The Midnight Reader

When I love a story, I fall in love unconditionally ❤️

[goodsirs]

Manny Jacinto as Qimir in The Acolyte — 1.05 "Night"

[goodsirs]

Our Flag Means Death 2.06 "Calypso's Birthday"

[izzy-hands]

Izzy + being supportive of Ed and Stede’s relationship

[funnyifwebothgotitwrong-deactiv]

I bet Fang & Roach having a spa day in the after-credits-scene while everyone else is at Jackie's getting in trouble will parallel Pete & Lucius fucking obliviously in their room while the Revenge is being invaded.

[25shadesoffebruary]

Tipnaree Weerawatnodom & Rachanun Mahawan in Pluto the series Trailer

[goodsirs]

Our Flag Means Death 2.06 "Calypso's Birthday"

[drugstoreperfumemp3]

i was kinda spitting here

[ofmdaily]

[crowley-anthony]

Izzy:

[absolutedestinyapocalypsse]

also need everyone to know that mary reed and anne bonny were historically in love. they met on a pirate ship while BOTH disguised as men and only discovered the other was not a man after they ran off together to have sex. and anne bonny did in fact burn her family farm down to avoid getting married. historically

[transjudas]

Over his dead body.

[dallonismysavior]

"Theres nothing better than working with friends because it just feels comfortable. We've worked so many times before that we think the same and we have the same sense of humor. So already we're having a good laugh before we're in the thick of it."

[baggnshield]

so i think it is fair to say that some of the crew* have returned from the raid** mentally devastated***

* us ** episodes 6&7 *** mentally devastated

<by @bizarrelittlemew >

[theofficialpresidentoftheusa]

I have ofmd theories that I’m gonna write up and post later. Taking into account the promo, bts, and what reviewers have said so far. I think I know how things are going to go down I just feel like

[soapbubbles511]

LOVED to see Frenchie running scams again and recruiting the Revenge crew to help. Replica planks. Lucius signing fake Stede autographs for Black Pete to sell. Wee John doing Stede tattoos. Use your captain's new found infamy to grift everyone in sight. You're doing amazing babes.

[chernozemm]

infatuation makes your heart race love is quiet. love sets you at ease.

and because most of my pieces are mental screenshots of little scenes in my head, here's the scene:

Crowley was tugged into consciousness bit by bit. The afternoon light slowly filtered in, as well as the hum of music from the other room and the weird angle his neck was at. He was warm and content and wanted to sink back into his nap, but the threads of sleep fluttered away the more he tried. Finally, he took a deeper breath, shifting in the armchair, and cracked an eye open just a sliver. There he was, the angel, sitting at his desk. Had hardly noticed Crowley was awake, engulfed in his task of retouching a damaged page. Looking at his hands, Crowley became aware of the fuzzy warmth covering his own and peeked down to see a blanket tucked around his shoulders.

The feeling hit him so hard he let his head loll to the side, eyes closed. His chest tightened and he just…buckled. Finally came undone under the weight of his love for Aziraphale. Its inexorable, steadfast pull which he had been pushing back against for millennia, it had finally caught him off guard, sleepy and vulnerable and so tired from holding back, from refusing to name it. It was a quiet surrender. Crowley looked back at Aziraphale with the understanding of a man meeting his end and embracing it.

Perhaps he could gently pull the blanket to the side and get up. Perhaps he could cross the few steps to the desk and place a freshly made cup of tea to Aziraphale’s right. Perhaps he would hold his gaze, for longer than needed to answer “Don’t mention it”. Perhaps he would ask him if he would like a scone with that. Perhaps Aziraphale would understand that this was not about the scone at all. And yet, what Crowley was asking of him was also exactly about scones. And tea. And quiet afternoons together. Perhaps the angel would finally put down his sword, too, and the world would let out a breath it had been holding for millennia.

the soulmate to this piece, i guess.

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