#alittam

[ladyoutlier]

Nothing too original but: Some first date / first kiss would be lovely! Oh and also Crowley in cute panic mode when Aziraphale finally catches up to him romantically.

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It had been seventeen hours and 42 minutes since Aziraphale had told Crowley that he loved him. The demon would have the time memorized down to the second, but he had been too stunned by the returned declaration of love that the second, and quite a few more, had passed before he had regained his composure.

And after that moment, time had slipped away. Ooey gooey, mind-melting, light-headedness of having 6000 years worth of pining finally pay off would do that even to Satan himself. Y’know, if Satan ever found himself in that position—which was far from likely, although no one really knew who the Antichrist’s mother was. Crowley was exceptionally vulnerable to it, but Aziraphale did that to him. Made him lose his composure, even if it usually was only internally.

At some point the sun had risen, and a night full of talking about things Crowley never thought he would say out loud had passed. At roughly eight sharp, Aziraphale had suggested that Crowley go off to water his plants and meet him back here at his bookshop at three. Perhaps they would spend the afternoon somewhere. Perhaps Hyde Park. He didn’t say first date directly, but they both knew that’s what it was. They had their own wordless way of speaking that only a millennium or two of frequent interactions could create.

Crowley did not water his plants at his flat. There was so much more to do. Planning. Oh so much planning. How did dates even work? He had his fair share of seduction jobs in the past, but those didn’t really follow up with an ongoing relationship. Dates were practically as foreign to him as Heaven itself. You dress up for them, yeah? But a park was hardly a place to sport a penguin suit. Bring flowers? That’s a thing. There’s a whole language to that though. Certain flowers mean specific things, and as big of a plant enthusiast as Crowley was, he had no idea what meant what. Ask a flower person? Botanists? No, they were called florists. There had to be one of those nearby. Did he have time for that? Surely. Worst case, he’d miracle himself some more.

Would it be too cheesy for him to play “Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy” on the ride? Yeah, probably. He really should’ve thought this out more. Well, he did. Quite a lot over the centuries. But all those thoughts found themselves submerged deep within himself to face tortures worse than the most vile punishments of Hell. He could vow for that.

If he had known that he actually had a shot with Aziraphale—that one day they’d be actually be going on a date together—maybe he would’ve let those thoughts play out a bit more. If he had properly started preparing for this as early as the Wall of Eden, he’d probably be a whole lot more confident and a whole lot more calm right now. He couldn’t stop pacing around.

Maybe flowers were too cliche. Too puppy love teenager mushy rubbish. But a gift was necessary. That’s what these things were all about. A thank you for giving a horrible demon a chance. A symbol of love. Yeah, that was still weird. Aziraphale really did love him. Wow. Isn’t that something? Might as well have dumped a bucket of holy water on him because that thought alone melts him into a pool on the linoleum.

He could always steal that book back from that American girl with the glasses. Aziraphale had really liked that thing, although he probably wouldn’t be all that happy with him immorally acquiring it. AH! If his heart could calm down for just three seconds, he could think a bit clearer. Maybe he’d just get rid of it. Not like he needed it after all. But that wouldn’t be very nice. Not that he wanted to be nice. Just he wouldn’t even be here without that infernal organ.

He could pull a Van Gogh but instead of an ear just give Aziraphale his whole heart. Two problems solved: the irritating beating and the present. Problem with that was that Aziraphale already had his heart.

He needed something with weight to it. Something that showed Aziraphale both how long and how much he loved him. Something one of a kind, but not flashy or showy. Aziraphale wasn’t one for things like that.

He had to have something that fit those qualifications. He kept quite a few souvenirs over the centuries. But did any of them—oh. Oh, he had the perfect thing.

*

“Hey boy where do you get it from

Hey boy where did you go?

I learned my passion in the good old fashioned school of loverboys”

“Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy” did end up playing on the drive although Crowley swore the disc he picked wasn’t a Queen album. The demon was really glad that he had red hair because that certainly helped hide the pink tinge the tips of his ears had taken.

Aziraphale had been silent regarding the song except for a brief “Lovely tune, isn’t it?” before going back to talking about all sorts of things Crowley could listen to all day. The angel could be talking absolute bollocks, and he would still hang on every word.

Although Hyde Park wasn’t nearly as lovely as St. James’s Park, the change of scenery was very much appreciated. Plus, a new location very much fit with the theme of them being on a new level of their relationship. Aziraphale and Crowley found themselves on a nice bench in front of the river. An enormous tree rested in the middle of the path beside them. It seemed that instead of disrupting the giant, the humans had simply built around it. One of the rare examples of their environmental consciousness.

Of course, no appropriate first date at the park would be complete without a picnic lunch, and Aziraphale had thought of just that. He ruffled through his basket, which Crowley had called grandmotherly, and pulled out a few cucumber sandwiches. It was a light lunch, but for one, they didn’t actually need to eat, and two, they were likely to find themselves at some place for dinner in only a handful of hours.

Whether or not Crowley was one for eating was no one else’s business. It was also no one’s business how he ate if he did. As such, whether or not he actually ate the cucumber sandwich and how in that case it was devoured, remains a mystery. All that is known is that said sandwich was gone before Aziraphale had gotten halfway through his which wasn’t that surprising considering that the angel is a horribly slow eater.

“You know, this river’s called The Serpentine,” Aziraphale said, wiping his face with a handkerchief. “Thought you would find that amusing.”

Crowley leaned onto the back of the bench and scoffed. “That why you wanted to go here?”

“Maybe.”

Crowley grinned. The mood was playful. The atmosphere was calming. They had a nice lunch. There wasn’t a human in sight. Everything was grand. If now wasn’t the time, when was?

“Got you something, angel.”

The demon reached into his jacket and pulled out something wrapped in a silky black (for what other color would it be?) cloth. Aziraphale eyed him with a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth before he took the gift. As he unwrapped it, Crowley turned to look out over the oddly named river. Still, thanks to his sunglasses, his eyes were on Aziraphale.

As the last of the fabric fell away, what was left behind was a small display box. Like one a person would use for a scientific sample of a raw gemstone. Through the see-through lid of the box, the angel could see a chunk of white stone. It wasn’t natural or glittery in nature. No, it looked man-made as if it once belonged in the entrance of a grand bank.

“Thank you, dear.” He turned the box over in his hand. “Although I do think I’d be a bit more appreciative if I, um, knew exactly what it was.”

“‘S part of the Eastern Gate.” Crowley stretched out on the bench. The more relaxed his posture was, the more he could pretend this was an everyday occurrence.

“Oh, Crowley. You don’t mean Eden’s Eastern Gate?”

“Course I do. Was where I met you. Place was collapsing after Adam and Eve got evicted.”

“Do think that was your fault, love.”

“I merely offered them an alternative. Entirely their fault they chose it. But anyways, figured God didn’t care much for the upkeep of the place considering that the wall could hardly be serving a purpose crumbled down, so I took a brick.”

“And you’ve managed to carry it around for quite literally all of time?”

“Well, not on my person but yes. It’s a good memory. Part with you I mean. The rest was pretty bland.”

“And you’re just giving it to me?”

“Yeah? Why wouldn’t I? Don’t need it anymore now that I got you.”

Someone else might have not been able to tell whether Crowley’s remark was meant as a compliment or not, but to Aziraphale, who knew the demon’s tendency to give nuanced comments of admiration, it was dreadfully obvious what he meant. One does not simply have something for 6000 years and just give it up like it’s nothing. Aziraphale doubted there even was anything else left of the Wall of Eden besides this piece. Centuries of weathering and erosion would have ensured that. This was more than a time capsule. It was all that was left of the beginning. The only thing that could bring them back to their first moments together. And Crowley had given it to him just like that. The angel only regretted that he had nothing to give the demon in return.

“I’m at a loss for words. This is so sweet, Crowley. I really just can’t believe you’ve been holding on to it for all this time.”

“Don’t mention it.”

Aziraphale found himself doing something he very much wanted to but didn’t actually tell himself to do. He leaned over to the demon, still cupping the box in his hands, and kissed him right on the cheek. “Thank you.”

If Crowley thought his pink ears in the car was bad, he should’ve had a mirror for this moment. His complexion rivaled that of Satan’s in the red department. Somehow his sunglasses found themselves slid down the bridge of his nose. He was quite literally petrified. Maybe not as much as last night when his relationship with Aziraphale had started, but it was a close second.

“Too much?” Aziraphale asked, hesitantly.

“Do—do it again,” Crowley fumbled out as his mouth began to work once more.

“Gladly.”

The angel pulled him into another kiss, but this time, instead of landing on the cheek, it met with his lips. One would think that after 6 millennia of longing, nothing could live up to that desire. One would be very wrong. 

They held each other in a kiss that went on and on. Hands became involved, and they bound together as if they were always meant to be one. A shard of Eden was the only thing between them. And what happened next? Well, that’s their own personal business.

[ingravinoveritas]

alittam reblogged your photoset and added:

@ingravinoveritas any Michael Sheen kink is a good kink. Bring on the fanfiction, I wanna read that 😅

@alittam Yeah...upon closer inspection, I realized that belt actually is tied around his neck, which I should have known because I’ve seen all of Michael’s episodes of The Good Fight, but boy did this scene just hit me in the libido in a way it did not when I first saw it, and yep, I’ve got a whole fic idea brewing now...

[fitzier-zine]

I received an email that my zine was shipped! Yay! But I cannot find the link for downloading the PDF though (I bought the bundle for the digital copy and the printed copy too). Will it arrive in a separate email?

it is indeed in a seperate email, sent to the address you entered.

If you look and still can’t find it, please message us here with your name and email address and I’ll send it again! <3

[culverton]

I totally adored your video. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

thank YOU!! 

[obsessivelollipoplalala]

@alittam

Interesting. Are there parts of the progression of the plot that are hard to follow, or does the musical explain it well enough? Idk how well this comes across to a non-American audience. Is it new but easy to pick up?

[a-darling-thing]

Ooo, awesome!  Thanks.  I’ll watch it tonight.

I found the perfect Femlock couple in an episode of Black Mirror yesterday. They’re detectives, too, so it makes total sense.

Has anyone noticed already?I tried to do a tag search but didn’t find any other post. Tagging some people that might know :)

@kinklock @johnlockfulfillment @watsonsdick @love-in-mind-palace @bbcatemysoul @vitruvianwatson

[an-affectionate-heart]

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It is quarter to one in the morning and im about to start screeching.

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I NEED MOOORE!

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Please read this ^^^^^^

I finally figured out how to reply to replies, so yay! Thank you to all you people for reading and commenting on and sharing my work! Part two as been posted if any of you are interested. =)

[pescadodeoro]

You can tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. Put your music on shuffle and list the first 10 songs, then tag 10 people. No skipping!

I was tagged by @theiceandbones [Thank you!!!!] My songs are under the cut:

1. Come As You Are - Nirvana 

2. Dani California - Red Hot Chili Peppers 

3. No Good Deed - Wicked (Original Broadway Cast Recording) 

4. Here Comes The Hotstepper (Heartical Mix) - Ini Kamoze

5. Now I’m Here (Live at Hammersmith Odeon)  - Queen

6. Because - Across The Universe (Music from the Motion Picture) 

7. Decode - Paramore 

8. Full Control - Snail Mail

9. Alms Alms - Sweeney Todd (The Motion Picture Soundtrack)

10. Heart-Shaped Box - Nirvana

I had a lot of fun with this because I love talking about myself and things like that BUT if anyone I tag doesn’t wanna do it of course you don’t have to.

That being said, I tag ...

@hungry-hobbits , @butchworm , @alittam , @tuunbaqatemyblog , @bowieisworried , @hunting-for-pirate-booty , @broscarwilde , @bloodydroolingmaw , @harrygoodsirs , and @ledalittle !!

Again if y’all don’t wanna do it, y’all don’t gotta. ALSO my bad if you’ve already done this challenge and I didn’t see it and I tagged you in this! Then of course you don’t gotta do it again. 

[hushwatson]

One of the new favourite times of the day since Rosie is older is bath time. She still has to use her own special tub but her eyes light up when John or Sherlock mention it’s bath time.  She babbles and claps her hand and Sherlock almost always beats John to the announcement because he loves bath time just as much as Rosie.  

It’s not to say that John doesn’t help.  He gets the tub ready while Sherlock is readying Rosie and lying out her romper for after bath time.  Meanwhile John runs the water to the perfect temperature and gets all her favourite toys ready - her pirate ship, fish, whale and octopus.  He puts the tear free soap nearby along with the flannel and the towel he sets on the basin. He also places the jug within reach to rinse her hair after its washed.  By the time he’s finished setting up, Sherlock and Rosie arrive back downstairs ready to begin their adventure.

First Sherlock checks the water even though he knows the temperature is adequate and then he gently places her in her own little tub. She giggles and splashes the water and John stands by the door way and watches.  He’s so enamoured by the way Sherlock cares for his - no their - daughter that he doesn’t think he’s seen anything more beautiful in the world.

Sherlock meanwhile plays with the pirate ship with Rosie while takes the whale and splashes water everywhere including all over his shirt, but that doesn’t matter. She babbles about their battle, and just before the water cools too much Sherlock hands her the pirate ship and picks up the flannel and the soap and begins to wash her ten little toes, chubby little legs, her tummy and arms and ten little fingers, then back and neck and when he does her hair he extra careful not to get any in her eyes even though it is tear free.

After Rosie is nice and clean, Sherlock hands her off to John who is waiting with the towel and ready to rush her up the stairs to dry her off and dress her in her romper and get her ready for bed. 

Meanwhile, Sherlock empties the tub and cleans off the toys and the tub and dries everything off and puts them in their places.  He then pads out to the kitchen and readies Rosie bottle so it all John has to do is feed her when he comes down stairs and just like clockwork, John is standing by his side reaching for the prepared bottle and commenting on how soaked Sherlock is.

“It was worth it.” He smiles, “I’m going to go change, back in a moment.”

“And here I was hoping I could help.” John winks at him.

“You get Rosie to bed and you can help me undress while I help you do the same.”

“Deal.”

@lunadax @yorkiepug @shag-me-senseless-watson @inevitably-johnlocked @beejohnlocked @kayjaykayme @seriouslymarythough @daringlydomestic @andithoughtiwasspecial @green-violin-bow @missmuffin221 @msdisdain @lmirandas @chinike @disregardedletters @northofsyche @alittam @justinmymindpalace @vitruvianwatson @mylastvow @nomi-26 @joyfulblazestarlightlove @the-work-aholic @dorvanie @your-holy-nerd @sherlock-and-his-watson @violindeductions @rosie-holmes-watson @superwholock221bbakerstreet @221b-sh @watsonsanatomy @currently-in-my-mind-palace @escaroles @viklock @sairyn-noc

 As always thank you for reading and hope you enjoyed and if you want tagged/untagged just let me know

[mama-orion]

tag, you’re it

Tagged by @thespiritualmultinerd  ­– Thanks, how sweet!

Rules: Tag nine people you want to know better.

Relationship status: Married for many years to my best friend Favorite color: green, or sort of a periwinkly blue Pets: Two orange boy cats. One is dog in a cat’s body and eats yarn and underwear. Wake up: Today, my little boy woke up, gave me a snuggle, and told me about a dream he had where we went to the beach in Maine and stayed at a house full of old Star Wars toys. (Last night it snowed a foot so we’re home in pajamas all day, but we’d usually have a semi-frantic hour getting ready for work and school. But his dad always, always reads stories to us at the breakfast table. We’re late. Every. Day.)
 Cats or dogs: Cats Coke or Pepsi: kombucha Day or Night: Day for the left brain, night for the right brain Text or call: Text. I’m an extroverted introvert and prefer the emotional distance of texting, but you’d never know it Chapstick or lipstick: Burt’s Bee’s lip balm. My skin says no to makeup, but sometimes yes to face paint. City or country: Country, always. My sweetie’s from the city. I converted him. Last book I read: Skippyjohn Jones. Oh, for myself? This is hard. I used to read voraciously, my greatest joy, but now with a small, attention-hungry child (as I write this he is maintaining a nonstop narrative as he positions playmobil spies all over my brown fuzzy robe. I’m the mountain base, you see.) and a full-time job I find it hard to get precious book time. I just tremendously enjoyed @khorazir’s book-length Over/Under fic. Last song I listened to: Fleet Foxes, White Winter Hymnal

Five facts about me:

1. I kept a daily comic journal for 9 years

2. My partner and I hiked the Appalachian trail 17 years ago. My trail name was Orion.

3. I humor my son and sometimes spend whole days in character so he can roleplay his latest favorite story. I can do a passable Hagrid accent. My southern Tweak from Octonauts was better. Welsh Penny from Fireman Sam was a good challenge.

4. Every year my little family goes to the Robin Hood-themed medieval festival in homemade costumes.

5. I keep a messy workshop equipped to make spontaneous costumes for my son (latest was Puss in Boots), bins of art supplies for When I Someday Get the Time, a chest of my mom’s old quilts that need repairs, piles of stones from our walks and travels, kid art all over the walls, miniatures from my childhood obsession with dollhouses. When I am old I will build a Bag End dollhouse.

Join in if you feel like it :) I tag…

@teaistheanswertoeverything @quirkycinnamon @whereimwritingfrom @pocketcrow  @openheart-wickedmind @coloringthegreyscale @totheverybestoftimesjohn @katzensprotte @alittam

[aziraphalesrarebooks]

@alittam that's what I was thinking as well!

Listening to the Good Omens soundtrack while I work on ordering classroom stuff... wishing I was not having to order classroom stuff.

[hushwatson]

John and Sherlock trying weeks on end to teach Rosie to walk, but Rosie never working up the courage to leave go off John or Sherlock’s fingers even though the other is there arms outstretched waiting for her.

Until one day, both John is making tea in the kitchen and Sherlock pops his head in the kitchen and Rosie leaves go of the coffee table and toddles over to Sherlock, albeit a bit wobbly, just in time for both Sherlock and John to see her. She nearly tumbles, but grabs onto Sherlock’s pants leg before falling and both John and Sherlock are singing her praises telling her how fantastic and brilliant she is.  Sherlock picking her up and raising her above his head and making her giggle loudly and then placing a raspberry on her stomach before passing her onto John who swings her back and forth and praises her effusively which causes her to clap.

All and all it’s been a busy morning at 221b.

@lunadax @shag-me-senseless-watson @yorkiepug @inevitably-johnlocked @kayjaykayme @seriouslymarythough @daringlydomestic @beejohnlocked @calliopecookiejar @andithoughtiwasspecial @green-violin-bow @missmuffin221 @msdisdain @lmirandas @chinike @disregardedletters @northofsyche @alittam @justinmymindpalace @vitruvianwatson @mylastvow @nomi-26 @joyfulblazestarlightlove @the-work-aholic @dorvanie @your-holy-nerd @sherlock-and-his-watson @violindeductions @rosie-holmes-watson @superwholock221bbakerstreet @221b-sh @watsonsanatomy @currently-in-my-mind-palace @escaroles @viklock @sairyn-noc

as always thank you for reading and let me know if you want tagged or untagged

[obsessivelollipoplalala]

@alittam

That makes sense. I’m not sure if Americans are invested in the characters, but the historical narrative and what it all means? Yeah. I think the questions of who gets to control the historical narrative and how we remember people mean more to us. I think the contrast between the time period and the style is fun enough that it’s not a problem for me. I think it makes sense to have rap battles because of how much these people did fight irl lol

I think that some people are a little let down simply because it was hyped up soooo much. I didn’t really follow anyone on here engaged in the hype, so I wasn’t disappointed when I saw it.

But...........why Cats? I get the other shows, but...Cats?

@alittam

Interesting. Are there parts of the progression of the plot that are hard to follow, or does the musical explain it well enough? Idk how well this comes across to a non-American audience. Is it new but easy to pick up?

[ineffablekink]

A bunch of new pictures and a new post about our trip to Crete, now on the blog #linkinbio #alittam #crete #travel #sunset #greece #latergram (presso KAVOUSI RESORT)

[trajektoria]

alittam replied to your post: “Did someone promo my fics or something? I’m just getting so many kudos...”:

It's cause you deserve them honey! Post me a link so I can read them too?

Aww, thank you! Here are my fics if you’re interested.

[a-darling-thing]

alittam replied to your post “If they’re giving us a Victorian mind palace kiss, then does that mean...”

Where'd you hear about the fantasy palace kiss thing? Omg it sounds so cool

Ah sorry, that’s a little bit misleading.  It’s more my conjecture and theories about the Christmas Special.  I think the Victorian bits are going to actually be in Sherlock’s head (mind palace), and he is hanging out there, playing around, trying to figure out a lot of the mystery surrounding Mary/Moriarty that was left hanging at the end of Season 3.

The 15+ rating that the BBC Shop has temporarily plastered on the DVD case pic on the Christmas Special preorder page, has led many people to believe that we will at least get a kiss between John and Sherlock, because the rating has never been that high on a Sherlock episode before.

Soo...  I was just conjecturing how that might all play out.  It’s nothing for sure from the powers that be.