Evidently I like to keep breaking my own heart, but you know, I don't think Crowley was about to say:
"And I would like to spent the rest of my life with you."
If you skip the "I mean, the last few years not really" parenthesis, I believe his full confession/proposal was going to be:
"We're a team, a group. Group of the two of us. And we've spent our existence pretending that we arent. [...] And I would like to spend it not pretending anymore."
And that's because he had prepared his little speach before Aziraphale came back, he had rehearsed it in his mind, taking their togetherness for granted. They had always been together, they had already spent their lives together and they were surely going to spend them together anyway forever.
Being together was not the point, because not being together was simply unthinkable. The point was stop pretending and finally become "an us" - openly, honestly, fully. The possibility of being separated never crossed his mind, it would not make sense for him to ask Aziraphale to be together, it would imply the existence of a reality in which they are not.
So when he pushed through and decided to say what he was going to say, he got to that part and the realization started to creep in that he might actually have been too much of an optimist. The possibility of them not being together did exist, it was coming into existence in that very moment, in front of his eyes, making the "stop pretending" part suddenly incongruous. And all the rest of his speach fell apart.
Now the point was "are you going away?", "what about us if you go?", "what is happening?", "why is this happening?", "how can this be happening?". Now the important thing that needed to be said was "let's be together, if you don't feel like stop pretending because it's dangerous then we can run off somewhere, far from Heaven and Hell and their threats, but just please let's stick together."
That's, I think, why he chocked on his words.
He was ready to take a little step forward, and he found himself falling a thousand steps backwards.
Malia Hale x Lydia Martin
No one's ever made her smile like Malia. Her soft growl and her confused expression never ceased to make Lydia grin.
Headcanons under the cut.
Malia works as a mechanic and Lydia finds it so fun to arrive home to her girl with grease streaked all over her cheeks
Lydia does Malia's makeup whenever she wants it. Lydia loves being so close to her girls face
Malia loves to travel and Lydia will absolutely go to Europe and South America with her while on school break. Lydia's favourite is Paris and Malia's is Argentina
They are both animal people and Malia definitely is such a mom to Prada
They both love the fresh air and their favourite dates are going on walks
Neither of them are good at dealing with others nightmares, Lydia gets very clingy after nightmares and Malia flees to the woods or to somewhere she doesn't feel so claustrophobic
Malia is the big spoon and Lydia is the little spoon
They both have a long laundry list of pet names for each other and they use them liberally
Lydia is so into youtube video essays like she'll watch those 2+ hours long deep dives on children's shows she's never watched
Malia loves to pepper Lydia's face with kisses in a Morticia/Gomez style and it always makes Lydia laugh
Aziraphale is the most character ever. He ran out of ideas so he declared war on hell. He canonically says fuck. His favourite colour is yellow. He’s literally an angel and can speak every language on earth but still isn’t fluent in french. He told his boyfriend to shoot him for his magic act and made him go through with it when their miracles weren’t working. He gave away his flaming sword and then lied about it for the next 6000 years. He has a bookshop that never sells books. No one’s doing it like him.
[VISIBLY ABOUT TO START GNAWING MY OWN LEG OFF] no yeah haha i love change :)
I love you, kid.
say what you want about teen wolf but it's body horror game goes crazy stupid, even actual like high budget media still doesn't come close when it comes to range. every villain, every season, whether it's lycanthropy, fugue states, catatonia, sleepwalking, your body as a sacrifice, possession, mind control, genetic chimeras, your body being erased entirely, someone rooting through your mind with their actual fingers, consensual and non-consensual body modification, death and undeath, your body refusing to heal or your body never not healing, never leaving any evidence of what's happened to you, not being able to breathe like it's supposed to, not being able to move at all, your body as an animal, your body as a weapon in someone else's hands. body horror is her specialty and she is never afraid to get icky gooey absolutely filthy disgusting with it and she NEVER has an off day.
drunk and thinking about Eddie Diaz and how he’s such a good dad and how he loves everyone in his life like it’s the easiest thing to do. how he loves like he breathes - it’s natural, it’s just what he does to live. how it broke him to learn that everyone he’d saved had died, because all he’s ever wanted to do was make sure those he cared about were okay. how he’s devoted his entire LIFE to the lives of others. how he ballroom danced as a child and loved it and felt free until his parents sucked all the joy from it. how he was scared to be a dad but did it anyway and would do anything for his son a thousand times over. how he’s so righteous and cares so fiercely and once he’s made his mind up that’s IT. how he loves like his life depends on it, because let’s face it, it does. how Eddie Diaz is made of love and that’s all he ever wants to give back to people.
me and my imaginary band covering mcr songs in the super hot wet epic gay rock band stadium aka my shower
I need to have an it/its weekend