Maria

Feminist. Psychology. Misanthrope.

[maycrofy]

[sweetpea67]

Why is everyone in Brooklyn 99 neurodivergent

[fathomlessthinker]

Is it just me or does María Zardoya (the marías) look a bit like Helly from Severance here? Not just the blue top but the hair also looks so similar😯

[liesandnights]

My only emotions are overwhelming, obsessive love, uncontrollable rage, unbearable pain or complete emptiness.

[laninfea]

“All sins are attempts to fill voids.”

— Simone Weil  (via lesgardenias)

[obsessivelollipoplalala]

Aziraphale and Crowley deserve thousands of years of disgustingly sweet domesticity and not being afraid of being together with no restrictions.

That's it, that's the post

[goodomensbutwrong]

Aziraphale: Damn, the power went out.

Crowley: Don’t worry, I got this.

Crowley: *shakes rapidly and starts to light up*

Aziraphale: What-?

Crowley: I swallowed a glow stick!

Aziraphale , on the verge of tears: WHY WOULD YOU-

[goodomensbutwrong]

Good Omens Season 3

Crowley: I wish I could help you, but I shorn’t.

Aziraphale: Crowley, please!

Crowley: What part of shorn’t don’t you understand?

[inprogress-predicament]

I want Crowley to meet Kilgrave.

Crowley I think is one of the only people I trust to deal with Kilgrave in the most perfect way.

[lovelyinspiration1463]

Somewhere in the Tennant-Verse #1

Crowley: So… who broke it? I’m not mad; I just wanna know.

Walt: I did. I broke-

Crowley, rolling his eyes: No - no, you didn’t. Campbell?

Campbell: Don’t look at me; look at Alec.

Alec: What? I didn’t break it!

Campbell: Huh, that’s weird. How’d you even know it was broken?

Alec: Because it’s sitting right in front of us, and it’s broken.

Campbell, eyeing him up and down: Suspicious.

Alec: No, it’s not!

The Doctor: If it matters - probably not - but Kilgrave was the last one to use it.

Kilgrave, offended: Liar! I don’t even drink that rubbish!

The Doctor: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?

Kilgrave: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles; everyone knows that, Doctor!

Walt: Okay, okay, let’s not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Crowley.

Crowley: No! Who broke it?

The Doctor: …Crowley, Phileas has been awfully quiet.

Phileas: Really?!

The Doctor: Uh, yeah, really!

*Chaotic bickering continues*

[Later]

Crowley, confessing to Simon: *smiles smugly* I broke it. It burned my hand, so I punched it.

[imgonnaragnorockurshit]

Malcom: Do you take constructive criticism?

Jessica: I only take cash or credit.

[queer-reader-07]

thinking about the fact that from a human’s perspective crowley is just some skinny middle aged goth dude with dyed red hair and a face tattoo who drives an almost hundred year old car to his complete opposite aesthetic boyfriend’s bookshop nearly every day. why? because he can, that’s why.

[crowleys-bentley-and-plants]

Crowley's 'i want you to be happy' means 'i want to get you away from the people who have hurt you' and Aziraphale's 'i want you to be happy' means 'i want to restore everything you've lost', and they both dont understand this isnt what will make the other happy

[wanderussy]

hey guys just finished uh good omens uh I'm feeling a little um er the emotions are uh starts sobbing and screaming

[thelilylav]

Aziraphale is the most character ever. He ran out of ideas so he declared war on hell. He canonically says fuck. His favourite colour is yellow. He’s literally an angel and can speak every language on earth but still isn’t fluent in french. He told his boyfriend to shoot him for his magic act and made him go through with it when their miracles weren’t working. He gave away his flaming sword and then lied about it for the next 6000 years. He has a bookshop that never sells books. No one’s doing it like him.

[azfellandco]

It's about Crowley bearing witness to Aziraphale's desire, about the way that desire is animal and visceral and enormous and terrifying*. And about how Crowley sees that and wants it. Crowley offers the ox rib and watches Aziraphale eat because eating provides them no sustenance, it's purely for pleasure, sensual, selfish. And Crowley introduces Aziraphale to this, and thousands of years later still takes obvious pleasure in feeding Aziraphale, in watching him eat. In watching Aziraphale's pleasure.

And I think it's significant the things we see Crowley put into his body in s2, and why: six shots of espresso, as something bracing before seeing what it is that made Aziraphale call him in his "something's wrong" tone; whiskey, because he has to give Aziraphale some bad news; wine, because they "might as well get comfortable" during the storm coming down on Job, after Aziraphale learns that Crowley is actually pretty unhappy with Job's suffering; and poison, to dispose of it so Elspeth (or Wee Morag, I've fogotten which is which) doesn't die. Crowley doesn't take Aziraphale's "something that calms you down", only consumes things that not only don't bring him pleasure but are an attempt to prevent pain. Crowley, who introduced Aziraphale to this important physical, sensual, selfish pleasure, denies it to himself. He denies himself the eccles cakes, he denies himself partaking in food, and he denies himself Aziraphale.

And we see throughout the rest of the season other things he's denying himself: the comfort and safety of a home in the bookshop in favor of the mobility and ready-made escape of living in the Bentley, the surety of saying what he really means during the confession. He cannot bring himself to admit what he wants, that he wants. Gabriel and Beelzebub "going off together" is not what he wants. He wants Aziraphale, but he doesn't say that, because he's never, in the years and years and years we've seen this season, let himself want or be seen wanting. "Going off together" is as close as he can get to speaking it. "A group of the two of us" is as close as he can get. So he has to watch as Aziraphale leaves and takes his pleasure in the world with him.

[fathomlessthinker]

CRYING

[wedarkacademia]

“Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.”

― Jamie Anderson