the first time crowley makes aziraphale laugh, he sort of, well. startles it out of him, crowley thinks. like aziraphale weren’t quite sure how to do it properly before they were doing it together, and that’s a real shame, because aziraphale’s got one of those faces that’s a bit prone to be laughing, one of those mouths that fits so neatly around a smile with the lips and the teeth and the lines that form in his cheeks.
crowley doesn’t remember a whole lot about laughter, doesn’t remember whether he learned it in heaven or in hell, and it’s not until much, much later that he wonders whether he learned it right there with aziraphale, at exactly the same time.
he likes laughing. he likes smiling, actually, which he knows is not exactly cool and never has been. he likes sarcastic little jokes and pranks and tricks and quips - which came first, the joke or the laughter. he likes wit and he likes satire and he likes banter and he likes parodies, farces and gags and hoodwinks and mischief.
but best of all, he likes laughing. he likes laughing with aziraphale.
some centuries are better than others, for laughs. some centuries it seems like aziraphale is full up of it, like he’s spilling over with it, frothy sea-foam chuckles and wine-slowed giggles. like he looks at crowley and something in him just opens, and he can’t help himself.
some centuries aziraphale doesn’t laugh at all, though, and the years drag on and on.
he doesn’t laugh much in the years that they follow around little warlock dowling. oh, he chortles and he guffaws, but it’s all part of the act aziraphale is wearing around his neck like an albatross. his eyes don’t glitter and his belly doesn’t move, and crowley never thought he’d be the one to be teaching a child how to find joy in the world. “he won’t turn out for your side if you don’t get yourself sorted,” he hisses at aziraphale. “i’m teaching him about laughing while he trods on slugs and ruins cook’s best desserts before dinner. you need to step up your game.”
“i know,” aziraphale says, weary, watching warlock as he picks aziraphale’s tulips and giggles, brandishing the flower in their direction. “i know.”
some days it’s okay. aziraphale shows warlock a few of his magic tricks, inserts a few gavottes into a sunny afternoon, and aziraphale smiles like he means it, but most days, it’s just crowley, trying desperately not to turn the antichrist into, well. the antichrist.
the days leading up to the apocalypse are the worst. aziraphale doesn’t laugh - he barely smiles. he puts on a paper-thin show with his magic tricks and hates himself when he’s done. he smiles the worst smile - the fake one - and laughs the worst laugh - the anxious one - and crowley wants to bundle him right up and take him off to alpha centauri where he can zing oscar wilde’s best one-liners into the atmosphere until aziraphale learns to do it properly again.
afterwards, there’s nothing but silence in the hollows of crowley’s flat.
“we’re going to die, aren’t we,” aziraphale says.
“well, erm,” crowley says, “yes. probably.”
“you know, i’m a bit relieved. it’ll all be done with, finally. the pretending. the fear.”
crowley looks at him, really looks at him. he’s exhausted, and crowley hates it. there are no laugh lines in his face, no ready suggestion of a smile, and crowley hates that more. “bollocks,” he says. “we can’t stop now. we’ve come this far, haven’t we? we’re so close, angel. one last sprint ahead of us and we’ll be clear of all this, you can’t give up now.”
“i’m tired of running away from them,” aziraphale says.
“so stop running away from them. run straight at them. barrel them over, knock ‘em down like nine-pins.”
aziraphale doesn’t smile, but his eyes change, just a little, like he’s remembering about smiling. “how do you suppose we could do that?”
crowley knows his face so well. he knows how aziraphale wears it, how he holds it. he knows how aziraphale shines out of it. he thinks aziraphale probably knows his face just the same. “i think i’ve got an idea.”
he’s not sure that it’ll work. even as he’s walking back out of heaven’s doors, he’s not sure that it has worked. even as he’s walking back across london, he’s not sure.
then there’s aziraphale, wearing crowley’s face, scowling as he walks back. he sits next to crowley on the bench and holds out his hand.
and aziraphale looks at him, and he laughs.
he laughs, and he laughs loud and big and strong, his mouth open and his cheeks flushed. he laughs all the way down into his chest, and yes, crowley knows what what would feel like now, in that chest. he knows what that feels like in that throat, in that voicebox, on that tongue.
it feels like freedom, and it feels, all of a sudden, like the very first time: standing on the gates of eden, having a laugh. simple. easy.
it feels like finding something, and being found in return.
“can i tempt you to lunch?” he asks, in a silly voice, hoping to tempt aziraphale into laughing again.
aziraphale does, bright and quick. “temptation accomplished.”
this is so funny to me because I feel like 22, is it because of the way I talk or the fact I write about how much I love my cat all the time like some sort of 30-year old spinster who has given up on human contact? 😂
Horror Villains Reactions: To S/O Who Thinks She’s Smiling/Laughing ‘Too Much’
So, I’ve been having this problem, where you know, I’ve been
happy. I know, it’s the worst. A curse.
But then I thought I was looking like a crazy person in here
all alone in my bedroom, because I’m smiling and laughing a lot (And then I tell
myself Stop it Hannah, damnit. We wanna be happy. Set a good
example, dang!) and I thought this would make a cute reaction post! Total
fluff! So here we go.
Remember, DON’T EVER THINK THIS WAY, ITS GOOD TO BE SMILING,
I LOVE YOU
I hope this cheers some of ya’ll up ^^
Billy Loomis: “Yeah, I noticed. But ‘too much’? No
way. No such thing, comeon.” *Gives you hug* // Also will
probably make fun by asking if its because your cheeks hurt and then hooking
his fingers into the corners of your mouth and tugging (Not enough to hurt!!)
Bubba Sawyer: Noooooooooooooooooooooo! Be happy Y/N!
Bubba will c r y.
Carrie White: She thinks that’s
very silly of you and, also, she tells you a bit shyly that she’s noticed and
thought you looked really pretty.
Chucky / Charles Lee Ray: “The fuck? Get here and let
me punish you for being an idiot- get here- hey.” When you refuse to go over to
him, he grins. “*Tells an inside joke between you two that he knows you think
is hilarious, just to be a shit.*”
Chop Top Sawyer: “Reeeaaaalllllyyyyyy?” Chop Top
turns on you, a mischievous grin on his lips. // He’s gonna chase you.
Drayton Sawyer: Don’t be ridiculous, Drayton
says, sighing deeply. That’s the craziest idea he’s heard for a while. Also, he
secretly loves your smile- he’s just too nervous to say it. Why do you think he’s
always making you food he knows you like!
Debbie Loomis: Deeply rolls her
eyes and makes a ‘tut’ sound, then turns to you again and exasperatedly smiles,
shaking her head. “Do be ridiculous, sweetheart.”
Freddy Krueger: *Points sternly at you with a knife
finger* Smile! *Bastard will chase you if you refuse, but he means well!*
Inkubus: Compliments you on your smile- he loves it! You
can’t possible smile too much for him!! He understands, though, like Mickey and
Stu that maybe your mouth hurts or something and you can have cuddles.
Jason Voorhees: Does a freaken double take.You’re…
too happy?? I’m sorry, Jason doesn’t comprehend. He thought he was doing
a good job- please, explain to him. He’s new to the whole ‘human’ thing (Even
though he was one, obviously). When he understands though, he’ll be exasperated
and just pat your head.
Jedidiah Sawyer: He thinks: Man, I wish I had that
problem. // On the outside: He sits with you and he’ll massage your cheeks
with his thumbs.
Jennifer Check: “I have a
solution for you,” // You: “What?” // Her: “If I’m making out with you, you can’t
smile.” *A flirty smile* // You: “Well, I guess, its worth a try!” *You
try to sound sarcastic. *
Jill Roberts: For a split
second, she thinks about saying something sarcastic or mean… but then she can’t
bring herself to do it and just grants you a little genuine smile and runs her hands
affectionately through your hair/over your head.
Luda Mae Hewitt: “Oh, sweetheart… “She laughs,
very gently and shakes her head. She thinks that’s slightly silly and very
cute, but also on some level understands. “Okay, do you want some downtime
then? We can sit and have some tea?” // Luda Mae’s great.
Mayor Buckman: Thinks he’s sneaky andspends
the rest of the day doing things he knows makes you laugh or happy. He just wants
his sunshine to be happy all the time!!
Michael Myers: He will fucking tickle you, don’t test
Mickey Altieri: He understands. He
thinks it’s pretty damn cute that you think that, because its good to be
happy!! But he will bring you into a hug so you can hide your face in his chest.
“Baby, baby, its fine! It’s a good thing.”
Midnight Man: Okay, he really
doesn’t understand humans right now.
Pamela Voorhees: Oh my god, she
thinks you’re the cutest thing. Her sunshine!
Patrick Bateman: Man, he has this
problem too. Not because he was actually happy, but because he sometimes can’t
tell how much smiling is too much for his act. You guys talk about this //
Secretly he loves seeing you smile so much.
Pennywise (OG): Oh, my god, he will be a shit and tell sooooo many jokes. He
just likes to see you happy!
Pennywise (New): Takes your jaw in his hands and brings your face close to
his, then makes the biggest, sharpest smile possible. I don’t know why, he just
deemed it fitting. Makes you smile some, at least. Probably ends up getting
stuck with you massaging your cheeks cuz they HURT.
Roman Bridger: Will massage your
cheeks for you with his thumbs. I mean, he’s a bit of stuck up twat-ish guy, but
he completely changes around you honestly. Becomes so much happier and nicer.
He’s loved and wanted, for once!
Sheriff Hoyt/ Charlie Hewitt: “Whatth-
Girl/boy, you take that back.” If you insist, he’ll sigh and ask if you want to
go on a ride with him, just to cool off a bit. Its his answer to all problems
but it generally works.
Stu Macher: Okay, he will be a bit of a shit at first
and make you laugh some more with his stupid cute jokes, but then when you starts
complaining about your cheeks hurting or you get upset at him he’ll bring you
into a hug so you can hide your face in his jumper.
The Man: “Baby girl/boy… “He moans, exasperated but grinning at
you. “No… “
Thomas Hewitt: Similar to Bubba, he wants you
to be happy all the time, so uh… he has no sympathies. This sounds like the
right time to settle you in his lap and have cuddles.
Idk how old your one post was about girls being girls but I just saw it and I one time in elementary my friends and I would try to summon ghosts to play hide and seek with us we drew our own ouijia board and went to our makeshift treehouse in woods
GIRLS WILL BE GIRLS
me and my friends used to play Warrior Cats in the woods as our own clan and we would sometimes have one of our own “die” so they could come back as Star Clan and “guide” us
So there are a lot of comic book characters that fans want Timmy to be cast as. You got your Young Loki crowd, your Dick Grayson crowd , your Harry Osborn crowd, and then I keep seeing people who want him cast as Wiccan. And I’m like who the fuck is Wiccan? So off to Wiki I go…..
Oh ok ok cool. Cool. Young Avengers. Dark hair. I can see it I guess.
Let’s learn more shall we?
Mmhmm mmmhmmm. Wait wait a relationship with Hulkling? Well who is this Hulkling???
OH WELL WELL.
People want him to play a super hero who has a romantic relationship with a large blonde man. COOL. COOOOL. *cough*