Thinking About How Johnny And Alex Met At A Shitty Night Job And Decided A Few Years Later To Write An

Partenit. Southern coast of Crimea. 1910s. by Serhii Vasylkivskyi (1854–1917).

I desperately need post canon shinanigans with those three

Just finished Juno Steel and the case of the murderuos mask and i actively feel this podcast taking over my brain

Talk about a twist..

currently having many feelings tm about Helen being the first person, after Martin, after this kinda huge personality shift in Jon’s character, him excepting the truth and entering this horrid world of unknown monsters, in whose story he admits to believe, willingly and openly, only for her to be immediately killed

watched the episode and went here specifically to find and reblog this scene

I'm not sure what part of this is my favorite. (They are all my favorite.)

"The point is," said Crowley, "the point is. The point is." He tried to focus on Aziraphale. "The point is," he said, and tried to think of a point.

[insp.]

All I want in my merthur is Arthur to trust Merlin to toxic lengths and Merlin to never, ever misuse that trust. I want Arthur to be slapped with one hundred evidences against Merlin but not believe in Merlin’s fault because Merlin said he didn’t do it, and he actually didn’t. I want Arthur to not know but know about Merlin’s magic, and Merlin to know that Arthur knows but doesn’t know because he cannot know because Uther is the king. I want Arthur to have absolute faith at all times in Merlin, that Merlin is able to save him and his kingdom, and Merlin being unsure of himself, but never giving up, because he knows that Arthur trusts him, even if he cannot say it, because he doesn’t know, but knows, and Merlin cannot let him down.  

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i started malevolent fully sure it was finished (for some reason??) and, needless to say, the biggest plot twist of season 4 for me was, in fact, season 5

took a break from listening to wtnv awhile back just because it stopped making sense to me (not the lore obv just…the words, somehow) just to turn around and start camp here and there a few weeks later

Sweetpea by Ivan Trush, 1920s