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I cried <3 thank you so much!

Just wanted to say that I love your writing. English isn't my mother tongue so I can't express properly how much your GO stories move me and make me feel at peace. Every time I see one of yours updates I wait until morning at breakfast to read it so I know the day will start in a lovely way. If possible I would like to request "mirror" as a prompt. Thank you so much for sharing your work

[You say the kindest and loveliest things and it means so much to me to know that my words can bring any pleasure, any happiness at all. Thank you so much. I wanted to do this one justice and I kept it for a special vignette. Thank you for sending it!

All these vignettes are related and this is crossposted as the newest chapter of No Kingdom To Come. However, you do not need to have read the others for this. For chronological purposes, this one comes after With Nothing On My Tongue (But Hallelujah) and before infinity times infinity (let there be light).]

If you want more Ineffable Husbands being ineffable, I am always taking prompts via tumblr ask! Thank you.]New Methods In Riverbed Excavation

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I’m going to tell you a secret. Come close, listen. Nothing stays forever. We knock on the ground under our feet and stand back assured of it. We count on the seas, the shift of the stars, the rising and setting of the sun. But the ground shifts and the rocks move, worn away by wind. Forests burn up and stars die. And this, our star-sun too, hung already in its own grave and waiting for the white-dwarf-end. Sometimes the seas dry up. Lakes and ponds. Sometimes the rivers take off, leave only their empty beds behind. We can see there, the blanket of water now peeled back. See what was hidden. 

(Why am I telling you this? Pay attention.)

Crowley is in his bedroom, standing in front of a long mirror. His fists clenched, veins popped. Knuckles white. He stands very still (he would seem calm if you didn’t know what to look for, didn’t know the signs of a riptide). Unbuttons the top buttons of his shirt. Frowns and does them up again. Runs his fingers through his hair a little, fussing at it. Scowls at the hungry cheekbones, his sharp chin, his crow-claw fingers curled here. (He’s too familiar with this body after six-thousand years. Knows all the ins and outs of it. How fast the hair grows, where the freckles come in, which knuckles to crack. He’s known himself since before mirrors. Since crawling up to the Sarasvati after wandering for years after Eden. He’d pulled himself up to the edges and cupped water from the river for his hot face and hot hands. Had glanced into the clear water in his palms and saw only a mirror there, his own startled face looking back at him.)

Should I wear this shirt? Wait, what about the other one? Which do you like better? Doesn’t matter. Not really. Never matters. Get it the fuck together. 

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we really devolved as a society when we stopped using fully painted pictures on romance novels and started using cheap photoshop instead 

when kafka said “all the love in the world is useless when there is total lack of understanding” and when richard siken said “if you love me, you don’t love me in a way I understand.”

A beautiful Fin Whale, Pacific White-Sided Dolphins, and glassy seas!

by Domenic Biagini

being an older sibling is like. you've never known a life without me. mom yelled at me and it taught her she never wanted to yell at you. I painted my room purple and grey and then you did too. we live in the same house but I haven't spoken to you in months. I don't know your favorite color. I saw it was going to rain so I picked you up from school on my way home so your books wouldn't get wet. i was so worried when you woke up sick when you were three. you don't remember being sick. mom and dad made their worst mistakes with me and I'm glad they didn't make them with you. I'm doing everything for the first time so you won't be in the dark. I don't know any of your friend's names anymore. I used to know them all. if something happens to mom and dad you won't have to worry because everything will fall to me. you don't like to be home alone but even if you don't see me just knowing I'm there makes you feel better. at least that's what mom told me. you still give me jars to open for you because you can't quite get them. I only see you during dinner. i'd never even think about missing one of your concerts. I stand at the counter when I eat and now you do, too. when offered a selection of books you picked the same one I did when i was your age. I'm terrified you compare yourself to me. I love you. I don't know if you like me. I want you to. mom says dinner's ready

Behold! Nice and Accurate Piano Adaptaion of Good Omens opening theme courtesy of my brilliant music theory teacher and dear friend Sergey Bogomolov. The version generally found online is obviously incorrect so l am incredibly greatfull for this edit. Also - can I hear a wahoo?

Sometimes you just have to doodle those weird thoughts from the shower…

Good Omens + text posts

#Aziraphale didn’t know he was starving for Crowley’s love until he tasted him.

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