And if I can't listen to music without crying anymore, NEITHER CAN YALL
Anyway I now present: Stick Season by Noah Kahan is so good omens coded (season 2 especially)
As you promised that I more than all the miles combined, you must of had yourself a change of heart back halfway through the drive, 'cause you voice trailed off exactly as you passed my exit sign, kept on driving straight and left our future to right.
Now I am stuck between my anger, in the blame that I can't face...and I'm terrified of weather, 'cause I see you when it rains.
Now I am no longer funny, 'cause I miss the way you laugh, you once called me forever, now you still can't call me back.
Ad I'll dream each night of some version of you that I might have but I did not lose, now your tired tracks and one pair of shoes, and I'm spilt in half, but that'll have to do, oh that'll have to do, my other half was you, I hope this pain just passing through, but I doubt it.
awwwwww thank you for tagging me! I haven't been on here for long but yall have been so nice :D
@the-ineffable-parker @snek-of-eden @poirolivia @froggy-having-a-crisis @starks-kid
@literally everyone who's liked/reblogged one of my posts, it makes me so happy!
A friend threatened me to repost so I will!
Basically, there r tons of fake asses on tumblr who just want comments and followers, so someone started this to see who's actually a good friend. Everyone I tag better repost (and tag other people and preferably threaten them in a creative way as well) bc I'm high on caffeine and newfound lesbianism and will resort to violence.
@ey-theys-was-coronas
@fangirlhehe
I would tag more people but they're the only ones I've really interacted with-
just reading this hurts
I HAD A DREAM THE GOOD OMENS FINALE CAME OUT AND IT WAS SO BAD AND I HONESTLY WOKE UP IN ACTUAL DISTRESS
15 is so real for this
When you're trapped on same spot and about to die vs When you're trapped on same spot and about to die, but there's also a cute guy there
yall we all know Crowley would freak out about it for ages
he would have every little detail meticulously planned out months in advance like the romantic he really is
Aziraphale totally knew he was going to propose for ages (Crowley literally left the business pamphlet for the engagement photographer on the bookshop table by accident on two separate occasions)
he spent hours arguing with the ringsmith to make sure that the ring was PERFECT
inscribed on it in looping cursive is the phrase "my world"
one spring morning Aziraphale woke up to find a note next to his pillow that just read 'Angel - Berkeley square. 2:00.'
(Crowley had re-written that note over 30 times, attempts ranging from a page long love letter to two words on a piece of otherwise blank paper.)
Aziraphale, of course, made sure to wear his best outfit for the occasion, seeing as Crowley was probably the least-subtle being in the universe when it came to secret proposal planning.
Crowley's speech was hesitant at first, like he half expected to be turned down, but as he began speaking the words he had prepped and scrapped and written over and over again, his confidence grew until he was able to meet Aziraphale's eyes and see the blazing in his Angel's expression.
In the end, he forgot most of what he had planned to say, and just started saying what he felt was right.
Crowley: We've known each other a long time - we're a group, a team. A team of the two of us. And we've spent our entire existence pretending that we're not...apart from these last few years, which have been the best years of my life...Angel? Make me the happiest demon in the world, which, I know, is basically like asking you to make me the fastest sloth, but I -
Aziraphale: Oh Crowley...oh Crowley, Yes.
Crowley: ...Yes?
Azriaphale: Yes.
omg this is adorable THANK YOU
Hi :D
kinda random ask but: your username is 'stoat on toast'...could you draw a stoat on toast? bonus points if it's cute and bonus bonus points if drawing it makes you happy :)
two sleepy boys
(it did :))
(Allies or Enemies by the Crane Wives)
The words I speak are wildfire and weeds, and they spread, like some awful damn disease, and I swear, I didn't mean what I said, I swear I didn't mean it.
Remember when I could tell you not smile when you were mad, and you'd always crack, and we'd both be laughing in the end...now you're not so quick to forget.
Are we allies or enemies? This will be the death of me, this will be the death of me. All is fair on love and war, but I can't fight with you anymore, this will be the death of me.
What happens now? Do we bow out, and take our separate roads? I'll admit that I've had my doubts, but I want to be let in, not out, I want to be let in, not out...are we allies or enemies, this will be the death of me, this will be the death of me.
a customer was browsing in the bookshop (much to Aziraphale's displeasure) when they overheard the lovely Mr. Fell using a pickup line on his partner?? friend?? with the sunglasses - the classic "Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" (except he said it in a far more serious manner than it warranted)
given Sunglasses's...vibes, they were expecting him to say something along the line of "Actually, I clawed my way up from hell" or another equally cheesy phrase
what they weren't prepared for, however, was for Sunglasses to take a shuddering breath and whisper "yeah...yeah, angel, it did."
Crowley likes to give Aziraphale things from nature, mainly flowers and occasionally one of his houseplants (he claims that the bookshop had more sun for the plants, or that the flowers were given to him by his neighbour and he was going to throw them out) (Aziraphale knows the truth, though)
Aziraphale tends to lean towards more man-made gifts, especially sweet treats that he buys or even makes himself - after all, it was Crowley who first introduced him to food, so isn't it fitting that Aziraphale gives him something similar)
both of them love music, and will often dig up records and CDs of songs that they think the other will enjoy
they don't really announce those type of gifts, but Crowley will place a record (not bebop) in Aziraphale's gramophone/record player thingy, and Aziraphale will pop a new CD into the Bentley stereo
it makes them both so happy, doing these little things for each other, and they both blush adorably when receiving the same love and attention back <3
me, shivering under 3 blankets on my bed in the middle of winter: sUnSHinE? wHeRe? whErE iS tHe sUNshiNE?
god i love being able to do work from my laptop on a bench in the sunshine with an iced vanilla latte by my side
the whole time Aziraphale was pretending to be the gardener for Warlock's family Crowley was just...fixing the plants for him
like I love Aziraphale dearly but that angel cannot garden
everything is either over-watered or as dry as a literal desert
Crowley is fighting for both their jobs over here
he's just running around on his breaks trying desperately to keep the plants alive without Aziraphale or the Dowling's noticing
because he would never let his angel realise he's killing the plants
yall the hyperfixations were hyperfixating so i made this blog about it They/He/She ❤🧡🤍🩷💜🤍💚 #translivesarehumanlives🩵🩷🤍🩷🩵
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