I feel like this happens when they move in together
*love sigh *
while I wholeheartedly agree that Crowley and Aziraphale are both moron4moron, I couldn’t stop thinking about this.
jemandem etwas auf die Nase binden
to tie something on someone’s nose
to tell someone a lie
Crowley with Aziraphale’s body. And Aziraphale’s eyes.
He hasn’t had round-pupilled eyes since… well. Long enough that it doesn’t bear thinking about, really.
He feels incredibly exposed. Wants his sunglasses. Can’t wear them.
Crowley-as-Aziraphale - his face is stock-still, his expressions composed, but his eyes never stop moving. They could very nearly give him away. He keeps forgetting: the world can see his eyes, now.
All the little things Crowley-as-Aziraphale is doing with his eyes: those are what Crowley is doing all the time, behind his dark lenses.
I like thinking about that.
so lift me up: finish what you started
Hey @ op i would literally buy a shirt or button with this on it
@shitpostsampler please
i would sell my soul for a font of victor hugo’s handwriting
boy do I have some news for you (source)

nice
amazing
Anonymous asked:
irisbleufic answered:
I’m 3 million words in a trench coat, according to my current AO3 stats.
Have you ever considered that perhaps you are just the way words have found life?
You are their vessel. Finally they can see R-rated movies.