“You Don’t Start Out Writing Good Stuff. You Start Out Writing Crap And Thinking It’s Good Stuff,

Anyways now I need fanart of Crowley getting ‘Angel’ tattooed on his wrist as a gift for Aziraphale pleaseeeee

And I longed for your kiss for a million years

The story of the Ineffable Husbands is not that different from that of a stalactite and a stalagmite finally finding each other.

My friend @lunaramoonlight and I just visited a cave in Spain and she said stalactite and stalagmite have the slowest of the slow burns, only kissing after thousands and thousands of years... and I was like OMG THAT'S SO GOOD OMENS CODED! So I simply had to draw them like this.

There.

To all the Tumblr users who tend to use tags very liberally:

Let’s play a game. Type the following words into your tags box, then post the first automatic tag that comes up. you, also, what, when, why, how, look, because, never

And I longed for your kiss for a million years

The story of the Ineffable Husbands is not that different from that of a stalactite and a stalagmite finally finding each other.

My friend @lunaramoonlight and I just visited a cave in Spain and she said stalactite and stalagmite have the slowest of the slow burns, only kissing after thousands and thousands of years... and I was like OMG THAT'S SO GOOD OMENS CODED! So I simply had to draw them like this.

Remember that tough time you had? How hard everything was. If you have anything to spare, please help a friend in need.

I'm not doing okay, guys. I might be taking a break for a few days. I just need to touch grass for a minute, spend time with my kids.

I've been stressed and on the edge of tears constantly, the fundraiser has ground to a halt and every place I've been to see that I can afford is only a step or two above a hovel. I just need to take some time to be present and not crushed by the anxiety about the future.

Finley keeps asking me what's wrong. Rowan has been tearful. Neither of them really know what's going on but they can tell I'm not alright. And I haven't been able to write a word, and I feel like I'm not upholding my end of the fandom dynamic if I'm not managing to update TIALAINGO and it's all just... getting to me.

So I'm gonna be off for a bit. I'll be back before you know it. Please remember to be gentle and kind with each other, and I'll see you all soon.

Phoenix 🌹

“We’ve seen a lot, haven’t we?” said Crowley, contemplating the New Year’s festivities on the telly. The cottage was quiet, a gas fire going against the damp chill. They’d foregone any local celebrations for a bottle of port indoors; if Aziraphale noticed the miracle that caused it to refill every time they poured out another glass, he didn’t comment.

“A good many calendars too,” said Aziraphale. “It’s properly 5784 in the old reckoning, isn’t it? – or, no, eighty-five. And four thousand and something, I think, in China. Until sometime in February. The only constant is they all celebrate. Though I can’t think the Earth itself takes much notice.”

“Ah, humans. Any chance to get smashed.” Crowley gestured with his glass. “Or laid.” Eyebrow lifted.

“Is that a grandly romantic proposition? My, my. How old and married we’ve become.”

“Show you married.”

The handclasp that followed was, regardless of commentary, very fond, and very married.

“I think,” said Aziraphale, “it’s because humans tumbled to something early on that Heaven and Hell never did. We got to it in the end, you sooner than I, I fancy.”

“Wot’s that?” Crowley settled back against the cushions, regarding the blue glow of the London Eye on the screen, soon to be engulfed in cascades of fireworks. It always took him back to moments before Time started, though he never mentioned that to Aziraphale. Maybe he should.

“Well, that things can change. All those centuries, our Head Offices were playing what I believe is called a zero-sum game. A certain number of souls, a certain number of blessings and curses, a final reckoning where one side would win or lose. Eternal perdition or eternal glory. The best to be hoped for was a static and, to my mind, rather dreary perfection.”

Crowley hummed the opening bar of “Climb Ev’ry Mountain” (his pitch was execrable, but Aziraphale recognised it).

“Exactly. And then Adam came along and upended everything. Because he was, ancestry regardless, to his bones human. He’d learned humanity from the way he was raised. And the best thing Humans do, I think, is imagine that things could be different.”

A presenter was breathlessly advising viewers that in a few minutes, the display would commence, as if this were unexpected.

“They blunder and they do horrid deeds, and far too often they put your old firm to shame -- to say nothing of mine -- and yet somehow enough of them always seem determined that it doesn’t have to be that way. That misery can have an end, and cruelty isn’t inevitable. And even the least thoughtful of them mark these rather arbitrary dates with celebrations, and vows that next year they’ll work to become better. Even when there’s very little to celebrate, and everything seems to be dragging them backward into the dark, there are always those who carry on. That wonderful defiance that they do so well.”

“Lot on their plate this time,” said Crowley. “Let’s hope they don’t make a bollocks of it.”

“Here we go,” said Aziraphale, as flowers of fire began to bloom, blue and gold and crimson, across the small screen. Crowley chinked his glass against the angel’s.

“To hope,” said Aziraphale. “Happy New Year, darling.”

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MerMay!! Ineffable husbands with The Little Mermaid vibe.🧜

The final #EveryFrameOfEden video is now up!

Thank you to everybody who took part! 💫 The web page with the full list of artist credits can be found here.

Slowed-down version under the cut:

GWR: Does Jonathan have a mate?

Joe Hollins: In spite of his age, Jonathan still has good libido and is seen frequently to mate with Emma and sometimes Fred - animals are often not particularly gender-sensitive!

Source: Interview with Jonathan’s vet

Warding off the oncoming depressive episode by reading about very old tortoises

Just waiting for your angel to come back from heaven