one of the worst feelings in the world is when you want to help a friend out but end up disappointing them.
you know that feeling where you want to talk to a friend but at the same time you don’t want to bother them?
Do you know why the new Kingdom Hearts game is abbreviated 3D?
BECAUSE IT HAS THREE TIMES THE D.
Anonymous asked: Aziraphale seeing Crowley falling(sauntering vaguely downwards) from heaven :)
A funny thing, fire. One could bask in its warmth and light for hours, never knowing cold. Fire could be a warm embrace, a shelter. A pair of golden eyes.
Aziraphale had seen the angel Calriel once Before. They never exchanged words, only simply passed each other on occasion. It never really struck Aziraphale that the angel’s deep brown eyes might one day bleed into gold, that he would rake his face with his nails as they began to sharpen and lengthen into claws.
Calriel’s howl as he plummeted into the abyss still echoed in Aziraphale’s mind every once in a while.
The same cry pierced the air thousands of years later, as a blade slicked with unholy poison slit the angel’s throat.
Anonymous asked: John's reaction after seeing Sherlock alive
By all that was good on this dear earth, John was going to—
“I expect you’re angry with me.”
“Indeed I am.”
“It wasn’t my time to die.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Why are you back, Sherlock? Why have you come back?”
“This is my home, isn’t it? We are flatmates, after all.”
“It’s been a long time, Sherlock.”
“No, it hasn’t.”
“For me, it has.” John rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Besides, Mrs. Hudson will want to know you’re back.”
“She already does. She saw me yesterday while I was out.”
“Out doing what?”
“Getting the milk, of course,” Sherlock said, handing the aforementioned object to John. “I’m afraid that it’s a bit spoiled. I am sorry, John.”
“… Come inside. It’s pouring out, and you’re drenched.”
“Your powers of deduction are as sharp as always, John.”
crowleythesnake asked: For a Prompt: Crowley and Aziraphale go to a movie, and dinner because why not.
“Oh no. Don’t you “dear” me,” Crowley said, clicking his tongue impatiently as the angel locked up his store (promptly at 4 o’clock, which was a bit later than usual). “Now hurry it up, or we’re going to miss the damn movie.”
“I’m sorry, but I just don’t see what’s so appealing about these particular films. I mean, he’s not an actual bat, so the title is already deceiving enough.”
“Oh my, is the angel actually whining today?” Crowley remarked, a smirk spreading across his face. “What put your shining knickers in a twist? They’re just movies.”
“Yes, well, these ‘Manbat,’” Aziraphale queued with finger quotes, “movies seem to be particularly deceiving. Especially that last one you made me watch. Honestly, jokers are supposed be comedic relief if anything. Not psychological killers, if you please.”
“Oh cry me a blessed river,” Crowley yawned. “Look, just do it, and we’ll go out for dinner afterwards. I owe you a lunch from that time in 1781 anyway.”
“Indeed you do.”
Care to send a few prompts? I really feel like writing tonight.
Finished this bit a few days ago, and I just want to say a few things before I continue reading.
Spoilers underneath for A Storm of Swords.