Through The Years - JayTim

buck: *bridzella for a bachelor party that isn't even his own* eddie: *long-suffering husband without even being married to him yet*

Aziraphale’s phone rings.  He answers, expecting it to be Crowley.  But to his surprise, it’s a demon he’s never met.

“I’m Crowley’s replacement,” the demon says.  “He’s not done anything impressive lately, and Downstairs doesn’t like how ineffective he is at keeping you in line.  So now he’s shuffling paperwork and scooping up hellhound shit while I do his job for him.”

“Ah… I see,”  Aziraphale says icily.  “Well, I most assuredly do not look forward to working with you.”

The demon laughs.  “Feeling’s mutual.”

Twenty-four hours later, the demon is very surprised to find himself discorporated in his sleep.  He can’t explain what happened, he has absolutely no idea.

“Don’t let it happen again,” Beelzebub says, annoyed, and sends the demon back up.

After a mere three days, the demon ends up discorporated again.

A new replacement is sent up.  This one lasts for a week and a day.

A third replacement is sent up.  This one lasts for exactly four hours.

Three demons are sent up next time.  Two manage to stay alive for at least five months.  In that time, they botch four very important temptations, and the citizens of London inexplicably find their daily lives much improved in thousands of little ways.  Traffic and pollution are nonexistent, injury and illness are miraculously avoided.  Church attendance is up five hundred percent, and every politician and CEO is struck by the urge to donate as much money as possible to charity.  There’s a general feeling of contentedness and goodwill in the air that wasn’t there before.  It feels downright heavenly.

Suddenly, Beelzebub is having a very hard time finding anyone to take Crowley’s post.  Bribes and threats make no difference.  The rumors have spread and only grown more disturbing in the telling.  Not one demon is willing to go up there and face the cold, calculated, merciless wrath of the angel known as Aziraphale.

Crowley absolutely loses it when someone gets around to telling him.  “Y’know, I could’ve warned you,” he says gleefully.  “Been working with him for thousands of years.  I know exactly how much of a bastard he can be.”

After running the numbers and seeing how many souls they’ve lost to Heaven in the past year, Beelzebub gives up and concludes that trying to replace Crowley is a massive waste of resources Hell can’t afford.

After one year, Aziraphale receives another phone call.  He answers, with bated breath, and nearly shouts for joy when he hears a familiar voice.

“Hi, angel.  Lunch on me?”

BUCK: I love the term 'partners'. Are we dating? Are we robbing a bank? Are we two supposedly straight firefighters who are raising a child together? Who knows.

I really need them to change tao’s hair.. like really ITS NOT EVEN LIKE THAT IN THE COMICS WTF

aliceoseman: Heartstopper Season 2 is in production!! Those of you who are comic readers have some idea of what to expect, but there are plenty of surprises in store too. But for now… we’ve got work to do!! À bientôt! 🍂🎬

I don’t want buddie because it would be hot to watch them make out or have sex or whatever bullshit some fans clearly wanted all along. I don’t want surface level lust for buddie.

I want them holding hands and being casually affectionate. I want them waking up in the morning together and eating breakfast as a family and taking Christopher to school together. I want pet names and prolonged eye contact and gentle smiles. I want them having tough conversations and disagreeing but still coming to a compromise because they love each other and value what they have together. I want Christopher calling buck dad and for them to have little inside jokes and have him bragging to his friends about having not one, but TWO firefighter dads. I want them defending one another against their parents and their massive expectations and their unwillingness to change even in the face of the long lasting pain they’ve inflicted on their children. I want them sharing their trauma and helping with pt exercises and talking about chronic pain. I want a wedding and more kids and a long lasting relationship that’s built on mutual respect and friendship and understanding.

I don’t just want sex or make out scenes.

I want romance. I want love.

I see no difference in these two scenes

Sees his boyfriend being flirted with, gets jealous, goes to shut it down and claim his man!

Eddie and Carlos have NO CHILL

Amazing how gun atp invented acting.

Crazy how motherfuckers still won't give him awards for not me.

"wish i could help" get on your knees and do it then

Peak moment of the Episode where

Buck: you should talk to him *points up*

Eddie: God???!????

Buck: No, Bobby

“i wouldn’t want to piss off her ex: the lord” bobby if firefighting stops working for you you have a great career in comedy