Remember That Tough Time You Had? How Hard Everything Was. If You Have Anything To Spare, Please Help

Why the fuck are all the songs in the world about these two idiots?!

My two cents (or a farthing) in putting together a breakup divorce temporary separation playlist for the ineffable husbands. I think Crowley and Aziraphale will both vehemently deny getting teary-eyed at some of the lyrics, or in Crowley's case bawling along drunk 'Sshtay with me-e-ee'.

I have faith that these angelic entities, who have been through so much together, will find each other stumbling through some major fuck ups and will end up together again. Holding hands at least. The playlist starts out with some serious heartache and pain and morphs more into hope and faith at the end. With a nightingale.

Music by: David Arnold, Brian Eno, John Cale, Archive, Michelle Gurevich, Shakespears Sister, Beck, Michael Kiwanuka, Chris Isaak, Karine Polwart, John Grant, Missy Higgings, The Irrepressibles, Daniel Lanois, Peggy Lee, Joseph Arthur, Angus & Julia Stone, Ane Brun, Ben Harper, Racoon, Ada, Hilda Gudnadottir, Cosmo Sheldrake

It's all about the (hungry) ✨eyes✨

The bookshop is closed today🔥✨

Notes: expressions study, but I got carried away~ (like always)

I read it. It’s lovely!

Hello there! Happy Spring! I’ve spent almost the last year working on a Good Omens AU and was hoping to share it here. I also wanted to shout about how wonderful the readers have been. This fandom is amazing. Thanks for what you do to keep everyone informed of the great stories out there.

The fic is finally complete. It’s a fake marriage fic with Aziraphale as a romance author and Crowley as his gardener. Crowley is demisexual.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48743242/chapters/122958385

Congratulations! I do hope you are proud of yourself!

and now all of my garden is grown in lavender by ilikeblue for the_moonmoth [Rated E, 72K words]

Popular queer romance author, A.Z. Fell, has been lying about having a husband and a happy marriage for years. Longing to escape a string of failed relationships and looking for a fresh start, Aziraphale moves into the cottage left to him by his Great Aunt Agnes. When a TV adaptation of one of his books leads to sudden popularity and throws him into the limelight, his fans (and the press) are eager to catch a glimpse of Aziraphale's own mysterious leading man. Unfortunately, he still has to cast someone for that role. Enter the handsome gardener…

Under Crowley's meticulous care the cottage's neglected garden slowly comes back to life, and Aziraphale finds himself writing the most important love story he'll ever write: his own

-Mod AB

We all have fears.

Honestly Sense8 deserves so much credit for saying that isolationist tactics never work. That you can't retreat into your own little bubble and expect to be safe for it. That you will never be able to cut the rest of the world out and do right by your family, or your people, or the random stranger on the other side of the planet, or the girl you met last week. Sense8 really said that empathy makes us people and that to lack it makes us monstrous imitations thereof, huh.

figured out a meme to explain the difference between blocking and muting on AO3

Blocking someone on AO3 means that they can't comment on your works or reply to your comments elsewhere on AO3.

Muting someone on AO3 means that you won't see their works posted in your search or tag results anymore.

grumpy crowley wants his snek tattoo back <3

I feel like Bertie Wooster’s method would be to run away from an angry swan.

(I have tested this method and it works.)

“Life advice with Bertie Wooster” is one of my favourite running gags in this series. Do you think Aunt Dahlia ever prevails upon him to write agony uncle columns for Milady’s Boudoir?

Aziraphale portrait in pencils and charcoal. I spent 19 weeks drawing this.

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