itsallpanicnodisco

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don't judge a fic by its stats

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A little drawing for @ineffablefool

I absolutely adore his writing so you should go check it out!

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a hug ❤️‍🩹

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extremely drunk and helplessly smitten

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please just 90 minutes of them cuddling and being in love

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aziraphale catches crowley etching their initials into a tree in their back garden

read our collab with @crowleystits, inspired by a mug, in the chapter here!

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grumpy crowley wants his snek tattoo back <3

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everyone say thank you to black trans women and black trans men

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the author's barely disguised longing for a kinder world

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I can’t anymore with this misogynistic POS. Fuck him so much.

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you ever listen to a song 47 times in a row and every time you’re like wow what a good song. I’m gonna play it again.

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surprise flowers for spring!

(he's NOT a romantic though. those flowers bloomed too early and got what was coming to em)

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It must be hard trying to look all dark and mysterious when you have a literal angel trying to gaze lovingly into your eyes.

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i did this instead of my hw 😔😔😔 ya girl is gonna fail her art history exam but at least i got to make a shitpost first  

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EXCITED TO GET MY HANDS ON THIS WAHOO

Tummy fic? Tummy fic.

(1.2k words, T-rated)

Excerpt:

“Oh, angel, don’t you see?” Crowley whispered, drawing his thumb over the blue dress shirt stretched around his elbow. “Hey, look at me.” He waited until Aziraphale’s watery eyes met his. “You’re perfect.” Crowley gently settled his hands on Aziraphale’s hips, his fingers grazing past the waistband of his trousers. “May I?” he asked softly. After Aziraphale gave him a silent nod, Crowley gingerly unbuttoned his trousers, just enough for him to have access to Aziraphale’s entire belly. When Crowley lifted his gaze to Aziraphale’s eyes again, they were looking at him intently, their sheen reflecting the flames of the wood fire next to them. “Is it okay if I touch you, angel?” Crowley asked reverently. A shuddering breath left Aziraphale’s lips, and he nodded again. “Could you tell me?” Crowley asked quietly, not wanting to risk even the slightest chance of doing something Aziraphale didn’t one hundred percent stand behind. “Please?”