Aziraphale, trying and failing to rein in his thirst when Crowley shows up in that turtleneck:
(Crowley: I’ve been sliding downwards into this humiliating bowtie fetish for several hundred years due to your penchant for layers, time you got a taste of your own medicine, angel.)
Stede’s going to do the thing where he gives Ed 69 roses for “all the days I’ve known and loved you” and the entire crew is going to be making 69 jokes for the rest of the season thank you and goodbye
this shit pisses me off like how do you know he’s not taking a break he could have been gaming for hours on end that shit is not healthy for your wrists he probably just paused the game to rest his eyes and hands and spend some time with the people around him but now hes being made fun of. do better
ID: 1. Guillermo, dressed in a sweater and chinos, straining with both fists pressed to his chest as the tiny bat wings on his back flap and struggle to get him off the ground, hovering about 3 inches into the air. 2. He falls to the ground with a splat, chin first, butt in the air, wings limp at his back. /end ID
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Good Omens and OFMD magpie. Dysgu Cymraeg. Neutral good, pun bard, fanfic curator, coffee-vampire, nocturnal, jack of all trades. Stories, cold weather, magic, cats. Big spooky fan, me. 33, she/her.