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Kind of wondering what a star maker angel was supposed to do when all the stars were completed. Was there supposed to be maintenance? Or reassignment to something entirely different?

I can't imagine Crowley enjoying taking notes or sitting in meetings, whatever kind of corporate nonsense job he might have ended up with.

Checking in on his stars, though, making sure they're growing right? Definitely.

[daily-xisuma]

[025] I memorized the enochian characters for use as a cipher :-)

[paigemathews]

abi’s three hundred one hundred follower celebration: choose your three favorite charmed ships | chris halliwell & bianca atwood

the absolutely chokehold these two have on me. enemies to lovers. changing sides and becoming a better person. finding love when you didn’t think yourself worthy of it. finding this one piece of happiness is a world destroyed and having to sacrifice it to the save the world that never did anything for you. risking your love on the hope that you’ll meet again in a new world.

[tillytherandomfanficwriter]

A thought I've had while reading the last four How to Train Your Dragon books-

Wow, Cressida Cowell really just said "let's just traumatize the absolute shit out of this random ass 14-year-old" huh

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I like how good omens au’s give C&A their jobs.

Crowleys is a doctor, stripper, scientist, botany/history proffesor, sex worker, preist, reptile shop owner, flower shop owner, barista, IT worker, bussines man, police, astronomist, influencer etc

Aziraphale is a bookshop owner. He MIGHT be a proffesor. In literature.

(Look in the reposts for recs)

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Good Omens fic recs #21

Pray for Us, Icarus by Atalan - A/C, 65k words.  This is a series of 7 fics (which feels more like one long story) set in an AU where something happened to Crowley about 350 years prior to the Apocalypse, and he keeps being reincarnated as a human with no memory of Aziraphale.  Aziraphale keeps finding him, even though it hurts.  You get all these beautiful and sad stories of them falling in love for the "first" time.  There is SO MUCH ANGST in this series but I loved the concept and there is a happy ending in the end.

Thaw Follows Frost by Chash - A/C and Gabriel/Beelzebub, 7k words.  The Gabriel/Beelzebub in this is perfect because they're horrible, like they should be, but also slightly helpful.  Set after S2, some time later, Aziraphale returns from Heaven with reduced powers, and tries to figure out how to make up with Crowley.  Muriel is still around in this fic and they are delightful as always.

All the Stars in the Sky by animeangelriku - A/C, 1300 words.  A lovely little piece of fluff in which A/C move into their cottage, and dance together in the living room.

Disposable by lyricwritesprose - Background established A/C but mostly Eric gen.  7k words.  This is a very funny fic, sometimes I still think about Crowley haunting people (you'll see) and laugh to myself.  But it also is very heartwarming.  Several years after Armageddidn't, Eric comes to Crowley in hopes that Crowley will take them into service on Earth, so they can get out of Hell.  Aziraphale shows them something better.

Sleight of Hand by racketghost - A/C, 70k words.  The author describes this as S1E3 Hard Times but with pining while fucking which I think is very modest of them, because they have astonishing skill for writing said pining and fill the story with lovely details that make it feel very real.   Also Aziraphale bridal carries Crowley in the first chapter which is one of my tip-top most favorite things.  This is part of a series but I think it can be read alone (I do recommend the series although it is a LOT of angst so maybe pace it out a bit).

[itissadbutitsmy-artblog]

favorite phenomenon is the existence of all the cute wizard city fanart entitled “this special looks so cute!! cant wait for it to come out!!” and “drew this while waiting for the last distant lands to air!! it looks really good!” and after it actually aired? radio silence.

[aparticularbandit]

So! This week I have three things in my backlog that can go up on Monday, so y'all get a choice!

I still have the second/last chapter for On Tea and Ghosties done, but I also have another chapter of Agatha and Stephen Go on a Trip done and four chapters of Of An Endless Infinity done, of which you would get the first.

OTaG is a spoopy resurrection Pokémon universe Valentines Collection AU involving Agatha Harkness and Olivia Octavius, focusing on an Agatha Harkness/Ancient One ship. The next chapter will complete this fic.

AaSGoaT is the multi-chapter sequel to Finding Family, which focuses on Agatha and Stephen traveling to Neverland to rescue America and Wendy. (If none of those words make sense: Agatha and Stephen travel to another universe to save America and the Wanda who comes from that universe. Who is also America's girlfriend. (This makes sense in context.))

OAEI is the Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc ending rewrite I keep mentioning and (how do I say this without game spoilers) focuses on the squad who are left as they continue their lives still stuck in the school.

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I left a comment on a fic the other day and the author was so excited because I had previously left some kudos and she wanted to thank me for that! I was so flattered she'd remembered me! The cycle of feedback is great!!

Nothing beats the feeling when you start getting comments on every fic in a fandom or ship from one person, and it’s clear that they’re going on a fic-binge. 

[kimtaegis]

ah shoot queue’s empty again 🙃 will update and answer asks tomorrow hopefully

[recordsfate]

tag dump!

[radellama]

I really hate the public health system here sometimes

[har-har-harvey]

y’all i get my room is cool and all, and i really like it too, but Every Spider In The World, can you PLEASE stop coming here

[szatears]

Girl dad smoke (taking care of wife a daughter)

mini hustler, smoke.

summary: smoke was never one to be picky about what gender child he wanted to raise when the time came, but it seemed that the universe had a plan of its own, and he was made to be a girl dad.

pairings: smoke x blackfem!reader, dad!smoke.

warnings: descriptions of reader, use of the n word, descriptions of pregnancy, established relationship, maybe some ooc smoke?

notes: okay i know this was sent in bc i asked for modernau reqs but i feel like i can write this better for the actual sinners universe smoke... :)))

You let out a hum of contentedness, leaning your head back against your husband's shoulders. His arms were wrapped securely around your waist as you both lounged on the outdoor settee, taking in the Mississippi sunset before you. His hands rested on your growing stomach, thumbs stroking gentle patterns.

You were almost six months along in your pregnancy, and Smoke had been with you every step of the way, as he had promised you when you first announced the news to him.

"You know," you broke the comfortable silence. "I think we're having a boy. He sits so low, 'n all the ladies say that means it's a boy."

"Stop calling my daughter a boy," he mumbled with a kiss to your temple, smiling when you let out a laugh.

"You mind what we have?" you asked.

He shook his head no. "Long as they healthy and grow up to be that 'n happy, I'on really mind."

You smiled at his words, placing your palms on top of his hands.

Life as an expecting mother was going by a lot faster than you imagined. One day you were with your mother picking out materials to make baby clothes from, the next you were sitting back relaxing as Smoke, Stack and Sammie attempted to build a baby crib.

"It don't look right," Smoke frowned. He stood behind you, arms wrapped around your stomach like they always were whenever he was around you lately.

"Man, how else it's supposed to look?" Sammie huffed, and you laughed. They'd been at it since the early morning and it was almost four o'clock now.

"Not like that, nigga. Why it only got three legs?"

"'Cause we're not fuckin' done with it yet, bruh. Chill, goddamn." Stack kissed his teeth, and you took that as your queue to get them something to drink, leaving them to bicker amongst themselves.

Your growing family was everything to you, and your heart warmed at every moment they spent tending to you and your unborn child. That was, when Smoke let them get close to you.

Smoke was already overprotective of you. but you when carrying his unborn child? It's like people needed permission to even breathe near you.

He needed you in his eyesight at all times or he'd start going insane. Never wanted you to do any heavy lifting, or even lift a finger if it was something he could handle.

"Whatchu doin' that for?" he'd scold you when he caught you about to step on a dining room chair to grab a box of your things from the top shelf.

"Elijah, I could've gotten that," you smiled sheepishly when his hand held your waist to place you back down on the ground, picking the box up for you.

"Yeah well, you ain't need to do all that when I'm right here," he kissed your cheek, sitting down on the chair with you in his lap as you opened up the box, revealing things from your childhood.

All this never phased you, if anything, it just solidified the feeling you had that he would make such a great father.

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"Stack, you drop her an' I swear to God, we gon' fight," Smoke mugged his brother as he played with his daughter, throwing her up into the air and catching her again.

"Man, move. I'm not gonna." Stack kissed his teeth, tickling his niece.

Three years ago, you gave birth to your daughter, Amaya Marie, and ever since, she'd been such a light in your life. Today, everyone was celebrating her birthday at yours and Smoke's house, the bustling sounds of laughter and chatter all around you.

You could hear her giggles as she played around with her Uncle Stack, the only important thing at the moment being that she was happy.

"She's fine, stop worrying," you brought your hands to either side of your husband's face, literally smoothing away his frown as you caressed his skin. He hummed, tearing his eyes away from his daughter to look at you, kissing your lips thrice.

Amaya had changed Smoke's life in ways he didn't even know could be changed. He found himself having a new purpose in life, catering for both you and her. Everything he did was for the both of you, making sure she didn't grow up to know the life of hardship and struggles.

She may have had your eyes and nose, but her personality? Oh boy, that was growing to be all Smoke. He spoiled her, as you often complained, but that didn't stop him from doing it.

Every new dress, new toy, new hair clip had her fawning over her father even more.

"Daddy look!" Amaya came running towards you both, as fast as her little legs could carry her. Smoke pulled away from you to pick her up and your eyes widened as she waved her hand in your face, showing off a crisp $10 bill.

"The hell?" you mumbled, looking at Smoke who just shrugged at you.

"Where'd you get this from, baby?" he asked Amaya, kissing her cheek over and over.

"From Uncle Stack," she managed to say through her giggles as Smoke tickled her.

You rolled your eyes playfully, knowing that if it wasn't Smoke giving her money, then it definitely was one of her uncles.

Just like her daddy, Amaya had grown to be quite the negotiator at just three years old.

"Is that right?" Smoke smiled, a little idea forming in his mind. "You wanna get some more?"

Amaya nodded, waving the bill around in her hand. He adjusted her in his arm, his free hand taking a hold of yours, leading you to sit down at the table with the rest of the ladies, Pearline handing you a cool glass of lemonade as you sat down.

"Say bye to mama," Smoke brought her closer to your face, and you smiled when she kissed your cheek, waving goodbye.

"Don't hurt my baby, Elijah," you warned him, taking a sip of the drink in front of you. He waved you off, walking away from you and towards where Stack, Sammie and them were, beers in their hands as they stood around laughing.

The smile on Stack's face grew when he saw two of his favourite people approaching him. "Wassup lil' bit?" He ruffled the top of Amaya's head, messing up her curls.

"Now, you know damn well Y/N gon' get you for doing that," Smoke swatted his brother's hand away, trying to fix his daughter's hair. "Heard you gave lil' miss some money."

"Yeah, she deserves it." Stack smiled.

Smoke nodded, looking down at Amaya you was already looking up at him like he hung the planets and stars in the sky. "Go 'head baby, just like we practiced before," he whispered to her.

Amaya nodded, turning around in her father's arms. "This ain't gonna work, Uncle Stack," she spoke clearly, waving the money in his face now.

Stack paused mid sip, furrowing his brows. "Whatchu mean by that?"

"I mean," Amaya huffed. "This isn't enough."

Stack cut his eyes to his brother, who held a proud smirk on his face as he looked back at him. "Girl, it's $10, that's plenty for you."

"Nuh uh," Amaya shook her head, earning a laugh from Sammie. Who handed off the music to Slim so he could join the conversation.

"Say Stack, you gettin' pressured by a youngin'?" he laughed, dodging when Stack stuck his arm out at him.

"Aight then," he bent down to Amaya's height in his brother's arms. "Name your price."

Amaya thought hard for a moment. "A hundred."

Stack let out a loud laugh, and even Smoke chuckled at that. "Girl, I said name a price, not be delusional. Must get that from your mother," he mumbled the last part, but Smoke heard loud and clear, punching Stack's shoulder. "It was a fucking joke, my God."

"Try a lil' lower baby. Don't lowball though, that's how you get 'em to take you serious," Smoke encouraged her, rubbing her arm soothingly. She nodded, turning back to her uncle.

"40."

"20."

"40."

"25."

"50."

"Aight, I'll give you forty, stop this madness," Stack huffed, opening his wallet as Amaya turned to Smoke.

"I did good?"

"You did great baby," he kissed both her cheeks as Stack handed his niece the money.

"We gotta take her with us one day, almost had me emptying my pockets." Stack watched as she ran over to her mother with all her money, smiling when she looked their way.

"Man, shut up."

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I've often wondered why Crowley goes back to presenting masc when he reports back to Hell while working as Nanny. There's lots of potential reasons of course - maybe he likes the opportunity to have a break from that guise, maybe he doesn't want to get his heels dirty, etc. I've often thought that in this particular case it might be a form of armor for him, a way to feel safer in this highly charged situation.

That's it. That's the post.

[milfsrights]

is it time for another stone butch blues reread... i think it's time for another stone butch blues reread.