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17 Aug 2019
When it comes to falling from grace, Aziraphale would be lying if he said he hadn't expected something… different… than what it was.
He’d expected it, the Fall, he means, to be immediately and unquestionably painful.
He’d expected it hurt, to burn, to envelope him in agony as he careened a million light years across the cosmos, downward, towards the nether realms. What was the point of a punishment if you didn’t realize you were being punished in the moment? That was Heaven’s usual approach to that sort of business - or so Aziraphale thought.
Instead, the Fall itself was quick and painless. So quick he didn’t even have a chance to fully realize it was happening.
One moment, he was standing in the upper offices in front of the Archangels and the other Principalities, and in the next moment, he was waking up in a daze on the floor of his bookshop.
He doesn’t know what he expected - but it certainly wasn’t this.
03 Aug 2019
The day he’d given the sword away - the same day a certain demon had slithered into his orbit - he’d never truly parted with the weapon.
Oh, yes, of course, the sword itself was gone. Physical steel engulfed in flames, dealt to the hands of the humans, whom Aziraphale could only hope would use it more wisely than he had (quite unwise, he imagines, to just give weapons away). But despite the sword’s physical absence, its essence had never truly left him.
Somewhere, deep beneath the surface, mixed into the celestial core that made up his soul, the sword’s righteous fire would always burn.
Li Huan had had an image of Yu Yang in his head. Had imagined that he’d round the corner and would see Yu Yang, already waiting for him. He’d imagined he’d be leant against the wall, his head tilted back and a coy, flirty smile on his face, a soft little smirk that said ‘it’s about time you got here’. But instead, Yu Yang is nowhere and Li Huan is alone, waiting amidst the small crowd of people that flits along the sidewalks. Li Huan huffs out an exasperated sigh and leans up against a street sign, staring at the ground.
He knows, deep down, that when he finally sees Yu Yang, the look on his face will be anything but soft and coy. He’s seen the way Yu Yang has avoided his gaze all week, has found reasons to avoid him, hass dodged his touches at every turn.
He’s noticed the way Yu Yang has made sure to push him away.
Maybe he isn’t coming at all.
Li Huan shakes his head.
No, he thinks to himself. He’ll be here.
Li Huan pulls his eyes from the ground and looks around the street again.
He can’t avoid me forever.
Fandoms: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan
25 Dec 2018
(during Prohibition) an illicit liquor store or nightclub.
Jean has played, at minimum, 150 gigs during his thus-far-brief stint as a professional (in the loosest sense of the word) musician. But out of all the cities he’s been to, out of all the clubs he’s played, not once has he set inside a speakeasy. Until today, that is.
Back aboard the Romanche Rig, the crew is given a new research assignment: harvest specimens for genetic mutation analysis. Set in their mission, Shiro and Keith are sent out to retrieve an ideal specimen and bring it back for research. But before they can even leave the rig, something goes sour, and puts one of their lives at risk.
- Part 2 of Trenches
After the events of Pennywise Richie can’t imagine losing Eddie again, not after decades without him. He asks Eddie to move in with him but Eddie says no, saying that they don’t know each other anymore, that he needs to get back to his wife but Richie knows it’s a mistake. Eddie returns to New York and Richie to LA, leaving them both to figure out what it is they truly want.
Bookmarked by commodorecliche
15 Sep 2019
Fandoms: IT (Movies - Muschietti), IT - Stephen King
14 Sep 2019
"I'm not sad," he lies. He thinks of how his hands had trembled after he'd gotten the phone call from Mike, the foul taste of bourbon and breath mints and his own bile in his throat. Every morning he's alone, even when he isn't. He isn't afraid, except for when he is. And he isn't sad, not really, but he is.
Not that it's any of Eddie's business.
Eddie's gaze feels like it goes right through him. There's little Richie hates more than being read, especially when it's by Eddie — there's always a split second of bone-deep terror that whispers he knows. It's familiar, something that goes way back to childhood. Still just as shit-your-pants terrifying.
Or: After the reunion dinner from hell, Richie and Eddie have a long overdue conversation about, like, feelings and shit.
16 Jun 2019
Aziraphale has never met anyone else who can so eloquently convey the embodiment of a nonchalant shrug with a quirk of their mouth alone, but Crowley succeeds in doing just that before getting up and sauntering off into the sitting room. Goodness, the sway of his hips when he walks is so unnecessary. A distraction that frankly shouldn’t be allowed.
He lasts thirty-seven minutes before rescheduling their ‘evening’ appointment to ‘imminent’ and informing Crowley there’s been a change of plan.
(or: Crowley stumbles upon Aziraphale’s private book collection, and revelations are had of the non-biblical kind)
16 Jun 2019
Next to him, Crowley was apparently as cool as a cucumber. Bored, even. From an outside perspective he was every bit an average guy watching a generously-rated 3-star movie to kill an empty evening – it was just that he happened to have his hand in his friend’s pants.
It takes six thousand years (and a lot of snogging) but Aziraphale eventually gets his act together.
06 Jul 2015
Aziraphale is irritated with all of the bids for Crowley's attention that he's witnessing, so he starts to accompany Crowley on his outings. He's got his hands full monitoring and deterring Crowley's popularity but something is tickling the back of his mind. Icy winter weather is taking hold in London but all it's doing for Aziraphale is making him feel like there's something he can't quite recall.
Bookmarked by commodorecliche
13 Sep 2019