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“I will look after the one I love before all else, and devil take the rest of you if it comes to that.” ~Niccolo Santi, Paper and Fire

Photo Credit: Simone Susinna in the 2025 film Malamore

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Yes please this is the fluff I need to see in the world

I’m imagining just like, the most banal AU. just life. just an Aziraphale who is an insomniac and a Crowley who works the graveyard shift most days of the week so he can’t sleep except during the day, even on his days off. and their lives overlap at the launderette. and maybe it’s summer and it rains a lot and they always go at around midnight to the same Nite Owl launderette with the neon sign all lit up and the cheeky looking owl on the glass in the front window. 

they set up, always, opposite each other and there is on occasion the elderly shift manager in the middle between them on a little folding chair. he grumbles about damn kids awake at all hours and shakes his head a lot. he falls asleep most nights so it means that the music coming through the tinny speakers in the ceiling is quiet and set always to the top tunes of the 60s. Everyday by Buddy Holly and The End of the World by Skeeter Davis and I’ve Been Loving You Too Long by Otis Redding.

it starts up small at first, just some glances at the only other person doing laundry at midnight on a most unexceptional Tuesday. Aziraphale wonders about why the only other patron wears sunglasses, although, (and he’ll look up at the fluorescent lights and wince) perhaps he has a point. it’ll start with watching Crowley wrestle with a vending machine and doing a very thorough job of cursing it out for eating his coins. it’ll really start with Crowley opening the door for Aziraphale one night, as he struggles it open one-handed, arms full of a blanket in the most hideous shade of beige he can imagine. 

Aziraphale will say thanks, breathlessly, and take one of the machines for bulky-items next to Crowley’s usual spot. 

there will be might I borrow some detergent? and more let me get the door for you moments. there will be forgotten coins and the two of them looking beneath the machines for any that had fallen from previous patrons. there will be singular red socks ruining an entire set of white towels (they’re just slightly pink. pink is okay. pink suits you). there will be a fluorescent light flickering over Aziraphale’s head across the launderette and making the white of his hair look like a halo.

there will be, eventually, Times They Are A-Changing by Bob Dylan playing on the tinny speakers and the shift manager snoring in his plastic fold-up chair and Aziraphale sitting next to Crowley on the wooden bench, circles beneath his eyes and exhaustion in his shoulders. he’ll eventually lie down on the bench and Crowley will slide his denim jacket beneath his cheek, because the pink towels are still in the dryer. 

he’ll stay there all night. long past the time that the towels are dry and the laundry has been folded. he’ll stay there until the sun breaks up over the horizon and filters through the dirty windows, until Aziraphale wakes up and frets over the creases he has left in the denim jacket. 

don’t worry about it.

I am. I know you hate wrinkles.

I’ll let you make it up to me, then.

how?

by letting me buy you breakfast. 

and if the next time the shift manager sees them, back at the Nite Owl launderette on an unexceptional Tuesday with only one laundry basket between them, he decides to say nothing about it at all.

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Meanwhile, truly average scholar with zero acts of treason against the Artifex is like, “Guuuyyys (gn)!”

"the average scholar's postulants commit 73 acts of treason" is incorrect. library sedition wolfe, whose postulants stuck together for multiple years, were chased across several countries, broke into and out of prison multiple times, evaded assassination by the library several times per member, independently invented the illegal printing press twice and built at least four copies, deserted from the military and other contracted employment, stole classified documents, consorted regularly with smugglers and burners, committed identity theft, reneged on multiple deals, hijacked library property, built weapons of mass destruction, and staged a coup against the library involving armies from multiple countries and 2/3 of the library's own forces, is an outlier adn should not have been counted.

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Truth. It wouldn’t be the rude customers in the end, but the incompetence of his coworkers.

Christopher Wolfe wouldn't last a week in retail.

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Not me thinking at first glance this was a still from the show.

My once a month tumblr reemergence to post this and then scramble away

happy pride month btw

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Say it louder for the people in the back

this movie did not get the hype it deserved

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OP woke up and chose violence

🪽 Благие знамения, Good Omens

English ⬇️

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Кекс с лимонной цедрой

— Ну всё. Съел. Хотел один кусочек, а остался только бумажный край.

Великолепно.

Ты бы, конечно, сказал: “Азирафель, ну ты же знал, чем закончится.”

И, знаешь, я бы сказал, что не знал.

А потом — кивнул бы.

Потому что да. Знал.

Как и с тобой.

  🔥 𝔢𝔫 🔥

Lemon Zest Cake

— That’s it. Ate it. Meant to have just one bite, and now only the paper bottom is left. Brilliant. You’d have said, “Aziraphale, you knew exactly how this would end.” And, you know, I’d have said I didn’t. Then nodded. Because yes. I knew. Just like with you.

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So accurate

The long-tailed tit reminded me too much of Aziraphael ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I'm also rewatching “good omens” for the second time and I'm sad

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Just lovely

Post S2 Crowley needs a bit of space

(Going for some Little Prince vibes)

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Your honor I love them

Of course I made Pride versions of Crowley and Aziraphale with this picrew! I used the non-binary and genderfluid flags because either flag works for either one of them.

Aziraphale, beaming with pride:

Crowley, dear, do you like my new t-shirt? It's got those Queens you like!"

Rolling his eyes in adoration:

It's Queen, Angel. And, yes, I like it very much."

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Sweet

something refreshing for the first really warm day of the year here <3

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Still not okay.

feeling nostalgia for 2019 (imagine being such a bad person you bungle the greatest love story ever invented........) anyway, i saw a gifset of Maurice go by and got inspired plus needed a little break from the cartoony style

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*laughsnorts coffee through nose*

The year is 2056. The 30th doctor is David Tennant. He took over from David Tennant. His companion is played by David Tennant. The villain is David Tennant as David Tennant. The showrunner is David Tennant. You hear a knock on the door. It's David Tennant. He gives you a pocket watch. You open it and remember who you are. You were David Tennant all along.

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Gregory: You know nothing.

Wolfe: As one of your more notable failures, I’d say I know everything.

~Rachel Caine, Paper and Fire

Photo credit: Tamino Amir as photographed by Ryan McGinley for U la Repubblica

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Ouch

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Casting the dreamy Simone Susinna, actor and model, as my ideal Niccolo Santi. My Great Library dads are hotter than yours.

Photo credit e-talenta

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This is part of a Star Wars droid and no one will convince me otherwise

Tree swallow house.