#vaguesaunter

[collectedbooks]

‘everyone’s a critic.’

       ‘ don’t  call  me  a  critic,  it’s  your  side  who  came  up  with  them. ‘

                              ‘ and  if  you  could  just  drive  a  LITTLE  slower  than  —  that  lady  has  a  stroller  crowley!  —  than  a  formula  one  race  car,  i  wouldn’t  have  to  say  anything  at  all! ‘

@vaguesaunter  /  BOHEMIAN  RHAPSODY  STARTERS !   (  not  accepting.  )

[aziraephale-blog]

❛❛ 𝐎𝐇, 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃. ❜❜     ———      @vaguesaunter ｡･:

[centuriesuntold]

❛ i know all that, how do YOU know all that? ❜

   KID GORGEOUS SENTENCE STARTERS!

   ❛ what, y’think the apocalypse is specific t’ earth? or that ‘armageddon’ only happens once? surprise, surprise - the end ‘a days is a bit of a misnomer. if it was a one-off i’d probably be a lot better rested. ❜

[rosewandarchive]

she’s  trying  to  deny  her  own  tears ,  the  way  they  burn  at  her  eyes .  maybe  there’s  something  more  than  rock n’  roll  about  his  sunglasses ,  she  should  invest  in  a  pair  next  time  she  goes  to  pieces .  her  hands  move  quickly  as  she  tries  to  explain  why  she  doesn’t  need  him  now.  what  a  liar .

❝    tragedy  isn't  this  evil  thing  that  came  from  outer  space .  it's  just  there ,  you  know .  along  with  everything  else .    ❞

*    𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑎 .    ──  ⎛  @vaguesaunter .  ⎠ ↳   paper  valentine   //   brenna  yovanoff

[wrldwrn-blog]

         two fingers,  pressed to her bottom lip.  anyone else might lose their chill  ––  hell,  she’s  vaguely  uncomfortable and she can feel  THE  WITCH  scratching at the closest reaches of her mind  ––  but it’s just the way her life is now.    ‘  you can see  her,  can’t you  ?    she  recognizes you.  ’

         @vaguesaunter

[aziraephale-blog]

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐒, 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃.  ❛❛     are you sure the dance is supposed to go this way?  the steps seem . . . a devil to get ahold of, pun very much intended.  did you just make this up so that i would dance with you?     ❜❜  he says, aghast with accusations he's ready to throw at crowley, but his mouth snaps shut and he heaves a sigh through his nose, allowing crowley to twirl him  (  nearly into a stack of books, mind you  )  and pull him back.  ❛❛     i don't even like this record,     ❜❜  he purses his lips, narrowed eyes sharp and focused on the demon.      /     @vaguesaunter

[collectedbooks]

" keep your enemies close, right? "

   ‘ YES,  well,  um  —  this  is,  ah,  rather  closer  than  i  had  in  mind,  dear. ‘

they’re  nearly  sharing  breaths  at  this  juncture,  and  despite  this  the  hand  laid  against  crowley’s  chest  is  still  hesitant,  a  reluctant  barrier  that  hasn’t  quite  decided  if  it  truly  wants  to  hold  anything  back.

which  is  a  decision  he  should  make  rather  quickly,  since  the  footfalls  of  the  mortal  police  officers  are  growing  EVER  LOUDER  and  ever  closer.   hiding  isn’t  the  simplest  method  of  avoidance,  perhaps,  they  really  could  do  just  about  anything  with  the  powers  they  possess,  but  aziraphale  can’t,  strictly  speaking,  interfere  with  justice  officials  and  he’s  quite  certain  crowley  will  get  TASED  just  for  .  .  .  well,  being  himself,  really.

    so,  something  drastic  then.   oh  dear.

                  ‘ erm  —  how close is the enemy allowed to get,  exactly? ‘

@vaguesaunter  /   LUCIFER  STARTERS !   (  not  accepting.  )

[khoinos-blog]

@vaguesaunter asked   :   

MODERN POP SONGS.    /      accepting!

no sneer escapes him     ,     unlike the demon the esteemed traveler does not make such sounds .   it is more a huff     ,     something that could be laugh if the wind sweeps it into the right direction and lets it echo .  it is a sound of open amusement    ,    the messenger remaining unaffected by the insulting notion hurled his way .  “not one inch of me is shocked by that dramatic flair of yours  ,”  is the idle response   ,    all but seconds away from grinning broadly .   watching mortals is always one of his favourite past-times    ,    helping them find the right route    ,    granting them entrance where they’d otherwise be denied    ,     let the bolder ones go by undetected when they slip away with something in their hands or pockets .  one could even say he is fond of them    ,     but he would deny it    ;    not many beings have a significant part of his heart or soul    ,    for eternity teaches easily to abstain from it    ,    and the road does the rest .  (   he had someone deemed a friend once    ,    a young man who always sang   ,   who taught him the way the god taught him before   )  to him   ,   there is not much magic in the connection    ,    but much more of it in the observation and the assistance    :    a helping hand here and there before he is on his way .   being interrupted by others is not on par with what humours him    ,    or delights him in a similar way    ,     and even less so when somebody interrupts him .   the man is a story-teller by nature    ,     narrator of fables and tales    ,    advice lining even the most dooming tragedies .  and when that somebody strikes a figure similar to a palm tree with badly misted leaves    ,     a ridiculous shade between something copper and darker    ,     he could not even take the culprit seriously.  “if you don’t like the story   ,   you can always go   ,   brother .   no one keeps you here    ,    least of all me .”