#serious though

The one thing they all have in common? Any image from that scene:

Basically, this is Tumblr's algorithm right now...

Listen, Mommy is BROKE. I keep wishing a fairy god mother would send me a new IPad Pro for when my semester starts but I mean…

I don’t think it will happen. Unless somewhere here sees it, then I will literally be on my hands and knees or put them on their knees as a thank you 😉

DING!!!!

“Who is Christ’s name is texting you at seven o’clock on a Saturday morning?” Crowley groaned, leaning his forehead against Aziraphale’s.

DING!!!!

“I have no idea,” replied Aziraphale, nuzzling Crowley with the tip of his nose before reaching for his cellular phone.

“Tell them to fuck right off,” Crowley grumbled. He stooped down to retrieve his dark glasses from the floor and turned them over in his hands, presumably to check for scratches.

Aziraphale unlocked his home screen to access his text messaging application.

“It’s Gabriel,” he reported with a frown. “Principal Archer.”

“Yah, I know who Gabriel is,” groused Crowley. “Definitely tell him to fuck off.”

“Crowley,” Aziraphale warned. Crowley just pouted and went back to polishing his dark glasses with the hem of his shirt. “Hmmm…”

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