"Those Who Think Listening Isn't An Art Should See If They Can Do It Half As Well." - Michael Ende, Momo

Dame Judi: “I thought you were going to be that beautiful Michael Sheen” followed by the biggest *sigh* in the world….

dont make me tap the sign

Rating: teen and up

Words: 12760 + two fluffy epilogues set in same au

Gabe, where are you? I can't see you and trying to work out this telephone is very confusing. My costume is uncomfortable and, to the frustration of your friend Michael, I have not a clue what I am dressed as.

Which costume?

My costume. Gabriel, where are you?

Remind me what costume you’ve got?

You’re the one who gave it to me. It’s that silly Obey One from that film you like.

Send a pic.

Fine.

[Sent: Picture]

Cute. You’re an angel.

No. It’s the Star Battle film. Gabe, where are you?

Oh, this isn’t Gabe.

What? Who is this? Have you stolen Gabe’s mobile device?

Nah, sorry. You got the wrong number. Love the costume though

Do you also experience this soft and safe darkness of the night sometimes, especially with someone you love nearby? Crowley hangs the stars for Aziraphale in the theatre and they share a first kiss. The perfect start for the weekend. Short fic (~1100words). By @sapphosewrites

And within this fic a reference to a lovely poem. Aziraphale is quoting from Starlight by Harold Lewis Cook:

Starlight through the curve of space

Falls an age and does not tire;

Falls and knows not where it falls,

A curve of undiminished fire.

A friend asked me to do a 70s Crowley dancing to Espresso Macchiato, and it was too funny an idea to pass

So here, have some demons dancing to a song that definitely goes well with their dancing skills

I don’t follow Eurovision, I have been ofc dragged by my Queer fam to watch a few entries (they like to watch me watch the performances)

This year and they only made me listen/watch one performance because they were sure I would love it, and they were not wrong

“You don’t start out writing good stuff. You start out writing crap and thinking it’s good stuff, and then gradually you get better at it. That’s why I say one of the most valuable traits is persistence.”

— Octavia E. Butler

Is there already a karaoke fanfic of good omens?

I have decided that that is what is needed to fill my procrastination dive.

Something like:

They both do not want to be in the damp cellar with orange and pink flickering lights. Ugh. Their mutual friends have convinced them to come. Anathema has lured Crowley to be there. Crowley knew what she was doing but still could not resist a perfectly executed lure like that. So he slunk along. Newt simply asked Aziraphale, gently saying he would really like him to be there and slightly opening his eyes, knowing the angel would never say no. And carefully not answering when the angel asked if karaoke meant modern music.

Which is why they find themselves at 1am, slightly unsteady because of alcohol, on a stage meeting each others eyes for the first time.

Er… books plural. Comfy fantasy reread + life shattering dark prose + gentle poetry + graphic novels.

I’m bored and nosy. Please reblog this with the book you’re currently reading.

I really like the idea of Crowley changing up his wings every once in a while. Mostly just because I find a ridiculous amount of joy in drawing black wings with red lines. And I haven’t been able to get the idea of Crowley with albatross wings out of my head since first watching it, so I might as well throw in some others too.

None of these have good quality in the first place, but you can click the bottom ones to slightly improve what little there is