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Crowley bby you did your best and you deserves a gold "you tried" star but a group of two is NOT a clear definition AT ALL

want runs deep in you, heavy and thick, and the dam is creaking under its weight.

want is like dust, thousands of years worth of dust on your heavy shoulders and you dare not move. if you stay very still and keep to yourself maybe no one will notice.

want is like grief, love left unclaimed. want is like hunger and you are famished.

wanting is dangerous, so you smother it.

infatuation makes your heart race love is quiet. love sets you at ease.

and because most of my pieces are mental screenshots of little scenes in my head, here's the scene:

Crowley was tugged into consciousness bit by bit. The afternoon light slowly filtered in, as well as the hum of music from the other room and the weird angle his neck was at. He was warm and content and wanted to sink back into his nap, but the threads of sleep fluttered away the more he tried. Finally, he took a deeper breath, shifting in the armchair, and cracked an eye open just a sliver. There he was, the angel, sitting at his desk. Had hardly noticed Crowley was awake, engulfed in his task of retouching a damaged page. Looking at his hands, Crowley became aware of the fuzzy warmth covering his own and peeked down to see a blanket tucked around his shoulders.

The feeling hit him so hard he let his head loll to the side, eyes closed. His chest tightened and he just…buckled. Finally came undone under the weight of his love for Aziraphale. Its inexorable, steadfast pull which he had been pushing back against for millennia, it had finally caught him off guard, sleepy and vulnerable and so tired from holding back, from refusing to name it. It was a quiet surrender. Crowley looked back at Aziraphale with the understanding of a man meeting his end and embracing it.

Perhaps he could gently pull the blanket to the side and get up. Perhaps he could cross the few steps to the desk and place a freshly made cup of tea to Aziraphale’s right. Perhaps he would hold his gaze, for longer than needed to answer “Don’t mention it”. Perhaps he would ask him if he would like a scone with that. Perhaps Aziraphale would understand that this was not about the scone at all. And yet, what Crowley was asking of him was also exactly about scones. And tea. And quiet afternoons together. Perhaps the angel would finally put down his sword, too, and the world would let out a breath it had been holding for millennia.

the soulmate to this piece, i guess.

in which crowley tries to convince himself that all is not yet lost, because underneath it all, he is an optimist…

Pahoehoe ropes form in the Wahaula Lava Flow,Hawai'i Island by USGS

@fandomawesomeness

Yall, today we learned this is the color. And that’s its real name.

oh the things autumn makes me feel

Current corvid merch catalogue!!

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I have once again found a picture of you in the wild

A…snail……………………….

Blink Blink

Eyes squinted? Check

Crow Time - Statue 1

Perfect Carlos and his perfect hair…

Hehehe let’s seee

There was once two friends, one more similar then the other friend

both very different from eachother, but with vague similarities as well.

As they gained more similarities, they became closer

And as they became closer, they fell in love

But even through the similarities came another

One who was more similar to different

And withe the similarities this other became closer the different friend

For they were one of the same

And withe these similarities, the other and the friend became closer

And withe closeness came love

The different friend left the similar friend

For one more similar to its own peculiarities

But as the similar friend and the other became known to eachother

They realized

All of them were similar in their own ways

They each have differences, but what they have in common is the differences

Each are their own, and together have themselves

@fandomawesomeness I have no idea heh, your turn~

writing prompt: whatever is going here

Hearts hearts hearts

The Most Detailed Images of the Moon ever (2023)

Photographer Darya Kawa stacked (133,000) frames and 147GB worth of data to achieve this. I've been working on this project since 4 days ago. This image takes up to 22 hours of editing and stacking since the amount of data was so massive.

Kawa took almost a quarter million frames (231,000) and i spend unimaginable amount of work over the course of 3 weeks to process and stack all the data which was equivalent to 313 GB.

FLOWERS

also yes

I can

Even through death, and seemingly impossible life, they are amplified in their beauty, and all that is believed and thought into them. They are frozen in the moment of life, and in death, show the meaning of love.

Though the ice has a deathly touch, it’s sweet caress petrified, and preserved it.

The love and life the flowers were given by, forever trapped in grateful departure.

Someone, whoever it was, brought withe those flowers love and bittersweet memories within them. And those offerings to the departed, confined in the glittering storm.

Withe what destroys, a storm of tears and sorrow. But even through the darkness comes a gleaming life. A preserved moment. Forever against the odds.

And through the storm, you see light. You see love and hate and happiness and sorrow. And throughout all of that, is the moment of the past, meeting withe the present, and turning into the future.

And withe what moment passes, and withe what storm may happen, comes forth the moments given and the love preserved in an endless embrace.

An embrace, that supposedly has the claws of deaths, sweetly reminds you.

Reminds you of what is to come, and what has come, meeting in impossible odds, to become the present.

@fandomawesomeness there ya go!

cemetery flowers after the ice storm photography: Peter Fricke

HA SOMEONE SAY UNKLE AHAHHA @fandomawesomeness

Boromir Lives AU: it's a BABY

Activate Stiflingly Protective Big Brother Turbo Boost

Labor Day

The Gondor Chronicle's headline reads Brilliant Military Strategist and War Hero Absolutely Loses His Goddamn Mind During Sister-in-Law's Routine Labor

Beregond didn't anticipate this under the Extra Duties as Assigned clause in his job description

Somebody say uncle, quick

NEW LIFE NEW LIFE NEW LIFE IN A WORLD HE THOUGHT WAS ENDING, YOU GUYS

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Boromir Lives: Helm's Deep

Boromir Lives: Whump-Time After Pelennor

Boromir Lives: GO TO SLEEP

Boromir Lives: Aragorn's Coronation

Boromir Lives: Faramir and Eowyn's Wedding

Boromir Lives: The Haircuts

Inktober 2023 - 13 Rise by tyberioaeus

This artist on Instagram

Wicked Ink - 13 Rise by CinnamonDevil

Peter Jackson on casting Frodo

“Frodo was a very, very important character in the movies. But he’s also a very difficult character to play and to cast. […] We were convinced that Frodo is gonna be an English actor, ’cause we wanted the Hobbits to basically be English as Tolkien really wrote them. So, we went to London and we started auditioning.

We couldn’t think of any actor to play Frodo. We had nobody in mind. We thought it would be unknown English actor, a young kid. We were in London auditioning for about a month and we’ve probably seen three hundred Frodos. There were two or three that were okay, but nothing magical, you know. ’Cause Frodo had to be magical. Every time the casting room door opened and some nervous young actor would come in, we were saying, ‘is this gonna be Frodo?’ And you sort of know within ten seconds that it wasn’t really Frodo. It was a worry, but we were plugging on.

And then our casting director said to us one day, ‘A package’s just come in the mail. It’s from Elijah Wood’. It was a video tape, a VHS tape. I had heard Elijah’s name, but I’ve never seen a film he’d done. I actually had no face for Elijah, I didn’t know how he looked like.

So, we put the video tape in. Elijah was in LA and heard that we were in London and we’re not gonna come to LA. He really wanted to get this role. So, he hired a dialect coach to teach him accent, he’d gone to the local costume-hire, got some cheesy kind of Hobbit costume on. He’d gone into the trees somewhere behind his house with a friend, and he just videotaped his own audition. He didn’t have our script, so he was reading from the book, he was doing Frodo parts from the book.

I just put this video tape in, and literally, not having known who Elijah Wood was really, I just thought, ‘he’s wonderful, he’s absolutely great’. And so, Elijah cast himself”.

(x)

 Lycoris radiata

Nautilus

Falling Star by Witold Pruszkowski (1884)

Classicstober: Chiron and his best boy

Chaos Magic is the hardest to learn but the easiest to master. All it requires is the abject belief that your ritual will have an effect, despite all evidence to the contrary, and then it will.

@fandomawesomeness

Point Bonita lighthouse, oil on canvas. — Frederick Ferdinand Schafer (American/German, 1839-1927)

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Good Omens + text posts