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Sep. 12th, 2011

keep laughing; it's your gf's shirt

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I just slept with your mum.
went down like a lead balloon

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This whole "errand boy" thing is a lovely novelty for Crowley – it's been a few years (decades, really) since he's gotten to have what basically amounts to a personal servant, someone to take care of all the unpleasant dirty work he didn't want to bother with. Blackmailing Sam Winchester had been a great idea.

Well, mostly. Up until he started getting annoyed and dragging Crowley into the demon's own fights. He barely escaped the scuffle with Hastur unsinged by holy water, and as he pushes open the door to Aziraphale's bookshop he could use a little reassurance, and more importantly, he could really use a drink.

"Don't get up, angel, it's me. There's a Bordeaux in the back, isn't there?"

Jan. 30th, 2011

shirley you can't be serious

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Just as I thought, loaded die.

Oct. 3rd, 2010

he had great cheekbones.

Stolen from effin' everyone.

Post a CONFESSION Meme

It's a little clichéd, but I'll admit I like the idea of confession.

Aug. 30th, 2010

absolutely fabulous in snakeskin

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It's probably to their eternal credit that after trading dares, insults, snipes, and bets over the outcome for days, Dean Winchester and Crowley have the drive (no pun intended) to put their money where their mouths are and turn their wheels to the street. Wagers are riding on both their backs, and regardless of who wins the stakes are already jacked up sky-high.

And who can blame them, really? It's a tough call: Dean's resilient and undeniably badass 1967 Impala versus Crowley's singular 1926 Bentley. Both cars have their strengths, so out of a somewhat stilted attempt at fair play, the course is rather varied in terrain, starting off smoothly before transitioning to an unpaved back-country road.

A cigarette propped between his lips and his hands nonchalantly in his pockets, Crowley's leaning against the side of the Bentley, the car bright and clean and freshly-waxed and still looking as sharp as the day she rolled off the assembly line almost eighty years ago -- and working just as well, he thinks with a smirk, if not a little better.

Let the pissing contest begin.

Jun. 27th, 2010

resolution: stop googling myself

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Have I ever mentioned that I love the Internet?

Yes. I have dirty thoughts. :)Collapse )

Dec. 31st, 2009

happy doomsday bitches

We don't need no resolutions.


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Oct. 9th, 2009

obligatory smoking icon is obligatory

Fallen Angel Therapy: How to Grow a Pair and Get on With Your (Un)Life

Despite all evidence to the contrary, Anthony J. Crowley is not a particularly big fan of anguish. Sure, it's a part of life, and he's well aware of the emotional turmoil that comes from falling from grace (as well as being directly involved in the end times, but let's not get into that), and sure he can sympathize. But to be quite frank, it's getting a little old. Falling was in vogue six thousand years ago, but this is the 21st century. It was time to get on with it.

Crowley's big into getting on with it.

He's also well aware that demons (and, for that matter, angels) have a tendency to go about things the hard way, forgoing a lot of the human-made shortcuts and distractions out there. This is why he's currently standing in front of his well-stocked home bar, pouring himself a glass of a very nice vintage Bordeaux while taking drags off a lit Gauloise cigarette, Mozart playing quietly on his stereo system. You need to have luxury to entertain the Fallen, after all, but it's a simple recipe: nothing quite like getting sloshed to make you forget about your problems.
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Oct. 6th, 2009

crawly he decided was just not him

New Years' Resolutions

By Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman

Resolution #1...Collapse )
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