Imagine Floating Around In Cosmos With A Cool Little Guy You Think You Might Really Fancy, And Then You

Imagine floating around in cosmos with a cool little guy you think you might really fancy, and then you get thrown down into a dimension designed for torture because you asked why your stars were only gonna shine for 6000 years.

Imagine being kicked out of one oppressive regime only to be forced to work for another.

Imagine being sent to Earth to do shit you don’t believe in, and imagine running into your friend from before, the guy you still fancy, and now he thinks you’re evil - he’s brainwashed, or too scared to admit what he’s really thinking.

Imagine spending 6000 years following him wherever he goes, tiptoeing around your feelings, his feelings (the HEART eyes are unbearable, but he can’t seem to act on what he feels, and you’re trying to be respectful, so…) and the rules of your respective fascist regimes, as well as the norms of a world that fucking hates queer people (because whatever you are, you’re certainly not a straight, cis man…)

And imagine that the lesbian running the coffee shop across the street figures the two of you out and tells you, and you learn that everyone KNOWS you’re into each other (which is dangerous on so many levels), and now the world is on overtime since the apocalypse got averted and there’s no time like the present, so you decide to tell him how you feel…

Imagine that, before you get to drink yourself into honesty, Heaven and Hell then lose their shit over another demon and angel getting it on and it all works out perfectly right in front of your eyes, they even get to run away together, the rules seem to have changed and whatever it was you were so scared of is perhaps not something to be afraid of anymore.

Imagine that you tell the guy you love him and that he admits he loves and needs you too, no big news there, but BECAUSE he loves you, he accepts a position in his former oppressive regime and thinks you want to rejoin the cult with him. You say no and he fucks off. You watch him disappear forever, in the gayest neighborhood (where all the other queers/ celestial beings get to hold hands and sing Buddy Holly songs to each other) in Europe, after 6000 years of feeding ducks from benches and him calling you evil because he’s scared of God himself.

IMAGINE THAT.

And then Your Fucking Song comes on in the car, the car that ONLY plays Queen.

it’s so beautiful

my childhood 。゜゜(´Ｏ`) ゜゜。

Working on some httyd books stuff

it rained today, the kind of warm weather rain that makes everything look green and bright

you’re sitting on the couch, watching a cozy animated show that’s technically for kids

there are festive scented candles burning on the table and the christmas tree is lit up with colours

the star is crooked.

it’s warm, you can hear your sister singing upstairs, your mum just outside with the dogs, your brother in the kitchen

you’ve recently graduated high school and you realise that for the first time in years there’s nothing to worry about

you’re at peace

love this creature. the spit

I love Crowley because he's so aware of what Heaven, Hell, the world are really like, but he gently guides Azi through moral dilemmas and lets him find out harsh truths for himself, supporting along the way, but never forcing his opinions.

I love Crowley because he does little snort laughs and cheesy grins. He bounces around all silly-like, unabashedly himself. He has such an infectious smile.

Because his style is always changing, not because he wants to be with the latest fashion (he's always a bit behind) but because he loves exploring and experimenting with his looks.

Because despite millennia of being told he's evil, he's still a sweetie with a heart of gold.

Because he has a vast imagination and enormous will power. He's creative and adores human inventions, taking precious care of his Bentley for over 90 years.

Because he is so fiercely loyal and protective, not just of Azi, but of humans.

Because he's lived such a long, difficult life and he still finds so much joy in the every day, he's still an optimist.

Because he has endured immense abandonment and suffering, loss of identity, cruelty and fear - and despite it all, he's still kind.

Because he's immensely intelligent and wise and light-hearted and good.

Because even though he wouldn't believe it, he is so worthy of a happy ending.

There is such a special place in my heart for Crowley.

oh.

i knew i related to crowley but this hit kinda hard

hmmmmgrhhf thinking bout crowley and childhood trauma and abandonment and rage again