Formerly known at TheAfternoonBreak, apparently Tumblr wanted me to renew things a bit. Chances are I'm way older than you. Avid rper, fangirl, multishipper, multifandom. Feel free to drop a line!



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Crowley just walking in his flat appreciation.



Watching him saunter makes my stress melt. Opposite effect on his ferns, but I AIN’T THEM, so

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we decide if we want you or not.”

I haven’t watched this for ages and this scene really hit me today. “Then we decide if we want you or not.”


Oh, John. 😭

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If you can’t find the story that you’re looking for in canon, homemade is fine.

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Also, if a property is underwhelming, extrapolation and going visionary is also fine.

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i have no regrets and no braincells

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Night flight to San Francisco; chase the moon across America. God, it’s been years since I was on a plane. When we hit 35,000 feet, we’ll reach the tropopause, the great belt of calm air, as close as I’ll ever get to the ozone. I dreamed we were there. The plane leapt the tropopause, the safe air, and attained the outer rim, the ozone, which was ragged and torn, patches of it threadbare as old cheesecloth, and that was frightening. But I saw something only I could see, because of my astonishing ability to see such things: Souls were rising, from the earth far below, souls of the dead, of people who perished from famine, from war, from the plague, and they floated up, like skydivers in reverse, limbs all akimbo, wheeling and spinning. And the souls of these departed joined hands, clasped ankles, and formed a web, a great net of souls, and the souls were three-atom oxygen molecules, of the stuff of ozone, and the outer rim absorbed them, and was repaired. Nothing’s lost forever. In this world, there’s a kind of painful progress. Longing for what we’ve left behind, and dreaming ahead. At least I think that’s so.

- Harper Pitt, Angels in America by Tony Kushner

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This means a great lot in a moment in time where maybe the most important thing that we remember right now is the sanctity of the human spirit it is the profound privilege of my life to play Prior Walter in Angels in America because he represents the purest spirit of humanity and especially that of the LGBTQ community. It is a spirit that says no to oppression. It is a spirit that says no to bigotry, no to shame, no to exclusion. It is a spirit that says we are all made perfectly and we all belong. So I dedicate this award to the countless LGBTQ people who have fought and died to protect that spirit,  to protect that message, for the right to live and love as we are created to. 

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Angels In America + Humour

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I want more life. I can’t help myself. I do. I’ve lived through such terrible times and there are people who live through much worse. But you see them living anyway. When they’re more spirit than body, more sores than skin, when they’re burned and in agony, when flies lay eggs in the corners of the eyes of their children - they live. Death usually has to take life away. I don’t know if that’s just the animal. I don’t know if it’s not braver to die, but I recognize the habit; the addiction to being alive. So we live past hope. If I can find hope anywhere, that’s it, that’s the best I can do. It’s so much not enough. It’s so inadequate. But still bless me anyway. I want more life.
Angels in America (2003, Mike Nichols)
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To the world. To the world.


Headcanon: Crowley’s also still watching from the corner of his eye. You just can’t see it behind the glasses.

Additional Headcanon: Crowley needs to look away to keep the blush crawling up the back of his neck at bay. Aziraphale is now free to love and the power of it is overwhelming. While this is fresh and new, Crowley will need to keep those adoring stares on measured intake to keep from imploding with them

I take back everything I said about there not being a kiss at the end of Good Omens

Personal headcanon: it’s important character development that Azirphale keeps staring and is angled toward Crowley, while Crowley is angled more neutrally. The first time we see them dining together at the Ritz, Crowley is leaning SO far in toward Azirphale he looks like he is going to topple the fuck over. In that scene, Aziraphale has a more neuteral/outward angled posture and is more focused on his food than Crowley. In my mind, the postures are symbolic of their mindsets at that point, Aziraphale is still on the fence, he’s not ready for an “our side”, he sees Crowley as a friend (and probably loves him, after the church scene), but not as an equal. Crowley is making all the effort (you know what I mean, not THaT kind) in the first scene, both in the literal context of the scene and in the body language and blocking of the scene, he is the only one of them fully prepared to join with the other. In fact, the WAY he leans in and the WAY he stares at Aziraphale in that scene is almost desperate in its NEED. He is trying SO hard and getting nothing. Fast forward to this scene, the blocking and body language is entirely different and I think it marks important shifts for both of them, psychologically. Aziraphale is looking at Crowley the whole time, even after Crowley appears to turn away (he may still be looking under the glasses, I don’t know for sure obviously). He is smiling, fondly, openly. He engages with Crowley, ‘cheers’-ing their glasses, and talking to him, rather than focusing on himself and his food/drink and treating Crowley like an afterthought (we don’t actually see them make conversation until after Aziraphale finishes his food in the first ritz scene, it’s almost as though Aziraphale has pleasurably eaten an entire meal in silence and then only allows Crowley to interact once he has finished). It’s a marked change in both behavior and positioning that I take to symbolize Aziraphale’s shift to an “our side” thinking, and an acceptance of Crowley as more than a friend but as someone worthy of being his equal and partner. Crowley’s body language is even more different in this scene, and I view it as super important and symbolic. Crowley tries SO damn hard the WHOLE time he is on earth. He tries to get Aziraphale to be his friend, then to recognize and admit their friendship (which Aziraphale seems to repeatedly resist), he even tries (even if he fails pretty pathetically and it’s why we love him) to get Hell’s approval for his deeds (‘Can I get a wahoo?’). In the first scene at the Ritz, he is trying SO hard to get Aziraphale to join him… to HELP him. To stay with him, on earth, which he doesn’t want destroyed in order for them to do so. He is physically manifesting that desperation the first time, turned entirely profile view to the camera, facing Aziraphale and leaning across the table. But in this scene… THIS scene is SO important and really beautiful for many reasons, but also really beautiful just for Crowley because it visually SHOWS that he doesn’t feel the need to try so hard anymore. He knows, he KNOWS the change that has happened with Aziraphale. He got what he wanted, they have ‘their side’. He’s comfortable and confident in the knowledge that Aziraphale is with him, and that he doesn’t have to try so hard anymore. He’s sitting at the table naturally, he’s angled toward the camera just like Aziraphale, he is not SO scared of losing Aziraphale that he feels the need to stare him down, to be ready to leap across the table at any second. He just looks so content for the first time in the series and a LOT of things about this scene warm my heart, but the change in blocking of the two scenes and particularly Crowley’s positioning just DOES ME IN because I have no idea whether it was intentional but that’s absolutely how I headcanon the difference in those postures and it melts my heart for that sweet little demon because he has been through a lot and fucking DESERVES to finally be content and be viewed as an equal.

Good Omens (2019): a masterclass in narration and acting

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we can’t have 2 murder raccoons on one team

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my food in the microwave

sound ON

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There are so many ways to use a bench! 

Which one is your favorite? :)

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There are so many ways to use a bench! 

Which one is your favorite? :)

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Aziraphale: I want to hear those three little words.

Crowley: I love you?

Aziraphale: Try again.

Crowley: Fine. I will behave.

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Okay, that was pretty tight

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