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neil gaiman being the original ineffable bureaucracy shipper is so funny because imagine watching a show and thinking 'i really want those two characters who had 5minutes of screen time together to kiss' and then realising 'wait i have the power to do that'

GOOD OMENS SEASON TWO SPOILERS

Ok I’m gonna be deeply ranting and analyzing the kiss scene (mostly just the kiss itself) because OH MY GOSH THERES SO MUCH TOO IT

First of all here’s a gif of it:

And also I don't have a gif of it but when Crowley releases Aziraphale, what struck me was that he didn’t make them burst apart he gently and almost sadly just stepped back. And then watched. Now. One of the biggest things I’ve been thinking about in this (because I’ve been obsessively watching it over and over) is how Crowley is kissing him. It’s a long kiss. It’s not sensual. It’s not eating each others faces. It’s intimate and very romantic. Crowley missed Aziraphales lips by a hair and is slightly kissing his chin. Crowley holds him there as they sway back and forth slightly. I can’t see if his eyes are open or not. But the thing that strikes me about this is how much all of Crowley’s body language and everything just scream about how much he doesn’t want to move. He finally kissed his angel and he wants to stay pressed up against him, finally locked in the embrace he didn’t realize he needed for so long. He just stays there. He doesn’t kiss deeper. He just stays pressed against him, not wanting to deal with how Aziraphale will look at him afterwards.

then he has to break apart. He does it gently, but suddenly. Like he had to force himself but doesn’t want to . He wanted to stay, but he knows he can’t. So he steps back with his heart breaking more than he thought possible.

now onto Aziraphale.

Aziraphale is shocked. His eyes go from open to closed to open to closed. He leans back so slightly you almost can’t see it. He doesn’t seem to know how to feel.

And then his hands go around Crowley. It almost seems like it’s an unconscious motion, given how he looks after they break apart. It looks like for a split second, he lets himself melt into Crowley, as his hand wraps around his back and slides across it. But then he hesitates again abd takes his hands away. He thinks he can’t melt into Crowley. But there was the one moment where he broke.

after they break apart, Aziraphale looks shocked, upset, desperate, and to me, even a little disgusted. Probably because he doesn’t know how to deal with it. He licks his lips and moves his mouth around abd seems uncomfortable. But then after Crowley leaves he presses a hand to his mouth. He holds it for a second and starts crying. He realized he liked how it felt. He realizes everything he’s been missing. He loved the feeling of Crowley’s lips on his. Most importantly, he loves crowley.

on the topic of people hating on Aziraphale and saying the metatron did something to him, I disagree. This seems completely in character fir Aziraphale. He’s not an arsehole, he’s in conflict. He thinks he’s not allowed to love Crowley. I get him.

ok Thanks for coming to my Ted talk hehe bye

Note to self: on the next rewatch pay attention to Beelzebub trying to get other demons to figure out where Gabriel is thru the lens not of "capturing the enemy so that Hell may be victorious" but rather "where is the love of my life oh my satan what have they done to him"

I think one of the worst parts is that Crowley had to sit there and watch Gabriel (not Jim; The Archangel Fucking GABRIEL) get HIS Jane-Austen-William-Shakespeare-When-Harry-Met-Sally happy ending with a demon he never tried to change...

And then THAT.

Ineffable Bureaucracy was established and fully went canon in the span of 15 minutes while Ineffable Husbands crashed and burned in the same amount of time in the same episode I want to DIE

y’all season 2 of good omens was like having a nice relaxing bubble bath with scented candles and bath bombs and shit and you’re just enjoying it so euphorically that it leaves you super vulnerable for when someone throws A FUCKIN TOASTER IN

Neil really just updated his long fic slow burn with a chapter 2 after a 4 year hiatus and then left an authors note like haha hope you like it I’m working on ch 3 but idk if/when it’ll get posted bye!

If Anathema and Newt hadn't burned the other prophecies they would have found one that went something like "When that the Angel and Demon speaketh of an Us, like Two that came before and thus ran to the starres, their wordes shall cross the starres of their own fates, a nightingale shall close its solemn beak, and all ye who watch shall utter 'What Thee Fuck, You Are Both Bloody Idiots'."

the thing about reading/writing fanfiction is that you inevitably end up learning that originality is overrated

like yeah, it’s fun reading this cool, never seen before concept, but you know what’s even more fun? reading an impossible amount of fics that follow the exact same trope, written over and over by just about every writer in that fandom

that’s the good shit

“How many mimosas does it take…?”

You struggle to keep your eyes open, fighting the second wave of sleep begins to wash over you. The room is silent aside from the light snores of the man next to you. You choose to soak up the sight before you. 

Peter. 

He’s laying on his stomach, cheek squished against the pillow, lips slightly parted, facing you. You shift your focus to the state of his back, feeling smug, seeing the scratches down his back from the night before. 

“Hasn’t anyone ever told you it’s rude to stare?” The huskiness of Peter’s morning voice filled your ears. He shuffles closer to you, burying his head in the crook of your neck. 

“It’s the aesthete in me, I can’t help it.” You can feel the smile that graces his lips against your skin.  

Before either of you get the chance to speak again, Peter’s phone starts vibrating from the nightstand. He lets out a groan before reaching for it “Shit, it’s Harry.” 

“Hey man”

“Hey Pete, have you heard from Y/n?” His eyes flick over to you as he replied: “No, I haven’t, why?” 

“She went out with her coworkers last night and never came home. MJ and I tried calling her but the calls just rang out. Can you also try and reach her?” 

“Oh shit, okay. I’ll call but she probably just crashed at Stella’s house and forgot to let you know.” 

“Yeah, probably. But MJ is not having any of that shit since those muggings started happening in the area.” 

The mention of muggings and the indirect implication something might have happened to you caused him to sit up. Peter knew all about the muggings, it was something that he was following closely. Especially because it was in your neighborhood. He knew you were safe with him, but your friends didn’t know that as the two of you opted to keep your relationship under wraps. 

You could vaguely hear what was being said on the other line and screwed your eyes shut silently cursing yourself for worrying your friends, looking over at your boyfriend as he told Harry he’d try to get a hold of you before exchanging goodbyes. 

“I thought you texted Harry about not coming home in the cab?” he questioned, dropping his head back down to the pillow. 

You reach over him to grab your phone, opening up your messages and texting your friends letting them know you’re okay. “I never hit send” showing him the message already typed in the chat bubble waiting to be sent.

His hand rests on the small of your back “So you went out with coworkers, huh? Do you kiss all your coworkers?” 

“Just the pretty ones, now up, we all made plans for brunch,” you say crawling over him and out of bed. 

“I know we did, but it’s only ten. Who has brunch at ten? Just come back to bed, honey, we’ve got plenty of time.” To this you shake your head, slipping on your dress from last night. “I told MJ that I was already on my way back, which I should be…can you zip me up?” 

Peter stands and lets out a groan as he stretches before he pulls the zipper of your dress, fingers lingering a few seconds extra. He moves his hands to wrap around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. “I know I said it about a million times last night but you look beautiful, you always do.” You only hum in response, grabbing his hand and leading him into the bathroom to brush your teeth. 

It had been just under four months since you and Peter officially got together. After years of dancing around your feelings for each other and insisting that friends do in fact look at each other that way, you both finally have what you’ve always wanted. 

Your relationship was kept quiet because you both understood that finally acknowledging that there was much more than just friendship between you two and actually acting on it would be something that you could never go back from. The idea of the dynamic between the two of you in addition to your entire friend group changing for the worst made you both anxious. 

So the two of you decided to hide your relationship from them. You were going to tell them, but when May pieced everything together herself about a month in, you both figured it was only a matter of time before your friends do the same.

That was several weeks ago. You’d be lying if you said that you didn’t find the situation amusing, and sure, sneaking around at the start did add a bit of thrill but you expected them, especially Harry, to say something. 

Harry had been best friends with the two of you since you were just little kids, he knew you both incredibly well, and he knew about how you felt towards Peter, something that you finally admitted to him (not that you needed to) after moving in together. You also knew Harry well, and you knew that he was a big fan of the idea of you and Peter, but you also knew that if he even suspected that anything truly romantic happened with the two of you, he’d voice it. You also worry that he would think you guys didn’t trust him, even if that wasn’t the case. 

As for MJ, her not knowing isn’t something that you ruled out, at least not completely. She had been privy to the shitshow that was you and Peter being in denial about each other’s feelings in high school. She might not have known the two of you as long as Harry has but she didn’t need to, MJ was an observer, and even if she wasn’t, it wasn’t hard to notice that you two essentially orbited around each other. The possibility of her knowing and simply turning a blind eye to it until she was told by you or Peter directly was very likely. 

You can hear the water beat against Peter’s skin, “You sure you don’t want to join me?” You shake your head putting your toothbrush back in the holder next to his. “Very tempting but I’ll have to pass this time.” You watch him pout in the reflection of the mirror. “Fuck, you really did a number on me,” you said stretching your neck to the side analyzing the marks he left there. “Says you, I can only imagine what my back looks like right now,” that causes you to smirk and pull the shower curtain open further. “Is this you taking me up on my offer?” His grin is wide, “I’m afraid not baby, I just wanted a kiss before I left.” His mouth forms into an ‘o’ before pursing his lips and leaning forward to give you a peck.

“I’ll see you soon,” giving him one last kiss. “Yes, you will.”

You unlock the door and push it open. Harry and MJ are seated on the couch. “Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in.” Harry’s voice echoed through the room. 

“Did you get mauled?” MJ’s eyes widened slightly. 

Harry gasps and is on his feet to get a closer look at you. “Oh my god! You hooked up with someone last night?” 

“I did, but it was more than a hookup, I’ve been seeing him for a while,” you confess, walking away from him and down the hall into your room. Harry and MJ follow close behind. “For a while? What about Peter?” 

“Yeah, what about Peter? We thought you guys were finally going to stop beating around the bush. You guys have been extra touchy and smiley lately. I thought this was going to be it,” MJ adds. 

A frown was present on both of their lips. “Okay, I see where you guys are coming from but this is a conversation to be had after I’ve showered and am dressed for brunch.” You say gathering your clothes and towel and moving past them into the bathroom. 

As you run through your usual morning routine you realize that this would be the right moment to come clean about your relationship. From what your friends had said it was clear they had been biting their tongue for some time. You figured you had some time before Peter arrived and would be able to text him about everything as a heads-up. 

However just as you exit the bathroom, you hear the front door open and Harry letting your boyfriend in. Entering your bedroom, you find MJ sitting on your bed. 

“It’s him isn’t it, Peter? He’s the guy you’ve been seeing.” You can feel your cheeks heat up “Yes, we’ve been dating for a couple of months now-four- to be exact.” 

“I knew it. Well, I wasn’t sure if it was a friends-with-benefits arrangement, which I’m glad it wasn’t because you’d both be hurting each other or if it was serious and he was your boyfriend.” She explained. 

You feel relieved, “We were going to tell you guys but everything was pretty hush-hush because we both thought it would fuck up our friendship and then May flat-out told us she knew after Peter picked her up from work about a month in, we thought you guys would do the same. But then the weeks went by and none of us said anything, and it left like one of those things that the longer you wait the more others would feel like you don’t trust them. Can I ask when you pieced it together? God! Does Harry know too?” 

She laughs as you finish speaking, your pace telling her that you’ve been holding it in for a while. “He doesn’t, he knows that you’ve been in love with each other forever, and is sick of waiting for you two to finally come around and get together. I’m almost positive he’s contemplated locking you two in a room and not letting you out until you talk about your feelings before. I knew something was up when we went to that Oscorp event. Peter smelled like your perfume when you guys arrived.”  

You were sitting at your desk, buffing out your color corrector, about to respond when there was a knock on the door. “Can we come in?” Peter asked, only turning the knob after hearing a yes from both of you. Harry took a seat next to MJ on your bed, while Peter walked over to you and pressed a kiss to your temple before saying hi. 

“Are you almost done?” Harry asks

“Almost, I just need to add concealer and perfume, then we can leave.” 

“Cool, can we continue our conversation from before? I would like answers.” 

“Oh? What were you guys talking about?” You could tell Peter was intrigued. “Y/n’s seeing someone, and she said we’d talk about it after she got out of the shower, so who is it? Because whoever it is can’t hold a candle to-” Harry’s words come to a halt due to MJ’s hand covering his mouth. “Maybe we should wait until after brunch before we pester her with questions, who wants to be interrogated on an empty stomach?” A muffled noise, presumed to be a hum in agreement, is made in response. 

Peter’s gaze is on you, you know he wants to ask what that was about and is waiting for an opening to do exactly that. Lucky for him, MJ gives that to him by telling Harry that you’re just about finished and that they should go put on their shoes and wait for you by the door. 

“I didn’t know you were seeing someone” Peter jokes once they’re out of earshot. 

“Oh ha ha, MJ knows, or we’ll she already knew and I confirmed it for her.” 

“Since when?” He runs his hands over the fabric of your sundress, “Is this new?” 

“Since the Oscorp gala, said you smelled like my perfume and it tipped her off. This is new, I bought it the other day, you like?” He takes your hand and spins you around, “I love, you look gorgeous. What about Harry?” 

You rummage through your closet before holding up two different pairs of sandals. “MJ says he’s none the wiser, but is kind of sick of the pining, which ones go better with the dress?” He points to the shoe in your right hand, “That one. Let’s just tell him at the restaurant.” You nod your head. “I was going to text you about telling both of them when you got here because the first words out of their mouths after I said I’ve been seeing someone were ‘What about Peter’ but you were already here. Alright, I’m done.” 

The four of you make your way out of the apartment and down into the subway station at the corner of your block. One train ride later, you were all sitting in the outdoor section of the restaurant waiting for your meals to come sipping on mimosas and gossiping amongst yourselves. 

Until Harry turns his attention to you “How many mimosas does it take for you to finally spill your guts about this guy? Because as your best friend, I am deeply offended that today was the first I’m hearing about it, especially since we talked about you building up the courage to tell you know who about how you feel.”

“It’s Peter.” 

“It’s me.”  You and Peter say at the same time, statements that cause your friend to choke on his drink. You all watch Harry intently, as he wipes his mouth with a napkin waiting for his reaction, for a second you’re worried he’d be upset but any worry you had fades as he grins. 

“It’s about time, how long? When’d you tell him? Or did he tell you? I’ve been waiting for this moment since our middle school dance. Can I be the best man at your wedding? Oh my god! I can’t believe you did that to her neck. Do you know that you two were awful at hiding your feelings, you’ve basically been dating each other all our lives. It’s important to me that you know that, because I was probably one ‘she’s just a friend’ or ‘he doesn’t like me like that’ away from losing my mind.”

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idk i just wanna sit in a dark library at night in the candlelight wearing an oversized sweater and exchange glances over my book to my lover while the rain pours outside and feel at peace with the world

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