❛ You do this, there’s no turning back. ❜

❛ So do I have to take the rest of my clothes off, or can I leave them on? ❜

❛ Someone was here. ❜

❛ "Stay in the car.“ "Wait here.” Men. ❜

❛ By the way, you have to ask for absolution to be forgiven, asshole. ❜

❛ Have you lost what little mind you have? ❜

❛ You’re the only one still playing by the rules, [name]. And while you’ve been imitating Switzerland, people are dying. ❜

❛ Consider it a last request. ❜

❛ Look, [name], no offense, I just don’t think that it’s a great idea, you know, you going on a solo mission to save the world. That’s my vote. ❜

❛ It’s not always like it is in the books. ❜

❛ Your ego is astounding. ❜

❛ It’s only in the face of horror that you truly find your nobler selves. ❜

❛ I’ll bring you pain. I’ll bring you horror. So that you may rise above it. ❜

❛ I’ve got a whole theme park full of red delights for you. ❜

❛ I didn’t think you would make the same mistake twice. ❜

❛ This world is mine. In time. ❜

❛ I do miss the old names. ❜

❛ Looks like somebody doesn’t have your back anymore. ❜

❛ You will live. ❜

❛ Hide it. Somewhere no one will ever be able to find it. Not even me. ❜

❛ Always a catch. ❜

❛ I’ve got some cleaning up to do. ❜

❛ Like the book says, He works His work in mysterious ways. ❜

[aezira-blog]

QUICK who wants a starter now that i’m actually using my laptop 

[aezira-blog]

things aziraphale likes besides books and crowley :  paint restoration,  card making,  knitting,  collecting tiny spoons from different eras + parts of the world, those little sculptures old ladies sometimes have in their homes

[unwest-deactivated20191211]

deadlcrd‌:

unwest‌:

unwest‌:

hey so writteninthestcrs / hookblooded is/was @ seanceisms who was called out alongside a few others for writing & vehemently Defending writing incest in the tua rpc. they also shipped with a Five who is portrayed by a 15 y.o. under the defense that the person was using an older fc. so yeah, that’s why they have in their rules “if you are a sjw, if you don’t think people can write what they want no matter what it is, if you think it’s okay to call out people based on fictional ships or fictional writing, do not follow me. this is not the blog for you. i will block you.”

edit: Snow also adamantly defends shipping minors with adults under the guise that “it’s just fiction” and will lash out at you if you dare to make your dash a safe space free of pedophilia.   they also run the blog @ devianttm        edit: they also run @ abusemade

in this doc i’m gonna add some screenshots taken from snow’s blogs  &  a dis.cord conversation provided by gemini in which snow defended  /  attempted to define what wouldn’t make someone a “pedophile”

**Update. After reviewing the google doc I want to add that Terror has also been participating in this behavior and encouraging writing underage smut. THE GOOGLE DOC HAS BEEN UPDATED WITH TERROR DEFENDING PEDOPHILIA, INCEST, AND WRITING SMUT ON DANNY PHANTOM. Terror and Snow are taking advantage of CSA survivors in the rpc by writing out their fantasies. Their server mentioned on Snow’s blog is also home to many people who have been called out on racism, incest, pedophilia, and abusive behavior. 

Things they might say: YOU ARE POLICING THE CONTENT ON MY BLOG! Answer: We are allowed to warn people of the content that you participate in. If you want to write that, go ahead, but do not demonize people for protecting minors. There is a DIFFERENCE between “aw these two teens dating are cute” and writing detailed graphic sex on them. Things they might say: THIS IS HOW I COPE! Answer: Maybe look at alternative coping mechanisms. Do not enter fandoms friendly to minors for your kinks. Things they might say: THEN JUST BLOCK AND MOVE ON! Answer: People have, and you lash out like it is a personal offence, hating them for it. And then you enter into fandoms to write out your kinks.  Things defenders might say: PEOPLE CAN CHANGE Answer: Unfortunately, no. These two have been doing this for years and have been spoken to OOC about this many times in private. They have taken advantage of an environment of how tumblr used to be. Every time they are called out, they martyr themselves and make themselves into poor victims. 

RPC, please be warned about these two. You can make the decision to interact or not, but please stay safe. Please do not send anon hate or try to engage. Block and move on. They will use this as a platform to martyr themselves on. Do not hover on their blogs. 

 Terror - cursedempathy, ruintint, halfafreak, indifferentinu, defaultwrong, malfodd, darkbleeds, devialive, fightheart, antovch, magictaint  Snow - devianttm, abusemade, hookblooded, writteninthestcrs, seanceisms and probably more im tired at this point 

reblogging this because there are more screencaps of snow from back in january,  in which they defend writing rape / pedophilia / incest by claiming that they have always been about “freedom of writing.”  Please do not go after this person to send anon hate or to engage with them.  block  &  avoid.

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Chelsea Hodson, from Tonight I’m Someone Else: Essays; “The End Of Longing,”

[affectionsuggestion]

Tell me about the book you’re reading while I kiss your neck

[aezira-blog]

uwu??? what’s this??

[aezira-blog]

@crowily :   “i fucked up.” U W U .  from here .

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 ,  𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐧’𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞 ,  𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐭 and biting into an apple could cast you out of paradise  ,  aziraphale had had that same thought :  i fucked up .  a lost flaming sword ,  the look of surprise in fire – yellow eyes ,  you what?  would – be – crowley had asked ,  and aziraphale sputtered ,  i gave it away .  he’d worried ,  time and time again ,  but his act of kindness ,  his mistake ,  had gone unnoticed .  an angel can’t do the wrong thing ,  then ,  just as a demon can’t do the right one .  it’s simple .  (  things were never simple .  they’d stopped being simple when he’d raised one white wing to shelter the enemy from the rain ,  to hide them from the heavens  ) .

this millennia – old instinct itches ,  hiding just under the epidermis ,  where he can’t scratch it until it’s gone .  what did you do?  what was so bad that stained your wings and tore your halo?  humans share the instinct of their ancestors to know ,  to taste ,  and aziraphale shares the instinct of his six thousand year old self to wonder ,  silently ,  how  —  why someone  (  no ,  not someone :  crowley ,  with soft fingers that pluck prophecy books from the rubble and with a kind heart that makes previously – paint bullets miss every time  )  deserves to be a demon .

there ,  right where his useless heart resides ,  another itch lays exposed for everyone to see ,  the need to push the line of crowley’s jaw to the dip of his shoulder and say it doesn’t matter ,  it’s going to be okay ,  i promise .  (  he scratches when soft fingers brush his in a destroyed church and he scratches when the people outside turn out to be alive ,  improper weapons turned obsolete .  he presses nails against skin when crowley calls and says aziraphale ,  it’s me like one would do to a mosquito bite after trying to find it for a few hundred years  ) .  he doesn’t scratch ,  here .  no ,  aziraphale hums thoughtfully and pats their forearm ,  plenty of fabric to cover the skin .  he can’t deal with this ,  the thought of angels and demons and the space in between ,  crammed with wonder .  they are not hereditary enemies when they share a meal ,  when they sit at the back of aziraphale’s bookshop like two parallel lines ,  always in the same plane but never intersecting .  never touching .

❛  what did you do?  it can’t be that bad ,  i  —  oh ,  you know what i mean .  ❜  and that’s the thing .  the problem ,  where everything started :  aziraphale had put his wing up like one might saunter into consecrated ground ,  saying one thing and meaning anther ,  but always knowing what it means .  here ,  with the beginning and the almost – end of times as only a memory ,  aziraphale says ,  ❛  whatever it is ,  we’ll fix it  —  we stopped armageddon ,  i’m sure we’ll manage .  ❜  like one might say something different ,  and hopes they know what it means .

[wholeheartedsuggestions]

i swear if someone referred to me as “my love” i’d prolly die on the spot