Thinking about how my mom tried to “seduce” my dad when they were in college together by sneaking oranges into his backpack, because she grew up food insecure and feeding someone/sharing food was a big deal with her upbringing with a lot of emotional meaning–
and meanwhile my poor dad is just convinced that he’s been haunted by some citrus poltergeist because why the fuck are there always oranges in his bag he swears he did not put there???
Saw some pictures of the bookshop and there are So. Many. Candles! And now I just picture, after their lunch/tea/dinner at the Ritz, Crowley takes Aziraphale back the bookshop and while the angel is checking his inventory, Crowley is quietly collecting every single candle within burning distance and Aziraphale is just like, my dear, what the fuck? And Crowley is like, Nope, can’t be trusted with fire, angel. Couldn’t protect you before but will now.
Aziraphale gives him heart eyes but Crowley is way too focused on his candle hunt to notice.
was messing with some fake tweet makers and the idea that dick just uses twitter to compliment and flirt with himself hit me and i couldn’t stop til i made it.
