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Welcome to the end times 🥂🥹
Love how easily you can guess what's going on.
the "I have a brilliant idea and I'm so excited about it"
and the "that idea is terrible, I hate it, but I love you so I'm gonna go with it anyway"
Im so not ready for tomorrow
guys I’m so fucking scared
Jesus seems so nice and sweet and is literally so perfect, just already radiating that quiet love and compassion and still anxious for his big second coming and oh my god (quite litterally) I love him so much already i want to hug him
No but seriously, THIS is what I imagine when I think of jesus
AND HE ISNT WHITE THANKS GOD
(wording by @hyperfixating-rn-brb because I couldn't find better words im so hyped)
I LOVE THIS CASTING
Prolly a little bit of an over used meme but Imma use it anyways
I had to...
Why don't you ask your friend to help?
insane face card for a dumpster snake
ARE YALL SEEING WHAT IM SEEING, LOOK AT HER‼️
They are so married here! I can’t.
Have I watched those two seconds too many times since the trailer came out ? YES
Do I care ! NO
put this on my gravestone when i cease
It’s not home without you.
happy valentine's day!
hope you all got your beloved ones some demonic nice flowers (if they're not allergic!) or treated them with homemade sweets (coco cacao brownies are good, i heard)
why not celebrate this day with a nice v-day fic!
💕wanna be with you everywhere💕
by moonyinpisces, aglaophonos with art from p_lumbum aka me!
I swear to god if Aziraphale and Crowley are turned human in S3 of good omens. I’ll be so mad 😭
they better do our angel and demon justice. and by that i mean immortal love in a cottage with a garden and built in library in south downs.
mmore of Hannibal
Sometimes I watch the show and try to think of Hannibal’s perspective and it’s a total trip. Like. Imagine you’ve been able to control and pick and choose your emotions and reactions your whole life, due to being somehow psychopath-adjacent. And the only time you couldn’t was when you were little with your baby sister, and it’s probable that as your brain matured, the possibility of feeling and forming connections like that dried up entirely. You read the psychiatric journals, and occasionally there’s something about a man who can connect with others so deeply he can become an echo of them. And then you meet this man, and he mocks your comment about eye contact while holding yours.
An understanding passes between both of you that you have hidden depths. Instead of killing him, you bring him breakfast, and make him dinner, and serve him drinks. Instead of being able to toy with his mind without a care, you think of him and your chest clenches, and your gut swoops, and his face and voice and his rude little barbs invade your mind like glittering parasites that you can’t remove. These feelings are alien, and they’re also yours. You know, deep down, why you’re letting him live, why you stare after him, why you toe the line of risking it all for him. But you don’t want to face it. It’s terrifying, this horizon of who you are and can be that looms before you with no choice of your own.
Framing him presents a convenient opportunity for ridding yourself of this thing he brings on in you, this total lack of control, this fever-dream surrender that breaches the walls of your mind and the tics and tells of your body so effortlessly— but you miss him. You don’t miss anyone, and the one person you do is more of an imago that never was able to grow into her own real person. But the you you’ve helplessly become certainly does. You’ve become an addict. You cannot let him rot when his presence gave your monochrome world color, you can’t quit the drug you’ve always shunned. This is all a devil’s bargain, certainly, but you’ve already damned yourself, and all that’s left to do is plunge further. Oh and by the way. The infuriating man in question looks like this:
Like okay then, good luck not having the crashout of the century 😭
The fact that he actually had the crashout of the century in Mizumono, which honestly was valid, btw. I mean, imagine that beautiful, infuriating man, the one you’ve stripped off every carefully tailored layer of your person suit for in hopes to be seen and understood made you feel betrayed. I’d lose my shit too. 😂
Remember babes! drink your water, take your meds, and eroticize the grotesque. 💘