a-zira-fell
the point is not to avoid the war, the point is to win it
Dolly Parton created women? damn she really did that
iwilltrytobereasonable
a-night-at-the-abbey-road-deact
She created her own worst enemy.
Jolene.
God (Dolly) creates Lucifer (Jolene) - Beginning of Time B.C.E.
fuckyeahgoodomens
thedragonhoarde asked:
Me and my brother have a headcanon that Crowley uses he/him pronouns because in the beginning he couldn’t say “she” without hissing or something. Obv he doesn’t have a gender either way, but by the time us clever humans created gender neutral pronouns that he liked, he was already attached to his routine. We even went back and checked, he doesn’t use the “sh” sound at all in the Eden scene! Sorry, I’m just love gnc headcanons
Might be one of the factors :). He does sometimes present as a female (Crucifixion scene, Nanny Crowley) though, so I suppose that through the history there exist a lot of female Crowleys as well :).
thegoodomensdumpster
crowley-did-this
Crowley likes to mess with vending machines so they eat your change or give you the wrong thing
(He did! It was one of my first posts! Great minds my friend. Great minds. It’s also very on-brand for Crowley because eventually if it fixes itself the person after you gets TWO snacks. Which infuriates him. Because that person is usually Aziraphale)
moki-dokie
goddamnbitchofasituation
They are sitting at lunch, as they always have. As they always will. Aziraphale’s foot is pressed into Crowley’s ankle, under the table.
This thing, between them now. It’s new, but it isn’t - merely something very old that’s finally found expression. It’s been about a week since ithey changed, evolved, since Crowley held out his hand in invitation and Aziraphale took it between both of his and pressed it to his lips. And let’s face it, a week is mere pocket change for beings who have existed since the earth began, but most of the time it doesn’t feel that different, really. It feels almost the same as it has since the beginning. Just the two of them, together.
The difference is they can touch each other now. Slowly at first, shyly, gently, but gaining confidence. The first time Aziraphale smiles, drops his eyes and looks coyly away only to look fully back and place his hands on Crowley’s face, drawing him in for a kiss, Crowley nearly discorporates on the spot. They’re still everything they’ve always been, they’ve just found a new way of being them.
The waiter returns to the table. “Now that your friend is here, are you ready to order?”
The thing is, humans always got it wrong. Outside of being an angel and a demon who are read as human, they’ve been mistaken as a couple for years before they were, by waiters especially. (The world wasn’t actually always so heteronormative as many would have you believe.) And it’s not like Aziraphale was going to complain at the time, not when it really didn’t bother him. (Not when he secretly wished they were.) Easier to pretend not to notice. So “your friend” isn’t really such a big deal. Look, they know what they are, and that’s what matters. It’s far less painful than when people would assume they were together when they couldn’t, weren’t allowed to be.
Until he turns around and sees Crowley scowling into his wine like it’s a philodendron that’s spontaneously developed aphids, that he realizes - Crowley thinks he didn’t correct the man because he didn’t want him to know?
Aziraphale places his hand firmly over Crowley’s on the table. “Actually, my husband and I need another moment.”
Crowley freezes underneath his hand. The waiter stammers an apology and leaves the table. There is a silence. ‘Oh dear’, Aziraphale thinks, ‘perhaps that was too forward.’ Should he have said ....what? “Boyfriend” is ridiculous when you’re over 6000 years old. “Partner?” But haven’t they been partners for years? Doesn’t seem enough to describe what they are now. How he feels about what they are now.
Aziraphale drops his eyes to their hands, joined on the table. He squeezes briefly, then looks up to where he knows Crowley is watching under those glasses. He smiles apologetically. “Too fast for you?”
“No, that’s - “ Crowley’s voice is rough, and Aziraphale doesn’t need to see his eyes to know that they’re shining. Slowly, Crowley turns his hand over and laces their fingers together. “That’s perfect.”
russianwholesomeness
glumshoe
I met this kitten today who desperately wanted me to hold him. I’ve never met a cat that wanted me to pick it up and carry it around. It buried its face in my neck and went to sleep like this.
I am, however, allergic to cats, so I have spent the rest of the day sneezing and sniffling. Worth it. I also met a poodle/Jack Russell terrier mix that really, really wanted to come home with me, but whose new owner was in the process of filling out his adoption paperwork. She did not seem pleased that he was more interested in me than he was in her, so I didn’t get a picture of him.
thegoodomensdumpster
azirafuck
I love how when Crowley drops Aziraphale off at the bookshop after they’ve dropped Anathema off, Crowley gets out of the car to continue conversation. he doesn’t just get out of the car, either, he turns the car off entirely, gets out, and he shuts the door and he sprawls against the side of it with his arms folded up on top. He’s ready to stand there for a bit. He’s ready to have a second conversation. He, in fact, tries to start a completely different conversation, one less heavy than what they’ve been doing, talking about the apocalypse. he brings up music. He’s steering for banter.
He cannot just ask for an invitation to hang out further just for social fun, that’s not really their deal. Crowley instigates business, Aziraphale catches the tail end of their interactions and turns it into pleasure. That’s how they do. That’s how they’ve always done.
Aziraphale asks Crowley what he’s doing in Rome and Crowley answers with business reasons, Aziraphale invites him to come eat oysters. Crowley comes to rescue Aziraphale in France, Aziraphale invites him to crepes. Crowley comes to the play to talk business, Aziraphale asks him to do a personal favor. Crowley comes to save Aziraphale from the nazis, Aziraphale falls in love. Crowley hands over a paper saying holy water because he needs a backup plan for if their business goes sidesways, Aziraphale refuses on personal grounds. Crowley plans a caper to steal holy water, Aziraphale halts it and suggests someday maybe they can go to the Ritz together. Crowley comes to him to discuss what they’re going to do about the antichrist, and Aziraphale tells him “this is purely social” and invites him into the shop for drinks. Crowley senses (smells) the change in the air once the antichrist has the hound, and Aziraphale suggests it is his new cologne.
Over and over and over, round and round.
Crowley drives Aziraphale home from the convent and talks business on the way home, and when they park he gets out, expecting the usual shift from business to pleasure, and it doesn’t happen. Aziraphale is so out of sorts over this book, he drops tradition and leaves Crowley in the street wondering what the fuck just happened.
from day one crowley’s been the one who tiptoes closer but says nothing and aziraphale’s been the one who lifts his wing to welcome and protect him. and they just kept doing that for 6000 years
You put it into very simple and good words, thank you.
rafaelafranzen
thegoodomensdumpster
azirafuck
aziraphale: crowley, can we talk? one ten to another?
crowley: you’re an eleven, but continue
Ok this is the best version of this that I’ve seen lmao
fishyfishyfishtimes
