not-a-space-alien:

lolahatter0912:

not-a-space-alien:

I honestly can’t decide if I identify with Crowley or Aziraphale more because.  On one hand I too am a neurotic mess that raises houseplants and worries too much about being cool and constantly fucks up but wants people to love me.  And on the other hand, I too am testy and wish humans would leave me alone so I could read and love food so much I would be willing to try and stop the apocalypse so I could continue eating.

Okay here’s the thing – having never read Good Omens I honestly cannot tell which of these is the demon and which of these is the angel

that’s honestly so incredible like that’s kind of the point of good omens tbh

shiremaiden:

LOTR CHAPTERS: THE RETURN OF THE KING – Chapter Seventeen: Homeward Bound

At last the hobbits had their faces turned towards home. They were eager now to see the Shire again; but at first they rode only slowly, for Frodo had been ill at ease. When they came to the Ford of Bruinen, he had halted, and seemed loth to ride into the stream; and they noted that for a while his eyes appeared not to see them or things about him. All that day he was silent. It was the sixth of October.
   “Are you in pain, Frodo?” said Gandalf quietly as he rode by Frodo’s side.
   “Well, yes I am,” said Frodo. “It is my shoulder. The wound aches, and the memory of blackness is heavy on me. It was a year ago today.”
   “Alas! There are some wounds that cannot be wholly cured,” said Gandalf.
   “I fear it may be so with mine,” said Frodo. “There is no real going back. Though I may come to the Shire, it will not seem the same; for I shall not be the same. I am wounded with knife, sting, and tooth, and a long burden. Where shall I find rest?”
   Gandalf did not answer.