#closed door

[positivelypresent]

A closed door can be so many things! 🚪💫

[nobeerreviews]

Life sometimes separates people so that they can realize how much they mean to each other.

-- Paulo Coelho

(Colmar, France)

[heavensdoorways]

Jannis Kounellis, Untitled, 1972, 

Stones, doorway.

Installation view, Fondazione Prada, Venice, 2019.

Photo: Agostino Osio-Alto Piano.

© Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York; SIAE, Rome.

© Estate of Jannis Kounellis.

[ae-cha08]

Not every closed door is a bad thing. If God had not shut that door, we would have been satisfied to stay where we were.

Not every time a person walks away from us is a tragedy. God knows we won’t move forward without a push.

You have too much potential, too much talent, too much in you to get stuck where you are. He’ll put you in situations that make you stretch, make you grow, make you spread your wings. 🌸

[whocaresaboutdecent]

Written for the Ineffable Prompt-A-Thon by @ineffablyruined Week 4: Closed Door

Locked Out

Rated: General Audiences | Angst | Read on Ao3

After Armageddon't, Crowley feels they’re lingering on the threshold of something. Something complicated, something impossible to name, but something that has a pull too strong to ignore. Yet, there’s still this door standing between them, this door Crowley has been hovering near for … someone knows how many years. It’s a weathered, wooden door, once secured with locks that have slowly, one by one, given way over the past millennia.

The keys to unlocking them had been found in shared moments—the playful bickering over coin tosses, crêpes in Paris, a satchel of books passing between their hands, late lunches turning into wine-heavy conversations that stretched deep into the night.

And if Crowley, in his longing to bask in Aziraphale’s company, occasionally forgot to secure those locks again after their meetings—well, that wasn’t entirely his responsibility, was it?

Now, the pull from behind the door is stronger than ever. When Crowley presses his hands flat against the worn wood, an intense feeling of warmth and belonging tingles his palms. He’s no stranger to crossing lines, but even now, with all that promise just beyond, he can’t bring himself to step over the threshold, too aware of the devastating consequences a careless step beyond a boundary can have.

Instead, all Crowley dares to do is inch the door open, just a crack, offering a silent invitation, hoping for Aziraphale to accept it. Crowley is too afraid to swing the door wide open, limiting himself to reassure Aziraphale that it isn’t locked from his side – it never has been, and it never will be. He lingers there, hand resting on the doorframe, waiting for any sign that Aziraphale might be ready to step through. 

But the angel doesn’t even dare to look at what might lie beyond.

“I'll give you a lift, anywhere you want to go.”

“You go too fast for me, Crowley.”

Bang. 

Crowley yanks his hand back just in time before his fingers are jammed between the door and the frame as Aziraphale shuts the door in his face, clearly overwhelmed by what he had glimpsed behind it.

“We can go off together.”

“I don’t even like you.”

Bang.

Each time Aziraphale dares to peek through after the failed apocalypse, however, the door seems to close a little softer and more reluctantly on Crowley.

“You can stay at my place, if you like.”

“I don't think my side would like that.”

Thunk.

“I could hunker down in your place, slither over and watch you eat cake.”

“I'm afraid that would be breaking all the rules.”

A very, very reluctant click.

Yet, there are moments when Crowley feels like he's the only one standing there, staring at that door, desperate to know what's behind it, while Aziraphale remains safe on his own side.

Until, one day, the door stays ajar, until it is Aziraphale who even opens it a little wider – our car, we both get plenty of use out of it, maybe you can tell me while we dance. Crowley can almost see the Welcome-doormat rolled out just for him.

They are on the verge of stepping through, so close to finally, finally taking that leap, when Aziraphale turns away again and nothing Crowley says can lure him through.

“I would like to spend …”

“Then there’s nothing more to say.”

The door swings shut with finality, keys turning in locks that haven’t been touched in years. Crowley stands there, disbelieving, unable to take it once again.

Crash.

He is through the door before he even realises it, wood splinters as he bursts through. There are no words this time, only desperate lips and trembling fingers gripping Aziraphale by the lapels. Crowley holds on tight, trying to pull Aziraphale through, pleading without speaking. Don’t let me rush through this door alone, not after everything, please angel, don’t …

But Aziraphale holds his ground, pushing Crowley back over the threshold, resolutely staying on his own side.

“I forgive you.”

The shattered door disappears, replaced by cold, unyielding elevator doors. The hydraulic hiss as they slide shut between them echoes in Crowley’s ears, and he stares at his own distorted reflection in the metal surface, helpless. This is a door he cannot force open, no matter how hard he tries. This something he has hoped for slips away, leaving him on the wrong side of the door. 

Alone.

[howifeltabouthim]

. . . now it was over . . . It had been his life and now it wasn't.

Kate Atkinson, from Death at the Sign of the Rook

[spacefruitpress]

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[tenth-sentence]

He closed the closet door firmly and then put the chair against the door.

"Cujo" - Stephen King

[nomoremaybe]

[allthedesiredusernamesaretaken]

.. green ...

[estellemilano]

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When a princess and her bodyguard hate eachother but still have to live together, what will happen? Madeline Middleton is a young adult straight out of college, graduating from harvard was easy, but will she survive working and living with her bodyguard that hates her while navigating princess life?

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~Check it out and tell me what you think..new chapter dropping this weekend♡

XOXO,

estelle

[nobeerreviews]

I've never written, though I thought I wrote, never loved, though I thought I loved, never done anything but wait outside the closed door.

-- Marguerite Duras

(London)

[wolfythoughts]

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[3rdview-urbanstills]

Closing time | Świnoujście - Polen | 2023 photos @3rdviewphotography

[xlovelessdiaryx]

O beloved deer,

Sometimes I still miss you. I saw something, got an idea or just wanna talk about sh*t and think: "He would have loved to hear that."

But you're not here anymore. And the thoughts of you don't hurt anymore. When you left, you left a door open and I finally closed it.

Thank you, lovely deer.

[giffypudding]

I wonder what's in there