#happy kissaversary

[nym-wibbly]

Good Omens | Ode To Joy - fanvid by Bexism

Pimping this one again on this special anniversary, because DAMN it’s good! (Use headphones if you can.)

[fearnesbells]

how do i go about my day and not tell everyone i see that it’s the anniversary of the time two imaginary characters kissed for the first time on my favorite d&d show

[katiemcgrathisdaddyaf]

in honor of the Seyloy kissaversary, have one of my silly animations I made for my moth friends!

happy seyloy week!!

[weedle-testaburger]

happy connverse kissaversary to those who celebrate

[crowley-anthony]

Happy Kissaversary (March 2nd) 💋

[days-of-storm]

HAPPY ONE YEAR OF RAMKING

For context: We get this the next morning, so we know the date of the kiss :)

[souloben]

#three years ago today (november 17th, 2015)

[bunnykaye]

Happy FIFTH Kissaversary to FitzSimmons’ first kiss (aired November 17, 2015)

[agl03]

Happy Kissaversary Fandom!

This was the first event that I really started to get asks about. I feel it was the theorizing leading up to the kiss that set off the dominos that took me from a handful of asks in a week to hundreds.

I remember when this picture hit and the excitement in the fandom. We’ve came so far since then and it was a wonderful ride.

[lovelyfanatical]

Happy Fitzsimmons Kissaversary!! I don't think I've ever screamed or cried over any ship more than this one. They are truly my otp of otps ❤❤

[claire-de-lune]

4 months since these two babies kissed 🥺 happy kissaversary. 3 monthaversary of their special hotel night.

[nym-wibbly]

My Bonds in Thee by Nym on AO3 Fandom: Good Omens (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley Additional Tags: Second Kiss, First Time, Character Study, Flashbacks, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Post-Series 2, Hell is Terrible, Heaven is Terrible, Ineffable Idiots, Ducks, Lack of Communication, different exactlys Chapters: 19/? Summary: Aziraphale comes back. Their love was never in doubt but they still have different exactlys.

1839. London. The Hesperus Club. A demon, broken and bleeding, hunches naked on the tiled floor. His knees beneath his chin, arms wrapped around his legs, he'd succeed at making himself appear small if not for his wings. They're magnificent, as wings go—black, broad—but they're not currently obeying the demon's will and they've seen better days. They droop weakly behind him, spreading across the wet floor like spilt ink, pulling against his visceral need to curl into a ball and vanish into stillness. An angel kneels behind him, slowly scooping water from the bathing pool with the cup of his hand; patiently pouring it over the demon's wounds. Blood and water mingle, pooling over the moss-green tiles and trickling towards the brass-lattice drains. Towards the pool, where the water slowly darkens to rusty brown. "Crowley," the angel prompts when the demon begins to crumple, ready to join his useless wings in a boneless sprawl across the floor—something fit for a gothic painter or the pen of a tortured poet. At the angel's voice, Crowley stops himself falling (but he's always falling; a raging star plunging in cold fire across the heavens towards bottomless destruction). With such effort, he holds himself still. Allows the angel to wash the neglect from his wounds and then, when the wounds are raw enough to begin healing, to gather up one raven wing at a time in careful, angelic hands, folding Crowley like the limp bellows of a broken accordion. Hissing with pain—and it is a hiss, fork-tongued, instinctive, and warning—Crowley tugs his right wing from the angel's grasp and sits up a little straighter. With more of an effort, he folds both wings against his back. Brittle feathers break quietly against the ground. "Oh, but they're filthy, my dear. Let me—" "Someone'll come in here. They'll see." Crowley glances towards the doors. He's suddenly alert enough, present enough, to know that time has passed since he came to this place, and that it's a human place. His wings shrug themselves unthinkingly into some other sliver of reality, safely out of sight, exposing more bloody sores on his flanks for the angel's fussing hands to tend. Water and prayers, wasted on him. "No one will come," soothes the angel (but his voice shakes, too angry and hurt to soothe anyone). "No one will see. You're safe now. I promise." Crowley nods automatically. Safe. Yes. Safe from the humans, anyway. The angel's made sure of that. "Thank you." He grits his teeth when the angel tips water over a crusted gash beneath his ribs, refusing to make another sound. "Don't mention it, my dear." The saddest part is, the angel really, really means that.

[vollidiota]

Happy first kissaversary to these blurry boys

[patiencesinners]

terenmabry:  Happy New Year! And Happy Kissaversary (is that a thing?) @mikenaran 💋I can’t believe it’s been a whole year since our first makeout. Time flies when you’re making fun of each other and binge watching Netflix nightly I guess! Also swipe for my (second)  favorite photo of the night. 🦄

[mamadols]

“if i want someone to notice me, they’ll notice me” - charity dingle

♡ happy 2 year anniversary (kissaversary?) to the scene that started it all  ♡

[crowley-anthony]

Happy Kissaversary (Nov 17th)  💋