#slow show

[fellshish]

Good omens fic so good it makes you hope michael sheen read this one

[juliens-bakery]

hey (with the intention of hurrying home to you, putting on a slow dumb show for you, and cracking you up)

[mia-ugly]

In honour of Good Omens Season 2

HAVE A SLOW SHOW FICLET with thanks to @weatheredlaw for the amazing graphic ❤️❤️❤️ how we doing fam

It’s a kid on set that first tells him. 

Not really a kid, but anyone less than thirty seems a kid to him these days (ugh, that’s a loathsome thought.) Jiyana’s a queer and pink-haired punk type, rainbow pin on their jacket, trans-pride flag tattooed on their inner wrist. The first time he met them, the whole wirey confident glittery thing made his gut clench with - what was it - joy and gratitude but also envy? Maybe? (because what must it be like to be that young and that certain of yourself? What must it be like to have the whole world open in front of you? Not that there still isn’t a lot of shit to deal with, and in Merry Old fucking England there is More Shit than Otherwise, but. Still. It’s something Crowley thinks about. Sometimes. When he hasn’t had enough sleep or when he’s had too much of it.)

The kid came up to him Day One to mumble about “being a big fan” and once they wore a Warlock t-shirt to an afterparty (“Vintage!” they said cheerily, and Crowley wanted to swallow his own face at the thought of something from the 2010s being considered vintage, good Christ.)

Anyway, Jiyana tells him first.

“Congrats on the new season!” They’re beside him in the makeup trailer. Crowley doesn’t realise they’re talking to him, assumes they’re wearing AirPods or something, until George gives him a nudge with the powder puff.

“Er, yeah, cheers.” It’s too early to talk to anyone this perky. Then his exhausted, coffee-less brain takes a moment to catch up with his exhausted, coffee-less mouth. “Er, wait, what?”

“Warlock. Heard it’s coming back. Did I tell you I wrote a paper on it in, like, Grade 10? So cool, the GSA at my highschool used to have watch parties, I can’t wait to see what they do with your -“

“Wait -“ Warlock? It’s been bloody years. “Where’d you hear this?”

The kid starts to list off some sites or social media whatsits that Crowley has never heard of, so he just nods and pretends to understand, the same way he does when Az’s niece tries to explain some show called “Jojo’s Big Adventure” or something. Validate, validate, empathise. Just like Pepper taught him.

It’s probably nothing right? A rumour.

But it’s a rumour Az has heard too.

When Crowley gets home that night (they’ve rented a house in Buckinghamshire, even though the studio’s not two hours from their cottage) Az is on him immediately. Heard about it from his sister apparently, who got the news from one of the kids.

“Isn’t that exciting?” His face is all lit up and his hair is wet, bathrobe snugly belted around his waist. The house has an indoor pool, and there are little indents on Avery’s nose where his extremely attractive and sexy swimming-goggles must have been resting.

Crowley presses his lips to each mark.

“Not that we’ve been going hungry or wanting for work –” Az continues.

“You work too bloody much,” Crowley murmurs into his cheekbone.

“But I do love those characters. The whole thing wrapped up so nicely though – what more is there to tell?  I wonder what the arc could possibly be.”

“I wonder what you’ve got on under this robe –”

“Anthony!” Az laughs in fake protest, tilting his head back so that Crowley can get his mouth on his throat. Yeah, that’s the ticket. Az tastes like chlorine, and maybe Crowley should join him in the shower after this. After a day in the studio, he could probably use it.

“Would you really want to do a series again?” Crowley asks after he’s finally let his husband go, turned to hang up his coat and thrown his bag on the nearest chair. “Awful lot of commitment. And you’ve that whole run at the Globe coming up, don’t rehearsals start in the spring?”

“We’ll have to see if Helen can mind the goats again while we’re in London.” Az has wandered into the kitchen, turned on the kettle. Crowley looks at the back of his neck (Crowley always looks at the back of his neck. Sometimes he dreams about it.) “If she’s free. I called her this morning to check in, Elmyra’s eating, so her anxiety must be getting better.”

“Cool, yeah,” Crowley says, casual and nonchalant and no big deal. As if Elmyra isn’t his favourite of the bunch and he doesn’t have a song that he made up and no one knows that he sings just to her. As if he didn’t hand feed her all night once because she wasn’t sleeping or eating and neither was he because he was so afraid this tiny rescue goat was going to starve to death, anyway whatever, super cool, who cares. “Is it weird that no one’s reached out to us, though? Do you think?”

“About the goats? Helen has my number –”

“No love, the Warlock thing.”

Az blinks at him, flutters his pretty blond lashes in an attractive, aggrieved sort of way. “You mean you haven’t heard from Beez?”

“I haven’t heard from anyone.”

“Oh.” Az thinks it over. “Well. Neither have I, actually. Do you – is that odd?”

“Maybe they’ve recast us with younger models.”

“They wouldn’t dare.”

“Gotta up the sex appeal of the whole thing. Jawlines. Cheekbones. Sexy results.”

“I –” Az goes a bit pink. Glances at Crowley and then away. “Fail to see how they could improve upon perfection.”

Crowley looks at his husband’s bathrobe and the slight scattering of silver chest hair and his hand on his tea cup and fuck off, his neck. His neck, his neck, who gives a shit about Warlock actually?

 “Come over here and say that to my mouth.”

Avery smiles, and sighs, and he does.

ONE YEAR LATER:

Crowley opens the email from Beez.

He fuckin' closes it.

[and-fishing-equipment]

okay so this is important

[noblogname765]

Fic rec: Slow Show by @mia-ugly

I’m not into AU fics, but this fic can be read even if you haven’t heard anything about Good Omens.

In a nutshell, it is a gay love story between two middle aged humans. It’s 95k words read.

But gosh it’s incredible. The emotions in it are just hitting stratosphere. It HURTS a LOT. Like LOT lot. Most of the fic hurts like your heart is cutting into pieces, slowly. It’s SO real it feels it’s happening to you. The fear, devastation, self-destruction thoughts, substance usage, mistakes you did in the past… Courage, trust in yourself, finding yourself, self preservation, hope, faith that some day it will gets easier. LOVE, lots of love, I don’t know how these two boys survived all that feelings because it’s even reading about them was on the edge of unbearable.

I cried real tears and stayed up all night till morning and regret nothing - this is whole different level of fic. I think I hardly breathed during most part of the story.

And also - decent and delicious smut if you are into that.

Go get a cup or glass of your favorite drink, cozy up and enjoy it!

[molotovc]

Loki // 𝘚𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘸 The National // 𝘞𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 Hozier

[ineffableigh]

oh i am definitely finally about to emotionally wound myself doing some Slow Show fanart LET'S GOOOOO

[captainblou]

Lord help me, I just started reading Slow Show...

[ziggyz-eyepatch]

Slow Show Book Sale Round 2 (With new hardcover dust jacket version)

PURCHASE HERE

In honor of the second season Ineffable Editions is doing a second printing of Slow Show by @mia-ugly with the amazing original cover art by @dorywhynot

ineffableeditions.bigcartel.com

100% of the proceeds will go towards charity supporting Standup for Kids and their fight against youth homelessness 💕

[the-blackdale]

David Tennant getting nominated for the Bafta's for playing Crowley. Hmmm... Was Slow Show and actual fanfic I read or did Apollo really sent me that vision himself ?

[scrtomens]

I've made Slow Show (@mia-ugly fic) aesthetic wallpaper

[fellshish]

god… satan…. somebody help me i’m rereading slow show

[ididthis----onpurpose]

Just finished Slow Show by @mia_ugly for the first time and I don't know if I will ever emotionally recover. My favorite moment (besides all the obvious ones) was most definitely "And you're fired."

[mia-ugly]

In honor of season 2, do you think there will be a second run of the physical copies of Slow Show? I missed it before I could get a copy but completely understandable if not! Thank you for writing an amazing story it's one of the best I've read :))

Thank you so so much! And funny you should ask that!

[thirstforsalt]

No RPF and I’m so sorry to be so mentally ill but this is Slow Show

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: In which temptations are accomplished, grand romantic gestures are made, and two ineffable co-stars only take four seasons of an award-winning television program to realize they’re on their own side (at last, at last).

Author: mia_ugly