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Azirafeast is over, but I'm not done yet with our beloved little angelic bastard ray of sunshine so I used my newly found favourite sketching brush to practice on drawing Aziraphales face. A lot.
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Crowley mirrors himself during That Talk
If we compare Crowley about to confess his feelings to Aziraphale before he finds out about Heaven's offer, and after he finds out about the offer...
The posture, the swaying, the sniff, the positioning. Except he's so, so much more tense this time.
Like he desperately tries to start again and then he just-
The eyebrow raise on the 4th gif, he looks like he's going to throw up. fuck man
I am unwell.
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Okay fanfic writers, your mission, should you chose to accept it, is a filthy 100 word drabble, for any pairing, to be posted on Thursday, in time for American Thanksgiving.
Ready, set, write!
I read the entirety of Strange Moons on the couch at my in-laws yesterday while the 20+ members of my husbands extended family all around me talked about…. I don’t even know I was reading Strange Moons. Just me and my wine and my E fan fic over being the weird daughter in law on the corner of the sofa while they watched football and talked about…. Damned if I know I was reading Strange Moons.
Thanks for that, @racketghost it made my extended thanksgiving much better.
@onlylurkingreadingstuff I am so beyond delighted by this. thank you for making my week!
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The kiss that we deserved
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hello good omens fandom
*throws fanart and runs away*
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Some angst for my AU, Too Much of a Good Thing, courtesy of Hozier.
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🥃 constitution of an ox!! 🙄 aww no dying. enough dying. 😠✋ NUU more dying. no more dyyyying. 🙅♀️💃 dyiing is just... it's just... it’s just… wrrrrrrrroooonngggg. ❌🚫 nahh. narrrhhh. 👹 do i sound like a goat? 🤨🐐 neeeighhh. ♫ o flower of scooootlaaand 🏴 when will we see your likes again ♫ - 🫡 right come on, let's get cracking. 🤝 angel! 😇 angel. 🏳️🌈 say something that.. convinces her, that povertyisineffablywonderfulandlifeisworthliving GO ON. 😤💪
😠🫵 THERE YAARR 😒 you have sinned very BIGLY 💢 trrrying to kill yewself is… i mean, it’s..😧 it’s NOT AWNN 😡👎 if you daaare try to snuff 🔪 yourself again, you are damned foreever 🤷♂️ UNLESS—! 👆 unless 😏 how much have you got in ur wallet? 💰 how much, doctor 👨⚕️ mcfell? yeah that’s should be enough 💵 give ‘er that 😁 hey! hmm! gi’e her the moneeeey 🫰 angel! 🙏 buy a faarrrmmuh 🐮🐷 and be goood 😌 not just pretendy good, but prrroperly GOOD. 🤨👆
this is so fucking funny to me
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I'm so fucking productive. I got so much shit done today.
ⓘ Fact check: This user did the bare minimum for the first time in 3 months.
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Ineffable Inktober Day 15: "Love"
The love is stored in the HANDS, you know.
Yes, yes, I'm a few days late with this one. Hope you'll forgive me.
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The way you kiss me is fucking filthy. We’ve never had a gentle kiss. A tender kiss. A peaceful kiss. Our first was desperate and angry. Every kiss after has been desperate, angry, and dirty. We could have had something soft, I think. Something precious. You could have felt my hands explore your body with reverence, my tongue in your mouth a quiet question and a loving answer. Maybe you would have moved inside me slowly, whispered my name. Instead we have this. Instead you show up at the bookshop and turn my face to the wall before you fuck me standing. You leave bruises at my hips and breathe harshly into my ear. You fuck me like you’re punishing me for wanting it, and then you leave. Instead you appear while I’m watering my plants, and I’m on my knees and reaching for your zipper before the chime of the angelic miracle that brought you here has faded. Your fingers curl in my hair, you widen your stance so I won’t drool onto your shoes and when you come deep in my throat I come too, untouched and aching. You step away and fix your trousers. You don’t look at me, and then you leave. I find you standing at the bend of a road on one of my country drives, and after I stop the car you lean me back against the door of the Bentley and hitch one of my legs up around your waist and you kiss me while you take me hard and fast but your kisses are mostly teeth. It’s still the best fucking thing I’ve ever felt. It’s still the closest we’ve ever been and I come every time, even when you barely touch me. It’s fucking good, An— No, I don’t call you that anymore. It’s fucking good. Why would I want more? Why would I expect more? I can be this for you, if it’s what you need. If it’s what you want. High stress job? Lots of frustrations to work out? Let me take the edge off. I don’t mind. I’ll let you do whatever you want to me, and I’ll open my mouth and let you hear me moaning and gasping and begging. You don’t have to say a word. We never really talked, before. We don’t even pretend to talk now. Nina thinks it’s fucked up, but what does she know? Thinks she’s an expert just because someone soft and kind fell for her. Like that counts for anything. So keep visiting. And keep leaving. I’ll be here with bruised knees and a sore throat and an ache between my legs. Am I playing with fire here? Is this a game of Russian roulette? Oh, absolutely. One of these days you’re going to linger. Or you’ll break another pair of my glasses and you’ll forget yourself and look in my eyes. And on that day it’s all going to come spilling out. My heart will betray me. I’m going to tell you I love you and beg you to touch me softly, just once. Only once, and then we can forget I said anything. You’ll look at me with disappointment, and you won’t come back. But until that day comes, we have this. Vulgar and cruel and ours.
Part 3 of Fridge Poem Ficlets, wherein I try to cope with angsty poetry by @malachitegrey
Up on ao3 as well!
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John Salt (British, 1937-2021), Black Ford in Field, 1972. Oil on canvas, 48 x 72 in.
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This is Sophie. She tolerated other humans and adored me.I am putting her picture out there because others should know this beautiful creature once existed. I’m okay and not asking for condolences. I just want everyone to gaze upon and appreciate this lovely girl.
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I am screaming look at these photos
Cut scene of Crowley sleeping on a WALL in his PAJAMAS (HE WEARS PAJAMAS ((AND BLACK SILK ONES AT THAT)))
(From the Script book) He DOES wake up a mess and he DOES clean up instantly (WE WERE ROBBED OF MESSY HAIR CROWLEY)
CONCEPT ART FOR CROWLEYS BEDROOM
I CANT
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I'm seeing a buncha theories saying that Aziraphale and Crowley have been having sex the whole time. May I please present to you my rebuttal? Here it is:
6000 year old virgins acting like they know what the fuck they're doing would be hysterical.
Oh yeah, they would both approach it with the same attitude that Crowley did for gun experience.
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i think about my rant to @starofhisheart (T) often about how the ineffable bureaucracy plot felt sudden and how it got me on board with a bit more angst and yearning for our boys before we get an eventual happy ending. Copied from my messages to our group chat:
ME: Maybe it's because it's too obvious, but I haven't seen enough people in the fandom talking about how ineffable bureaucracy becoming canon is a demonstration to the fans of why what we want for the husbands is romantic, but not satisfying or a Good Idea in practise.
My first point, which I've been thinking ever since it happened, is how.... unsatisfying it was that they just got together?
Like they were just suddenly very in love and ran off together without the same tension they had in season 1. There was no irony, no pining, no wrestling with dilemmas. Neil just ticked it off the list like "See how it feels when a romance is just handed to you with no further plot? There were 2 beings, they fell in love and went away and lived happily ever after. Great, cool. You want to feel this way about our boys? Or do you want me to give you something you can actually sink your teeth into to make the getting together delicious?"
And point 2: they were a demonstration that Crowley's plan, which is always to run away, does not work. It, in fact, is selfish and fucks up everyone else's lives. Two powerful political figures jilted their positions, leaving everyone else in the lurch. The breakup happened BECAUSE GABRIEL LEFT AND HEAVEN NEEDED SOMEONE ELSE TO MANIPULATE! Demons attacked and started threatening partially because there was no Beez to oversee anything! And it was our boys who were left to pick up the pieces because those two decided to RuN aWaY tOgEtHeR
T: Yes!!! That makes so much sense!
ME: This whole plot was like Neil holding up a big neon sign saying TRUST ME THIS IS NOT WHAT YOU WANT.
T, perfectly saying in a sentence what I took paragraphs to get out: They were a cautionary tale; a "what could have happened if Aziraphale had taken Crowley's offer of Alpha Centauri." I mean, sure, the circumstances were different but the result wouldn't have been a satisfying conclusion to the story.
a genius wrote this
Absolutely agree. And the ease with which Gabriel and Beelzebub get their happy ending shows the privilege of their positions, which is another unrelated point really, but! The point I want to bring up is that they have each been in charge for thousands of years, meaning they have none (or at least significantly less) of the trauma and doubt that plague Aziraphale and Crowley. They have no ties to Earth. They have no friendships with angels, demons, humans, anyone but each other. They don’t enjoy food or wine or movies or books or anything material. Maybe Gabriel will miss that cool statue of himself but let’s face it. There is nothing, good or bad, keeping them here, nothing to stop them from exploring the stars for the next thousand years.
By contrast, our angel and demon are… so complicated. So complex. So entangled with the world and all the lives they’ve touched. So packed full of emotions they barely understand.
Everything that makes Aziraphale and Crowley different from Gabriel and Beelzebub—everything that makes us care about them and love them and want to see them get to that happy ending—is also everything that keeps them from simply dropping everything and running away.
I think, if nothing else, that was the point season 2 made over and over again: that this isn’t and never has been something simple, something easy, something to be resolved with an ily and a kiss. A good romance is more than just a quick elopement, a fancy ball, or a rainstorm and vavoom. It’s work, work that they’ve been putting in for so many thousands of years, and that they’ll continue putting in, because this can’t be how it ends. Neither of them will accept that.
(Sorry I just meant to say I agree but now I’m having EMOTIONS.)