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001 - Good Omens?

ty for enabling me,

Favorite character: crowley, but aziraphale is right on his heels. some days, it’s the other way around.

Least Favorite character: shadwell. like. the way he talks to madame tracy makes me angry bc i know too many old, entitled, white men who like to police women every way they can.

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): aziraphale/crowley (otp), newton/anethema (newt 👏 is 👏 trans 👏), newton/crowley (one-sided, newt is like oh my god who is that snacc but then crowley speaks and newt is immediately like, never mind), gabriel/aziraphale and/or gabriel/crowley (Look. i literally do not have an excuse for myself. i’m trash. powerful angel bullying scrappy little human-lovers and either getting his ass kicked or ruining their lives is appealing to the part of me that enjoys the catharsis of suffering.)

Character I find most attractive: crowley. disaster demon (ft. extreme sub energy) is extremely My Type.

Character I would marry: anethema. i can’t get in the way of the ineffable husbands, and have you SEEN our girl? 

Character I would be best friends with: aziraphale. we can be absolute bitches together

a random thought: love how hellfire + holy water are recurring themes for the angel who wields a flaming sword and the demon with the spray bottle.

An unpopular opinion: apparently unpopular in some circles to say that crowley/aziraphale as a queerplatonic or ace couple are valid readings, so i’m here to scream that people can enjoy them however they want, see below answer:

My Canon OTP: crowley/aziraphale babey!!! idc if they’re platonic, romantic, sexual, but they are vital to one another, and they belong together.

My Non-canon OTP: crowley/aziraphale/michael (the good place). i have no excuses. michael’s starstruck by crowley because of all the stuff crowley’s allegedly done for hell before realizing that NO THIS IS BAD and he tries to protect His Family only to be talked down by a literal angel who wouldn’t condemn… any of team cockroach to hell. he likes them and michael preens bc those are HIS HUMANS.

Most Badass Character: aziraphale! i mean, angels falling might not be common in modern day, but it still took a backbone of steel to see the angels waiting for him to join the army and just go ‘lol nah’ and leave.

Most Epic Villain: in the book, i’m really fond of the four horsemen. the introduction of gabriel in the tv show just knocked me off my feet tho.

Pairing I am not a fan of: shadwell/madam tracy. it’s not her job to mother him or be kind to him while he’s the Worst to her. also like. any pairing among the Them. they’re kids. they saved the world. that’s gonna be a stronger bond than ‘oh in the future pepper is dating adam’ or something like hard pass.

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): hm i feel like there wasn’t a hellish counterpart to gabriel that made it really feel like ‘oh hell is personally bad’ beyond it being… hell. i appreciate the demons we did get to see! but i feel like having one stand out as a counterpart to gabriel would have been really nice and another point about how there’s really no great difference between sides.

Favourite Friendship: i feel like saying crowley and aziraphale would be annoying at this point, so newton and anethema. yeah i know they get romo and shit, but i love a friendship where one person has no clue what the fuck is going on while the other is leading them around by the hand bc they Care.

Character I most identify with: crowley,, i’m also a disaster queer who is doing their Best which is just not very good.

Character I wish I could be: aziraphale. i want WINGS and the unshakable confidence that someone somewhere knows what the fuck is going on and everything is going according to plan.

[fieldbears]

oh my lord your good omens fic is amazing. holy shit

just wait

[official-mermaid]

#9 for Queliot?

9. things you said when i was cryingSure, got it!

Words of Comfort (on AO3)

Quentin didn’t usually cry during his depressive episodes.

His depression wasn’t so much a tidal wave or a hurricane asit was a drought. It was like everything he felt got dried up. He’d get numb, careless,empty. Food didn’t taste good anymore. Movies didn’t make him laugh or hurt orsmile or cry. Music didn’t calm him. The sun didn’t warm him.

Whatever, it was manageable enough. Quentin was used to it,more or less. As much as you could ever get used to having chronicclinical depression.

It was like getting used to anything miserable. You compartmentalize,you deal, you dismiss. You minimize.

So that’s what Quentin did; he pushed it aside. As much ashe could, anyway.

But this wasn’t one of Quentin’s typical depressiveepisodes.

He wasn’t sure exactly what it was—fuck, maybe it was themedication change. Maybe it was the stress. Maybe it was his dad getting sick, orhis mom’s passive aggressive messages, or the change in scenery. Maybe it wasall of it. There was a lot going on, and it had been overwhelming, and the damjust kind of broke.

In any case, Quentin had been having, well, a time.

He had to keep avoiding people. It wasn’t like they didn’t knowhe was depressed—Quentin didn’t exactly hide it. They were grad students,anyway, weren’t they all kind of depressed? Well, like, maybe not in quitethe same way as Quentin, but still.

That didn’t mean he was super into the idea of people seeinghim cry. Not because he was embarrassed. Whatever, who cared, they’d watched TheNeverending Story all together in the Cottage one night, everyoneknew he had functioning tear ducts.

No, the thing he hated was that look people got ontheir faces sometimes. That mix of panic, pity, and impatience. He didn’t needanyone feeling sorry for him. He didn’t need anyone telling him to lighten upor get over it. And he really didn’t need to have people look at himdifferent, like he was fucking fragile or something.

He’d been dealing with this bullshit his whole life. He knewhow to manage it, mostly, but yeah, sometimes he was more of a disaster thanother times. What else was new.

So Quentin was keeping his head down as he was trying to getthrough the Cottage to hide in his room for a while.

This would pass, it always passed, but he just neededsome time alone, and—

“Q?”

Fuck.

Quentin panicked, mumbled something incoherent that he hopedsounded like an excuse, and half-fled into his room.

He held his breath, leaning against the door. Hoping he gotaway with it.

He stifled a groan when there was a light knock on the door.

“Hey, Q?” Eliot said, tentatively. “You alright?”

“Um,” Quentin replied. Brilliant, Q, you’ve definitelyconvinced him you’re fine.

“May I come in?”

Defeated, Quentin sighed, pushing himself off of the doorand opening it. He stepped to the side, hiding his face behind his hair as helet Eliot into the room.

Eliot closed the door, moving in front of Quentin. Hereached out slowly, tucking Quentin’s hair behind his ear and brushing tearsfrom his cheeks gently with his thumb.

Quentin leaned away a little, curling in on himself. “Look,I’m fine,” he mumbled. “It’s nothing. I’m, um, I’m fine.”

“Sure.”

“It’s really nothing.”

“Right, of course.”

“I’m fine.”

“I’m agreeing with you.”

Quentin rolled his eyes, heading to sit on his bed. Hetucked his legs into his chest, resting his chin on his knees. Eliot followedhim, sitting close to him. He rested a hand on Quentin’s leg, rubbing his thumbagainst it.

“It’s just—” Quentin started. There was this thing about Eliot—hejust made Quentin blurt out his feelings, whatever he was thinking. It wasweird, because there was something so intimidating about Eliot, too, butQuentin couldn’t help it. He just wanted to tell Eliot everything. “It’s notalways like this, y’know? I don’t know, I mean, I—like, having this thing, itusually just feels like everything is pointless and empty or whatever.”

Eliot shifted closer, moving his arm over Quentin’sshoulders. Quentin found himself leaning in.

“It doesn’t usually feel so… I don’t know. Fucking—like, sad,or something,” Quentin went on, sniffling a little. He tried to cover it,but he doubted it worked, especially considering the way Eliot gently squeezedhis shoulder and pulled him in tighter. “I mean, like—usually, I can just, Idon’t know. Distance myself? Feel numb to the whole pointlessness of life? But,uh. It’s different. Right now. I just… Fuck, Eliot. I don’t… I don’t want tofeel like this.”

His voice broke completely on the last sentence, the tearsbasically streaming down his face. God, it was so fucking hard, why dideverything seem so easy for everyone else? How was everyone else just living,and Quentin’s stupid broken brain couldn’t just pull itself together?

He didn’t want to go back, things were supposed to bebetter now. He had magic—he had this place, these people. He wasn’tsupposed to feel like this anymore.

“I don’t know if it’ll help,” Eliot started slowly. “But,well. It’s okay, Quentin.”

Quentin couldn’t help it—he scoffed.

Eliot let out a short chuckle. “I know how it sounds. Andtrust me, I know how it sounds coming from me. But you’re going to bealright, Q. You’ve had good days—they’ll come back. And in the meantime, well,it’s okay that everything sucks right now. It happens.”

“Doesn’t feel okay,” Quentin muttered into Eliot’s shoulder.He felt so childish, but like—it didn’t feel okay. It felt like it wasnever going to be okay again.

“Hm, I know,” Eliot said, kissing his forehead lightly. “It’scertainly no fun.”

“I just—I wanna be okay.”

“Oh, Q.” Eliot rubbed Quentin’s arm. “At the risk of soundinglike an after-school special, you will be okay. I promise.”

“I’m holding you to that,” Quentin replied, his mouthtwitching up in a slight smile.

“Of course, I expect you to.” Eliot leaned away a little tolook Quentin in the eyes. “I do hate to see you sad, but it’s alright to not beokay for a while. I’ll be here with you while we wait it out.”

The sincerity in his tone and gaze was a little staggering.Quentin so rarely saw Eliot get that serious. He felt his throat tighten, avery different kind of tear welling in his eyes.

“Thanks,” Quentin said, his voice soft.

“Don’t mention it,” Eliot said kindly. He paused, his expressionreverting back to the cool aloof cat-like look Quentin knew so well. “No,really, don’t mention it. I’d hate for word to get out that I can be niceand comforting. It would completely ruin my reputation, and I simply can’thave that.”

Quentin snorted. “I think people already know, El.”

Eliot shook his head, scoffing dramatically. “How dare you,honestly.”

[discoedpanic]

that queliot kiss drawing healed me

yeee that makes me so happy! cuz like,,, the only reason i drew it was to heal myself after the finale lol

[emberfaye]

#2 for fractional?

Oh my gosh thank you for asking me one!

2: What scene did you first put down?

I’m a pretty linear writer, so unless there’s a struggle or reason not to, I’ll write start to finish. So the first scene was definitely timeline 4. =) 

Ask me about my fanfiction!

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P - Play with Fire - Sam Tinnesz

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I - Irresistible- FOB

E - Everybody Talks - Neon Trees

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Honey and lemon or milk and sugar - musicals or plays - lemonade or iced tea - strawberries or raspberries - winter or summer (both 😂) - beaches or forests - diners or cafés - unicorns or dragons - gemstones or crystals - hummingbirds or owls - fireworks or sparklers - brunch or happy hour - sweet or sour - Rome or Amsterdam - classic or modern art - sushi or ramen - sun or moon - polka dots or stripes - macaroons or croissants -glitter or matte - Degas or Seurat - aquariums or planetariums - road trip or camping trip - colouring books or watercolour - fairy lights or candles.

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