I Couldn't Resist The Temptation.

Be more like Aziraphale.

Read books, break the rules and be the bitchiest bastard about it.

…also be kind ✌️

A tilt of the chin, a delicate pad of a finger lifting it up ever so gently.

“Penny for your thoughts.”

“You. I’m thinking of you, always.”

A rustle of sheets, someone is turning onto their side, sitting up against the antique headboard.

“No, really. As sweet as that is...”

“I’m serious,” he says in earnest, brows lifting to prove it.

“I believe you,” he laughs, and fingers are dragged up and down a chest, across a sternum, bare skin tingling under the tender caresses.

“Good. Because I wouldn’t know how else to get you to do that.”

Someone leans down to kiss plush, swollen lips, matched by the state of their own, both sore from kissing and much, much more. There’s another shift then, someone straddling the other under the sheets, a comforting weight upon a corporeal body, and an arm is reaching to the nightstand for a cigarette.

“Want one?”

“No, my dear, I think I’d rather keep tasting you instead.”

There’s the sound of another, quicker kiss, and then the dry filtered end is pressed between two wetted lips, hanging haphazardly until it’s gripped between pearly whites.

“Hold still-“

Someone disobeys only by grazing his palms down the warm chest in front of himself, and is greeted by the sight of a miracled lighter, a thing small and silver and engraved with a script in Latin: Your fire burns bright in my soul.

“Oh- you’re so daft-“

“If I’m daft then you are too.”

“I never said I was smart.”

Two stupid grins mirror each other, and the lighter is flicked open to reveal its strong flame, which is very carefully brought closer to the lover’s lips against the packed end. It glows along with the lover’s eyes, and then there’s another click as the lighter ceases its temporary existence.

The sound of a long, steady inhale matches the calm, almost-impossibly-slow breaths of the other being, and soon smoke is curling out of the lover’s mouth and nose as he plucks the cigarette from his teeth. It’s a lace, a fog that’s sweet and heavy that circles around the two lovers themselves, moving with the hand that clutches the smoke itself to travel the lungs of the other. Shared breath, shared aftermath, shared bodies, shared meaning.

“C’m’ere,” one says, breathing out more lace.

“I already am,” the other insists, but his eyes crinkle as he’s invited closer to the flesh of his lover, cheek finding cheek, hand finding hair that matches flame.

“Let’s sleep tonight.”

“But, my love, I’m already living the dream.”

Hey, look at there, look! My first entry to a zine, and what a ZINE!

I enjoyed to be part of bunch of great people and working on my piece. It's full of amazing pictures and stories, I can tell you. And I still can't believe I got the chance to be there.

Thanks again for having me ♥️

!!CONTRIBUTOR SPOTLIGHT - SISKEY!!

Here’s a preview of the wonderful art @siskey did for our zine, Ineffable Eras: Blitz 1941!

Pre-orders are open!!

Am I the only one who is trilling from the idea of HOW MANY ZINES will be forming after sesson 2?

I saw a lot of fanart (falling in love on a daily basis, believe me), a lot of gorgeous art and this... My head and my heart can’t absorbe the beautifulness of this piece. Look at this bloody handsome snek!

Crowley is gorgeous in a way that defies reason. Not "in spite of being a demon," or in some kind of demonic or angelic way, he's just... himself. Something even better.

I’m going to be very feral, very very very feral.

Here you go. The Good Omens S2 Episode 1 title sequence, by Peter Anderson Studios, music by David Arnold. We warned you it was madder than the S1 titles, and it is. I think it's really good.

face to face

My heart is broken but THANK YOU ♥️

To all of us finishing it at the same time right now, desperate for comfort, can we take a minute to thank everyone involved in making the season 2 we never thought we’d get?

Thank you to the whole cast and crew. You were all magnificent.

I might be crying at the end, but god, I had such a wonderful time.

When you can’t finish any of your drawing, join to new challenge six characters instead!! Nobody gave me requests (because I didn’t asked for), and very intelligent and useful automatic picker picked me them.  Yeah, I’m so dumb. 

Somebody help me please. And I hate hair from now.

Yes, they are. And think about next WHOLE F*CKING YEAR OF NEW FICS OHMYGOD

same energy