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he turns the drinks he ordered into wine and then just cries loudly in the mcdonald’s parking lot while blasting olivia rodrigo

(reposting this without the. uh. addition)

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y'all wanted ineffable husbands art y'all get ineffable husbands art

i made this a few months ago when i was experimenting with brushes so yeah😭 hope you like it:))

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“Can i try yours?”

….

“Sure.”

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Can we just appreciate and love this man? ❤️‍🔥

@bil-daddy @uziraphale

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“You must understand,” Aziraphale had whispered. He was on the doorstep of the bookshop, months after his departure, looking in at Crowley — disheveled, both of them. Broken, both of them. Afraid, both of them.

Hopeful, both of them.

“I understand, Aziraphale,” Crowley had said back. They had stretched out a hand to Aziraphale. “Come on. Let’s think of a plan together.”

And they had. Somehow, miraculously, ineffably, a second apocalypse had been averted. Heaven and Hell were cut off. They were free — truly free. And they had all the time in the universe.

So, naturally, they left London.

OR: After the Second Coming does not Come, Crowley and Aziraphale move to the South Downs. However, living together is difficult when there are over 6000 years of tension between them - tension which must be resolved if they are to have their happily ever after.

Words: 17,442

Status: Complete

Rating: Explicit

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52594840/chapters/133038679

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After all the dust has settled, Crowley and Aziraphale have agreed to actually start dating, like the humans do, although still taking things at their own glacial pace. But a trip to Kew Garden’s Orchid Festival has unexpected consequences when the rare night-flowering plant they are there to see blooms and they find out that occult and ethereal beings have quite a strong reaction to the pollen.

Words: 11,824

Status: Complete

Rating: Explicit

@illustrious-slimeman @andromeda4004

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55666759

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Aziraphale, thirty-eighth order scrivener—at least, that's who they told him he was—wakes up from some perfectly normal memory loss to find a cryptic note written on his hand. The further he goes in his search for answers, the more questions he has. Will he ever learn why he was demoted to a desk job? Or how he'd managed to collect enough books to open a bookshop? Or why that familiar red-haired demon on Earth seems to be avoiding him?

Words: 25,897

Status: Complete

Rating: General Audiences

@cyan-kelpie

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49621384/chapters/125241871

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As an Angel, it's impossible for Aziraphale to miss the flashes of love he has been sensing from Crowley since the Beginning. Even harder to miss is the fact that he is very clearly the object of that overwhelming affection.

But an Angel and a Demon can't be together. (Can they?)

Words: 24,322

Status: Complete

Rating: Mature

@phoenix-soar

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20835647/chapters/49530413

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“Would you like to explain why you’re watching pornography? In your bookshop? During business hours?”

Aziraphale flaps his hand, typically dismissive of any criticisms of his abysmal business practices. “Did you know I’ve been on this earth for nearly 6 millennia and have never engaged in intercourse before?”

Crowley grinds his teeth and feels his cheeks heat. What is he supposed to say to that?

Words: 17,746

Status: Complete

Rating: Explicit

@summerofspock

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Hello lovely librarians!

Thank you for all your hard work.

A few weeks ago I asked you if you could find a lost fic, the description of which went roughly like this (in different words):

The fiction I'm looking for is set in a post season 3/ post resolution of the second coming future. C and A live together as a couple. When Crowley accidentally cut himself (or maybe he just bleeds slightly because of a rose thorn, I'm not sure) Aziraphale panics and Crowley very easily heals himself with a miracle and doesn't understand why Aziraphale was so agitated. It turns out that during the battle for the second armageddon Crowley temporarily died and Aziraphale tells him what happened.

Well, a lovely superstar fellow fan found it for me, so I'll share it with you and hope you hadn't spent time trying to find it yet.

And i disgress ('cause i must make you the perfect morning) by crowleyscocoa, not rated, 9k.

Meanwhile, Aziraphale had to steady himself against the counter. There was a faint ringing growing in his ears. Once it started going, there was just so much of it. Would it have been better if Michael had left it in? Perhaps— “Aziraphale? You alright?” or: an angel and a demon in love have retired happily to a cottage in the south downs. however, something happened during the second coming that aziraphale could never forget. he's also never told crowley about it. (read the notes for content warnings)

Thanks for coming back to let us know you found it!

- Mod D

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After Aziraphale’s decision, Crowley chooses coffee, not death. Life goes, painfully, on, and Crowley does his best to adapt to his new lonely existence.

It hurts. Until it suddenly doesn’t.

Someone has opened the Book of Life and erased Aziraphale’s name.

Old habits kick in, but how can Crowley save someone whose existence has been destroyed and forgotten?

Words: 478,861

Status: Incomplete

Rating: Teen And Up

@riathedreamer

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AU. Crowley as a snake riding on Aziraphale's shoulders for 6,000 years.

It's amazing how much that changes things.

Words: 40,443

Status: Complete

Rating: Teen and Up

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" Hush... Angel! I'll always be with you."

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book review: Lie With Me by Philippe Besson

Hello, this book destroyed me.

Do not be deceived by the understated and matter-of-fact prose. It packs a huge emotional punch. I will avoid discussing the ending but know that it will ruin you. Moving on.

I open the book and read that it’s In memory of Thomas Andrieu (1966-2016). The name of the boy the protagonist falls in love with. I’m not crying yet but I’m bracing for impact.

The first thing we learn about the protagonist, Philippe, who shares both a name and profession with the author, is that he likes to make up stories about other people. 

I’ve always loved to do that, to invent the lives of strangers in passing. It could almost be considered an obsession. I believe it started when I was a child. I remember its worrying my mother. “Stop with your lies!” she would say. She used the word “lies” instead of “stories,” but nevertheless, it continued, and all these years later, I still find myself doing it. 

At this point I’m thinking the novel is a meta take on memory. Cool cool.

The affair is initiated by Thomas during their last year of high school on the condition that no one else can ever know. 

Everything must stay hidden: that is the condition: take it or leave it… I tell him that it’s okay, but his requirement, and the burning in his eyes, scare me. 

Thomas is a gorgeous loner, popular without trying, physically passionate but emotionally unavailable. The offer is irresistible to Philippe who has always admired him from afar.   

…we were perfect strangers, and then just like that, he asks me point blank to come with him to who knows where, to do who knows what.

I say: I’ll follow you.

At that moment, I would have followed him anywhere, done anything he asked.

Philippe is unpopular, bullied for being effeminate and bookish. His father is a teacher and his older brother is in grad school for mathematics. Philippe is expected follow the same path. He’s not out exactly, it’s 1984, but he isn’t ashamed of being gay because it’s France and he’s upper middle class with a bright academic future. He chooses to see this difference as one more thing that elevates him above his peers. 

Thomas recognizes this too. 

In the end love was possible because he saw me not as who I was, but as the person I would become. 

Raised by a local farmer, Thomas has no academic prospects. He will inherit the family farm and stay in this small provincial town for the rest of his life with devastating consequences.

Homophobia and class are entwined. This novel reminds me a lot of the work of another French writer, Édouard Louis and his autobiographical novels The End of Eddy and History of Violence. Education is the key to breaking the cycle of hate. It frees Philippe. Not only does it remove physical barriers, allowing him to leave their small town and go to university in Bordeaux, but the mental and emotional barriers to knowing and accepting himself. Thomas can run away from the farm but he will always be trapped by self-loathing and fear.

The novel might be a story the author tells himself about what happened between him and Thomas thirty-five years ago and not what actually took place. A memory of a memory. Or invention. In interviews, Besson is coy about the details. 

It’s worth noting that though Thomas has the upper hand in the relationship when they are young, the one thing that makes him feel insecure is Philippe’s books. It’s clear that Philppe’s intellect intimidates and attracts him but more importantly, Thomas is obsessed with controlling how he is perceived by others and what are books if not an authority on how people are perceived?

There’s a moment where they’re lying in Philippe’s bed after having sex when Thomas describes the village in Spain where his mother is from. He is sure Philippe won’t know the place but he does. He read it in a book.  

He makes fun of me, saying: I was sure you were a boy like that, one who knows things just because you read it in a book. Then he becomes despondent and adds: But what’s worse is that if someone asked both of us, I’m sure you would be able to talk about it way better than I could.  

Lie With Me points to the tension between upper and lower classes, those who who have the privilege of being comfortable in their own skin and those who, because of systemic barriers, will never be able to accept themselves. But I think the greatest tension between Philippe and Thomas is that of the author and his subject.

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What do you mean? I don't have a problem with Good Omens fanfic. I can give it up any time I want to.

*sweats*