#epitideios

useless headcanons.   /   accepting.

crowley never learned how to properly drive,   if you don’t count a five-minute rundown of what was where when he bought it.   if it’s not clear already by how the bentley has been quite literally running on empty since the 70′s   (   and before that,   since its purchase   ),   the thing runs purely on demonic will,   and therefore goes where crowley wants it to,   as fast as he wants it to   (   well,   crowley doesn’t believe it can go faster than the speedometer shows,   so it doesn’t,   even though he could technically make it if he thought he could   ).   of course,   crowley being crowley,   he thinks he’s doing more than he is,   and would be foolishly confident in his ability to teach someone else to drive until it actually came down to it.

then,   if you put him in a modern car,   his brain short-circuits for a minute,   and he usually resigns to willingly let it run on a demonic miracle.

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its because your viktor is amazing ��

     there’s a small huff coming from the barista as he glares at the genius currently situated on one of the plush chairs in the cafe.  sherlock had been coming over more often as of late and while jason enjoyed the man’s face the fact he was here from before opening until near closing time was a bit ridiculous.  it had startled him the first time sherlock knocked on the closed door to the cafe,  ten minutes shy of opening with a look that practically demanded caffeine.  since then,  sherlock’s been a pretty devoted regular.  jason didn’t mind the other’s company,  mostly,  but when sherlock’s in one of his moods jason has to put his foot down.

🥀 “Arrogance is a funny thing, when ones -sense of entitlement -goes so far as -to break into not only a --state building but a --private house? Sherlock -boasts this -to such an extent that it is -nearly expected of him.”