I Don’t Know If I’m Crazy Or Not, But I Fucking Love The Head Cannon That Crowley And Gabriel Dated

Behold.

My son.

I birthed him.

He is my little bebe.

And I love him.

You also love him.

Because he's but a little boi.

He much prefers toilet water to his water dish.

But this is okay.

Because we love him.

Text on screen:

If you could ask the President of the United States one question what would it be?

Free Luigi?🥺🥺🥺🥺

the feminine urge to create a magic system for something you’ll never write

since the old version of this post was flagged for ‘adult content’…

reblog this post if your account is a trans safe space or owned by a trans person!

along with that, reblog if your account is a non-binary spectrum safe space or owned by someone on the enby spectrum!

Re-blog this if:

- you’re gay - can read - support gay people - want to hold a match between your fingers as you wander the halls of an ancient castle because it’s your only source of light amidst the ghosts of people long past - are an antelope - or want a chocolate bar.

No one will know which applies.

cant believe some people are gatekeeping being a creatire. for shame

like i was watching a video about english and american breakfasts and thought, “i bet aziraphale would really like american breakfasts,” and now I have a hc that crowley makes aziraphale a really big breakfast every sunday morning.

‘There’s no time like the present’, ‘the first best time to plant a tree was twenty years ago. The second best is today’, ‘it’s your birthright to make art.’ Great, great, now how do I start?