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[Podfic] it's high time that you love me 'cause you do it so well by Podfixx for mygalfriday (BrinneyFriday)
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV)
30 Oct 2019
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The looming threat of searing pain and the memory of blood pouring out of his mouth is enough of a deterrent to keep Crowley from ever daring to attempt saying the word Love again but nothing -
not even God Herself -
could stop him from showing it.
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it's high time that you love me, cause you do it so well by mygalfriday (BrinneyFriday)
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
24 Jul 2019
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The looming threat of searing pain and the memory of blood pouring out of his mouth is enough of a deterrent to keep Crowley from ever daring to attempt saying the word Love again but nothing -
not even God Herself -
could stop him from showing it.
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13 Sep 2026
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He hadn’t expected a sudden lapful of angel.
“Very sorry about this,” Aziraphale said, and kissed him.
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all i need, darling, is a life in your shape [Podfic] by originblue
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)
23 Jul 2019
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After everything, Aziraphale and Crowley, by unspoken agreement, begin sharing their lives.
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Why? Aziraphale wanted to ask him, why millennia of the way things were, and now this?But while Crowley seemed to have little issue upending every unspoken rule they’d ever written for themselves, Aziraphale was not so flexible, and they had spent thousands of years never quite addressing whatever it was this had stemmed from. Words, Aziraphale had always felt, were for bickering about where to eat for lunch, or hashing out ontological debates, or other trivial nonsense; there was no need to trifle with the imprecision of language, with phrasing and the possibility of being misconstrued, when it came to important matters if the other person simply understood, without needing it said. Six thousand years ago, when Aziraphale had met Crowley on the wall of Eden, watching the first two humans set out to begin the rest of history, something deep within him, more central even than his Grace, had thought, oh, it’s you, and that had been enough for him--for both of them, he assumed--for three millennia.
However much he wanted to ask, he didn’t know how. The words simply weren’t there.
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“It’s just,” he continued, “I’ve noticed that humans—some humans, anyway—they use that word, angel, as a…well, as a sort of…endearment.”
“Do they?” said Crowley, who had invented using the word as an endearment in the 13th century AD.
