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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna

(via (1695) Cake - Satan Is My Motor - YouTube)

i’ve got wheels of polished steel, i’ve got tires that grab the road

i’ve got seats that selflessly hold my friends, 

and a trunk that can carry the heaviest of loads

i’ve got a mind that can steer me to your house, 

i’ve got a heart that can bring you red flowers

my intentions are good and earnest and true

but under my hood is internal combustion power

and satan is my motor, hear my motor purr


(Oh, my God, Crowley has an image song.)

Source: youtube.com
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Mostly Aziraphale approaches his body as just another item of decor to tote around with him through the centuries. He’s had the same hairstyle the entire time, for starters; the thought of that alone makes Crowley want to roll about on the floor from boredom. He keeps his nails neat and trim and quite undecorated (although they are buffed to a mirror shine). He doesn’t use makeup. He doesn’t wear jewellery, aside from his ring, and since he never takes it off Crowley figures it’s probably bonded to his skin by now, just another part of the corpus. He doesn’t shave; he simply doesn’t grow facial hair at all. His body is, in short, mostly unappreciated for the pleasures it could provide.

He does love to eat and drink, but Crowley doesn’t count that; mostly what Aziraphale seems to love about those two things is going on at length about the qualities of the food or vintage at hand, and that’s brains again, whole damned angel full of brains.

But there’s nothing cerebral about a backrub.

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Anonymous asked:

Wait what's the I Wind, Who Holds game and the stairs and mirror game I can't find anything about it anywhere

marzipanandminutiae answered:

Late Victorian/Edwardian romance divination games. They may date back further, but those are the earliest concrete mentions I can find.

I Wind; Who Holds is my favorite because it’s also somewhat creepy. The player tosses a ball of yarn out the window of their house while keeping hold of one end, traditionally on Halloween night, and slowly winds it back up while chanting, “I wind; who holds?” When they’re nearly done, they’ll supposedly see an apparition of their true love/future spouse holding the end of the yarn. This one appears in period sources less often and may have been specifically a southern or Appalachian thing.

The stairs and mirror game is more common. You walk backwards up a flight of stairs in the dark with a mirror in one hand and a candle in the other. You’re meant to see, again, a vision of your future spouse in the mirror. Or a skeleton, which means you’ll die unmarried. There were multiple variations of this one; it may be the tamer ancestor of the modern Bloody Mary game.

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I could probably talk at length about how these are the great-grandchildren of rituals like the egg-in-water that caused so much trouble with the teenage girls of 1690s Salem, or how mostly women did them because every aspect of a woman’s future was usually tied up in marriage. But that’s another post altogether.

source on I Wind; Who Holds? (there are more sources with other variants; just search “I wind who holds” in quotes like that)

source on the stairs and mirror game and its near-infinite variations

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Rachel’s Ogontz roommate Peggy wrote about playing a divination game at a Halloween party in 1901…

”On Halloween we had a few people in and played a guessing game. Then we tried our futures. What do you imagine mine was? But first I must tell you how we did it. We took a bowl, put in some alcohol, then some stunts like a pen point, a thimble, a ring, a penny, the hand of opportunity, the flame of life, and a skull, then we set the alcohol on fire. As a result we could not see what we were drawing for we had to try to get something out of the bowl while the alcohol was burning. Now guess what I drew? The ring. Of course I was beset with questions & asked who he was and all sorts. I pretended to be very innocent but all the time I had the laugh on them.

Phil drew the penny, Kate the skull, and Mr. Tappan the thimble. It was really loads of fun. In the midst the chair on which the bowl stood took fire & we had to throw it out in the yard.”

Peggy had just recently become secretly engaged, hence her amusement at getting the ring.

I just really love the mental image of them going from dramatically pulling objects out of the fire and giggling about their fortunes to realizing the chair is on fire and panicking to the point they decided the best option was to just throw it outside.

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Once he’d looked down on the world, watching it unfold, hearing its song from high above. Now he rather preferred to stay on the ground, dealing with minutiae, tugging little holes in the great weave as he could. It was much easier to deal with when one was pulling at bits of the construction, was able to see how badly it was all put together; really, it was almost a favour to point out the rough spots.

Going up meant getting away from those spots. Going up meant… seeing the whole thing. The whole thing was beautiful, and it really didn’t help.

Of course Heaven is not Up any more than Hell is Down. Heaven is everywhere, and Hell is everywhere, and always the twain shall meet. But there were certain places it was much easier to feel Heavenly, and those places made Crowley very itchy.

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