#crowily

[spidaeyaunt-movedd]

crowily replied to your post: fbiartist replied to your post: ...

zbxbdhsjdhjsj tony, a billionaire: i…………. Don’t Care if u spend my money,

SDADAADA may tries to hand his card back to him for times before she slides it into his desk when he isn’t looking and runs... doesn’t come back for two days.

[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

[atramentotm]

crowily replied to your post: today i spelled ‘fry’ wrong so that’s a first. 

one time i said, aloud, “fresh out of the onion” instead of “fresh out of the oven” to guests…. to like five guests….. five living breathing humans have that interaction stored in their head

ANT I CANT DEAL WITH THIS 

two BAD STORIES in exchange for yours: 

worked somewhere we had to give out keys for the bathroom. everyone thought the blue key was for boys and the red was for girls but no it was just ‘one and two’ and he was like ‘ok but which bathroom do i go to’ and i just looked at the key and said without thinking ‘go to the bathroom with number two on the door’ and almost had to leave 

someone at another place was asking for ‘bigger computer screens’ than the ones we have in the main area so i pointed and said ‘yeah there’s a couple big macs over there’ and honestly i’ve never lived that one down 

[realitv]

crowily replied to your post: me holding the dash at gunpoint with cursed posts...

no,,, continue,,,,

[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 .

[aezira-blog]

❛  𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 ,  i don't care .  ❜

src :  there is a light that never goes out by the smiths  /  @crowily

[atramentotm]

@crowily

      “So you’re weird too.” 

[motherstyle-a2]

PALM      FINDS     PERCH     OF     HIP     after    yet    another    refill    ,            cocked    in    the    same    time    as    brow           ;         it’s    late    ,            &         crowley    remained     the    only    lingering    spirit    in    the    blue    parrot    .             she    usually    doesn’t    mind    the    company    ,            but    displeasure    wavers    when    said    company    is    bordering    incoherency    .                ❝           –––       you’re    not    going    to    make    me    cut   you    off   ,          are    you    ?           ❞                /          @crowily​    ♡   .