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theowlhousefanboy · 3 years ago

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Good/Great horror movies (If not, movies with a hint of horror) for the month and upcoming Halloween: my recommendations...

The Scream duology (also Scream 4, if you’re into it).

The Alien duology (or trilogy, if you want to watch Alien 3 in its original form or the Assemby Cut... and then there’s the video game Alien: Isolation).

The Terminator duology i.e. the first two Terminator films (you might argue that the second film is less scary, but in the end, it still has some good scares).

The Nightmare Before Elm Street films, from the very first film, 3: Dream Warriors, and Wes Craven’s New Nightmare... maybe even Jason vs. Freddy, for some crossover action.

Speaking of Jason Voorhees, there’s the first four films of the Friday the 13th series (Friday the 13th, Part 2, Part 3, and The Final Chapter) and VI: Jason Lives.

The very first Halloween (also Halloween II and/or also the recent one, just in time for Halloween Kills).

John Carpenter’s The Thing (also Roger Corman’s The Thing, for a classic take).

They Live.

The first, second, and fifth Final Destination films.

The Evil Dead trilogy (yes, including Army of Darkness).

George A. Romero’s Night of the Living Dead, Dawn of the Dead, and Day of the Dead (also Zack Snyder’s Dawn of the Dead).

28 Days Later.

Ringu and its American remake The Ring.

The Japanese Ju-On: The Grudge duology (also The Curse).

The Babadook.

Jordan Peele’s Get Out and Us.

Audition.

The Exorcist.

The Omen.

Creepshow.

Brian de Palma’s Carrie.

Christine.

The Shining (unfaithful to the novel, but if deemed as a standalone set in an alternate universe retelling of the tale, well...)

Misery.

Frank Darabont’s The Mist (I know it’s a cruel film, but that’s the beauty of it).

1408: Director’s Cut.

Neil Marshall’s Dog Soldiers and The Descent.

[REC]

The very first Paranormal Activity (and believe me, you better watch this on DVD for many alternate endings, none of them pretty).

Cloverfield.

10 Cloverfield Lane.

Edit: The Hellraiser duology.

Edit: Rosemary’s Baby.

Edit: Tim Burton’s Sleepy Hollow.

Edit: The Cabin in the Woods.

Edit: The Sixth Sense.

Edit: Train to Busan.

Edit: Kwaidan.

Edit: The Host by Bong Joon-ho (yes, the same director for Snowpiercer and Parasite).

Edit: It Follows.

Edit: The IT duology, based on Stephen King’s novel.

Edit: The Others.

Edit: The Innocents (1961).

Edit: Videodrome.

Edit: Event Horizon really sorry that I didn’t include this film early on).

Edit: David Cronenberg’s The Fly (again, sorry for initially not including this).

Edit: Pitch Black, (the first and better The Chronicles of Riddick film, if you’re asking; also, in video game terms, you might want to play the TCoR games Escape from Butcher Bay and Assault on Dark Athena).

Edit: The very first Predator (also Predator 2 if you want to continue; Predators even).

Edit: An American Werewolf in London.

Edit: A Tale of Two Sisters.

For some lighthearted scares and/or some fun (in case you can’t handle the fear factors), there are also:

Frank Oz’s Little Shop of Horrors (OG cut AND Director’s Cut will do).

Shaun of the Dead (here’s hoping Last Night in Soho becomes a part of this list in the future).

Abbott and Costello Meet Frankenstein.

The very first Scary Movie; your sequel mileage might vary.

Tim Burton’s Beetlejuice, Edward Scissorhands, The Nightmare Before Christmas and Corpse Bride (also Frankenweenie, although it’s up to you on whether or not you’re going to watch the short film version or the longer film.

Gremlins.

The Addams Family and The Addams Family Values

Edit: Zombieland.

Edit: Hocus Pocus (1993)

Edit: Disney Pixar’s Monsters Inc. and Monsters University; also, Coco.

Edit: The Book of Life.

Edit: Ghostbusters (1984; also Ghostbusters II, if you’re into it; oh, and then there’s the 2009 game, if you’re a gamer yourself).

Edit: The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975).

Edit: The Mummy (1999; also The Mummy Returns, if you enjoy that, and then there’s the classic one from 1932).

Edit: The very first Tremors.

Edit: Young Frankenstein.

Edit: What We Do in the Shadows (also, the TV series).

Edit: Tucker & Dale vs. Evil.

And remember, the scariest thing about horror movies, apart from really good scary movies, is terrible horror movie sequels, especially ones which are really unnecessary. However, do take notes that these are just my personal recommendations, so they may not be up to your taste, all while I might have missed some gems (and also directors). Also, forgive me if this was a very long list of recommendations.

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morganarchived · 3 years ago

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a rough list of favourite films i’ve watched (so far)

with thanks to strangers from the internet and my dad’s wicked collection

more detailed posts to come (when i get around to it)

generally rated from favourites onwards

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Michel Gondry (2004)

You Were Never Really Here, Lynne Ramsay (2017)

Metropolis, Rintaro (2001)

Over the Garden Wall, Nate Cash (2014)

Sound of Metal, Darius Marder (2019)

Paris Is Burning, Jennie Livingston (1990)

Jackass Forever, Jeff Tremaine (2022)

House of Gucci, Ridley Scott (2021)

10 Things I Hate About You, Gil Junger (1999)

Fantastic Mr. Fox, Wes Anderson (2009)

Homecoming: A Film by Beyoncé, Beyoncé & Ed Burke (2019)

West Side Story, Robert Wise & Jerome Robbins (1961)

The Devil and Daniel Johnston, Jeff Feuerzeig (2005)

Romeo + Juliet, Baz Luhrmann (1996)

Once, John Carney (2007)

Grave of the Fireflies, Isao Takahata (1988)

Laputa: Castle in the Sky, Hayao Miyazaki (1986)

Kiki’s Delivery Service, Hayao Miyazaki (1989)

Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind, Hayao Miyazaki (1984)

Howl’s Moving Castle, Hayao Miyazaki (2004)

Princess Mononoke, Hayao Miyazaki (1997)

Spirited Away, Hayao Miyazaki (2001)

Little Shop of Horrors, Frank Oz (1986)

The Last Unicorn, Jules Bass & Arthur Rankin Jr. (1982)

Neon Genesis Evangelion: The End of Evangelion, Hideaki Anno & Kazuya Tsurumaki (1997)

The Blair Witch Project, Daniel Myrick & Eduardo Sánchez (1999)

Akira, Katsuhiro Otomo (1988)

Scott Pilgrim vs. the World, Edgar Wright (2010)

Licorice Pizza, Paul Thomas Anderson (2021)

The Batman, Matt Reeves (2022)

Ikiru, Akira Kurosawa (1952)

I’m Thinking of Ending Things, Charlie Kaufman (2020)

Belladonna of Sadness, Eiichi Yamamoto (1973)

I, Tonya, Craig Gillespie (2017)

It’s Such a Beautiful Day, Don Hertzfeldt (2012)

Kill Bill: Vol 1, Quentin Tarantino (2003)

Kill Bill: Vol 2, Quentin Tarantino (2004)

Inglourious Basterds, Quentin Tarantino (2009)

What Happened, Miss Simone?, Liz Garbus (2015)

The Diary of a Teenage Girl, Marielle Heller (2015)

Monster, Patty Jenkins (2003)

Charlie Countryman, Fredrik Bond (2013)

Whiplash, Damien Chazelle (2014)

The Triplets of Belleville, Sylvain Chomet (2003)

Requiem for a Dream, Darren Aronofsky (2000)

Pulp Fiction, Quentin Tarantino (1994)

Pink Floyd: The Wall, Alan Parker (1982)

The Nightmare Before Christmas, Henry Selick (1993)

The Dark Crystal, Frank Oz & Jim Henson (1982)

Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse, Rodney Rothman & Peter Ramsey & Bob Persichetti (2018)

Parasite, Bong Joon-ho (2019)

Jackass 4.5, Jeff Tremaine (2022)

The Prestige, Christopher Nolan (2006)

There Will Be Blood, Paul Thomas Anderson (2007)

Nightmare Alley, Guillermo del Toro (2021)

Knives Out, Rian Johnson (2019)

It Follows, David Robert Mitchell (2014)

The Great Gatsby, Baz Luhrmann (2013)

Ghost Stories, Andy Nyman & Jeremy Dyson (2017)

Sucker Punch, Zack Snyder (2011)

The Devil All the Time, Antonio Campos (2020)

Prisoners, Denis Villeneuve (2013)

Goodnight Mommy, Severin Fiala & Veronika Franz (2014)

The Poughkeepsie Tapes, John Erick Dowdle (2007)

Shoah, Claude Lanzmann (1985)

Ravenous, Robin Aubert (2017)

The Last Duel, Ridley Scott (2021)

Dave Made a Maze, Bill Watterson (2017)

If Anything Happens I Love You, Will McCormack & Michael Govier (2020)

Jojo Rabbit, Taiki Waititi (2019)

Memories of Murder, Bong Joon-ho (2003)

Midsommar, Ari Aster (2019)

Marriage Story, Noah Baumbach (2019)

The Fly, David Cronenberg (1986)

Anomalisa, Charlie Kaufman & Duke Johnson (2015)

Hereditary, Ari Aster (2018)

Creep, Patrick Brice (2014)

Se7en, David Fincher (1995)

Pan’s Labyrinth, Guillermo del Toro (2006)

Isle of Dogs, Wes Anderson (2018)

A Close Shave, Nick Park (1995)

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ed-die · 3 years ago

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Introduction (please read)

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heyy! here's some basic information abt me first:

- my name on here is eddie :)

- im a scorpio lol, if you want the moon and other planets just message me

--------------------------------- before you follow:

- i swear sometimes for funises, i try not to in posts tho unless it's to add *flavor*

- i do vent sometimes but i'll prolly tag it w #vent :)

- my interests jump around a lot so one day i'll be posting about torchwood and then next it'll be stardew valley or something so if you're following for specific content i apologize if i disappoint

- i post the most random thoughts i am sorry DNI:

- basic ones, homophobia, transphobia, racism, sexism etc will not be tolerated.

- anyone hateful to anyone for stupid reasons.

- dsmp fans are fine as long as y'all aren't shipping real people (especially DNF. stop.) or just doing weird stuff in general.

- if y'all think pedophiles or zoophiles are apart of the LGBTQ+ community

- if you sexualize any part of the LGBTQ+ community.

- if you harass real people about dating eachother. shipping is also weird, celebrities and content creators are not your dolls you get to control.

- if you use any kind of mental illness or disorder as a personality trait. especially if you don't have them and are just using them to be "trendy"

- excuse s/a or victim blame

- ed sheeran fans (mutuals are okay,,,i guess /hj)

- people who sexualize kpop or just other cultures in general.

- my hero academia fans are on real thin ice

- obey me fans (you know who you are)

- people who romanticise yoonbum and sangwoo's relationship. y'all are just horny and don't care about the story and again are just sexualizing them.

- etc etc you prolly get the point. ----------------------------------

things i like include (but are not limited to):

VIDEO GAMES:

- The Outer Worlds

- The Sims (mostly 3 and 4 but i've played 2)

- COD: Infinite Warfare (mostly zombies lol)

- Stardew Valley

- House Flipper

- GTA 5

- Fallout 3 and 4

- Skyrim my beloved

- L.A. Noire

- Minecraft :)

- FNAF AHAHAH (the first one is my favorite :D)

- Watch Dogs

TV SHOWS:

- Doctor Who <3

- Torchwood

- Arcane

- Community

- Tokyo Ghoul

- Demon Slayer

- Ouran Highschool Host Club

- Seinfeld eheheh

- The Umbrella Academy

- Violet Evergarden

- The Walking Dead

- Criminal Minds

- Stranger Things

- Sex Education

- Heaven Officials Blessing

- Zach Stone is gonna be Famous

- Strong Girl Do Bong Soon

- It's Okay to Not be Okay

- Peacemaker <3

- Deadly Class

-The Boys

MOVIES:

- Corpse Bride

- Nightmare Before Christmas

- Edward Scissorhands

- Spaceballs

- Rise of The Guardians

- Literally anything to do with spider man

- Scream movies

- Train to Busan

- #Alive

- ZOMBIELAND MY BELOVED

- anything to do with zombies please recommend zombie movies

- Cooties

- A Silent Voice

- Last Night in Soho

(etcetc)

- The Suicide Squad

- Scream YOUTUBERS:

- Markiplier <3 (always will be a fave)

- Danny Gonzalez

- Kurtis Conner

- Drew Gooden

- Sam Collins

- Schlatt (istg if you say a n y t h i n g)

-Nickisnotgreen

(only a few because these are just the channels where i watch almost everything they post <3)

MUSIC:

- Glass Animals

- Melanie Martinez

- Mother Mother

- BTS

- Gorillaz

- TXT

- Mitski

- ICP

- Alec Benjamin

- Set it Off

- 100 gecs

- Conan Gray

(many many more)

RANDOM THINGS I OBESSES OVER FOR NO REASON:

- teacups

- squishmallows <3

- PURPLE <333

- makeup

- pinterest

- dark academia but also like grungy stuff like that futuristic dystopian aesthetic thingy idk man

- listening to music at any given moment i spend too much time on spotify and youtube <33

- collecting random things

- blankets ehehe

- SOCKS I LIKE FUN SOCKS <333

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conclusion:

beware. this post is too long and took me forever uhhh sorry for any spelling mistakes.

mutuals: i am scared of you. i only have 2 or 3 on here however you still scare me, @painandalsosuffering is terrifying and i know them irl /hj

i'll prolly add to this sometime if i remember i dont post super often its usually reposts sorry lol

asks are always open if you want to ask a question, go for it

uh yeah thanks for reading bye <3

#introduction

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justkeeptrekkin · 5 years ago

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A gift to all my followers!

This is something I whacked out a couple of weeks ago- just a thank you to all my followers who’ve stuck around, or who have just found me within the Good Omens fandom! It means the world to see you guys enjoy my fics. This is my gift to you guys, now that 2019 is coming to a close!

Enjoy! x

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It’s hard to keep track of time when they're together on a good day. It’s even harder on the best of days.

The Ritz is busy. The lunch table is inappropriately large for just the two of them. They’re sat right next to each other. Champagne is bitter-sweet on Crowley’s tongue and he could watch Aziraphale for hours, listen to him talking for hours. He measures the way Aziraphale leans towards him with a hand stretched across the table, sharing a story. Eyes bright, typically taut posture unusually relaxed. Entire aura relaxed. The feeling in his own chest, relaxed.

And so it’s harder than usual to keep track of the time. People leave after tea; people arrive for dinner; people leave after dinner. The waiters stare at them from the kitchen doors, waiting for them to ask for the bill, which they don’t. Crowley barely has it in him to glare at them.

Their knees touch for almost the entire time.

For Crowley and Aziraphale, time has only ever been a construct. However, it has also, always, been bound by celestial responsibilities. Now, they have no such responsibilities. And they are no longer being watched.

The sky is darkening just a little when they finally leave. Green Park remains busy at-

Crowley checks the time on his phone.

-Greek Park remains busy at five thirty on a Tuesday night. People line up at the bus stop, heading home from work. Tourist stands filled with union jacks litter the streets outside the park. The colonnade of The Ritz shelters them from a light bit of drizzle.

Crowley slides his hands into his negligible pockets and considers what comes next. Dining at The Ritz has always comes with a time limit, and somewhere to go immediately afterwards. Some sort of agenda. He doesn’t know what that is now.

He looks over at Aziraphale, who hovers. Hovers and fiddles with his hands. Gaze flitting about as if he’s nervous, smile flickering on and off as if he doesn’t want Crowley to notice. He makes a feeble attempt at smiling again and gestures to the rain with a small nod. “Lovely weather we’re having, eh?” he says. It’s followed by a shaky half-laugh.

Crowley frowns at him, the bottom half of his face forming a smile. He feels as if he’s watching the Angel of the Eastern gate, introducing himself at Eden. And something about the sudden awkwardness fills him with intrigue- more than that, anticipation.

He leans back against a column, hands in pockets, and surveys Aziraphale’s anxious flapping.

“Well, go on, then,” Crowley prompts. “Something’s on your mind.”

“Not on my mind, per se,” Aziraphale concedes. His eyes darting up to the roof of the colonnade, to Heaven- a habit that may take some time to kick. “An idea of sorts.” “You’ve intrigued me,” Crowley drawls.

“Nothing exciting. Only.”

The look Aziraphale gives him in the brief moment of hesitation is heart-breaking. It’s filled with hope, and a healthy dollop of apprehension, too. As if Crowley would ever deny him anything. Crowley has experienced these moments of heart-shattering, heart-squashing, heart-pummelling love many times before, and he very much hopes that he’s done an alright job of concealing it from his expression.

He raises his eyebrows at Aziraphale and waits.

Aziraphale sighs, looking uncomfortable and apparently having no intention of expanding. He expects Crowley to make the move. Unsurprising.

“I could…” Crowley starts. Aziraphale looks at him in hope again. Christ on a bike I’m a pushover, he thinks. “I could. Invite you round to mine for a drink. If… you were thus inclined.” A great beaming smile. “Oh, you took the words right out of my mouth.” Crowley huffs an almost-laugh. They look at each other. And they both let the weight of that sink in. Slowly, like the rain that’s currently seeping into the stone pavement beyond the Ritz’s colonnade.

“Right,” he announces quickly, before thoughts can escalate any further. “Off we go, then?”

“Yes, just so. Tip top.”

Crowley conjures an umbrella. It’s not as if anyone would have noticed, he tells himself, though he sees the doorman at the Ritz recoil a little in shock. They share its shelter until Aziraphale miraculously hails a cab.

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“Best idea you’ve had all week, angel- and that includes the body swapping nonsense.”

Aziraphale is sat on Crowley’s sofa. He has been handed a glass of wine. He holds it between cupped hands like he plans to take communion. His legs are hidden behind a tartan blanket. (Crowley will never admit that he conjured such a thing long, long ago, just in case something like this might happen. Something like Aziraphale staying for a movie night, or even, staying for the night. It had always seemed so unlikely. In fact, the moment he’d created said blanket, Crowley had been so infuriated by his blind hope of ‘having Aziraphale round’ that he’d burned it.

He’d restored the ashes to its original, tartaned form just a couple of hours later.)

“It seemed like the next logical thing,” Aziraphale explains pensively, brows raised and peering down into his Malbec. “If I had a ‘to do’ list, this is what I would put on it. I haven’t sat down and watched a movie all the way through in such a long time.” This may well be true, Crowley considers, as he rifles through his DVD collection, knees against polished concrete and painted nails tapping the spine of Monty Python and the Holy Grail. Meanwhile, he’s simply marvelling at the fact that they’ve never sat down and watched a movie all the way through together, the two of them, ever. They’d always had more important things to be getting on with, like saving the world or performing miracles or negotiating the terms of their Agreement. And now. Now they can-

Now they can what?

He looks back over his shoulder at Aziraphale. Aziraphale is looking at him. The angel’s gaze flicks away instantly, staring back down into his wine. It hurts something in his chest. A nice kind of hurt, like a dash too much wasabi.

Crowley takes a moment to recover from this. Then- “You. You still haven’t given me any clues. What you in the mood for, angel?”

Aziraphale’s eyes widen for the briefest moment as if he’s alarmed by this question, for whatever reason. Then he frowns to himself, purses his lips in thought. Casts his eyes around the room, for inspiration. “Something…” “If you say nice,” Crowley warns, knees hurting a little on the hard floor.

“I wasn’t going to,” Aziraphale retorts. He pauses. He adds, more quietly, “I was going to say fun.”

Crowley groans. Turns to the DVD cabinet.

“I don’t do fun,” he says slowly, emphatically.

“Alright, well. Something at least a bit light-hearted. I think saving the world rather calls for it, don’t you?” Crowley tilts his head from side to side in consideration. “It’s a fair point,” he concedes to himself more than Aziraphale. Pouts. “Don’t want to bring the mood down. Not sure I’d want to…”

The reason he doesn’t finish his sentence is because he’s just been, unfortunately, reacquainted with the more mushy end of his DVD collection. He’d forgotten that he has several Audrey Heburn films, as well as a couple of Julia Roberts classics. He glares at them. Hidden amongst the arthouse silent movies, they’re betraying just how soft he is. And Aziraphale’s watching.

The DVD boxes quiver under his stare.

“How about we start with discussing what you have,” Aziraphale tries, reasonably. “Since we can’t reach a consensus. We don’t even have to watch a DVD if you don’t want-”

“Netflix,” Crowley remembers, standing up abruptly and immediately closing the cabinet. Then, “Netflix! That’s a thing. That’s a thing that we can do.” “Oh yes- I’ve heard of that,” Aziraphale says chirpily.

“Oh, yes, well done, angel.”

Aziraphale glares.

And so the Netflix loading screen bongs into life, Crowley collapsing onto the sofa beside Aziraphale. The red wine is jostled; Aziraphale tuts. Crowley props his heels on the coffee table.

“Do you mind. I almost spilled Malbec on my shirt.” “Lots more choices now,” Crowley ignores him and begins flicking through. “Look, it’s all organised nicely in rows of genre. Love how tidy this is, look. And the search function is so much easier. Have you tried the search function on Amazon Prime, lately? Nightmare.” “I have no clue what you’re talking about,” Aziraphale replies lightly, spinning the wine in his glass like a whirlpool.

“Look, ‘s’got a whole section called ‘light-hearted movies’.”

“Very helpful.”

They flick through the row. They go through all of them without choosing, and end up at the beginning of the loop again. Crowley growls and hangs his head off the back of the sofa.

“Oh, pass it here,” Aziraphale sighs, putting down his wine with a decisive clink and picking up the remote. He holds it with one hand and presses the directional buttons with his other hand, as if it’s far more complicated and delicate a process than it actually is. Like an octogenarian trying to use an iPhone.

“How about this lovely looking Christmas film.“

"N- no. Anything but that. It’s October. And more importantly, no.”

“It looks ever so sweet, though. How lovely and romantic-”

“We are not watching The Christmas fucking-well Prince.”

He’d had a hand in inspiring that, and he’s too embarrassed to admit it even to himself. His evil deeds really are shit.

“No need to snap,” Aziraphale mutters.

“If you’re determined to watch something romantic and seasonal, I will accept The Holiday. If I must. Jack Black makes it bearable.”

Aziraphale lets the screen rest on the thumbnail of the movie. Then, quite thoughtfully, he says: “I like Kate Winslet. She seems like a nice woman.”

“Mm. Yeah, that’s. OK. I’m sure she is, angel.”

In all honesty, the idea of watching a rom-com with Aziraphale is border-line torture. It’s not quite as bad as waterboarding, but it’s close. More on the same level as those nightmares you get where you have to do a maths exam in your underwear, on stage, and all of your exes and crushes point and laugh at you. Not only are rom-coms pretty hit and miss- some influenced by Heaven, some by Hell, you never know what you’re going to get- they’re also a fantastic way of making Crowley feel incredibly exposed. Incredibly hot in the face from second-hand embarrassment. Incredibly aware that he’s meant to be sneering and heckling, when he’s just trying to concentrate on holding himself together. Stop the feelings from spurting out of his heart like water in a dam: feelings that he thinks are, embarrassingly, rather a lot like longing.

And yet, because it is Crowley, and this is what Crowley does, he lets Aziraphale select the movie and they watch The Holiday. They remark on the general cheesiness, the (at times) witty dialogue. The staggering amount of disbelief that has to be suspended for the plot to work. How nice Jude Law looks in glasses.

Crowley’s only sort of watching. He’s concentrating on Aziraphale. Not outright staring at him (although he does often do that, it’s a wonder he hasn’t noticed and told Crowley to sod off). Rather, letting his brain tick over the knowledge that he is right beside him. Too much of his daft, devil mind is unable to ignore the fact that Aziraphale is there.

Sometimes, it sends unhelpful thoughts his way. Like, you could touch his hand. Or, imagine feeding him popcorn- wouldn’t that be interesting. Or simply, there he is. He’s here. He’s with you. He’s chosen this.

About half-way through the film, Aziraphale starts with those sad sighing sounds, making woebegone eyes at the television- which tells Crowley that he’s getting peckish but doesn’t want to bother Crowley with it. So, Crowley casually announces that he’s heard there’s a good new Chinese restaurant around the corner, and Aziraphale brightens up again immediately. And they have to pause the film to choose what to eat, because Crowley reckons he might actually order something for himself this time, and Aziraphale ums and ahs about these things for hours anyway. And once they’ve ordered- over the app, thank God for avoiding human interaction- the food arrives, quite miraculously, three minutes later.

And once the food is gone, the film is almost finished. And Netflix seems to have decided what they should watch next, because it puts on the first episode of The Crown without asking them. Which they watch, although Crowley’s not really watching. And Aziraphale is complaining about the inaccuracies.

And at some point they end up sitting very close.

No. That makes it sound as if Crowley has no idea how they ended up that close. He knows exactly when this happened, because he hasn’t taken a breath since.

It happened like this.

They’re halfway through the first episode of The Crown, and Aziraphale has returned from the kitchen with a new bottle of red- a Pinot, this time- and he pours for both him and Crowley. Aziraphale has been sat on his own side of the sofa, and Crowley has been on his, draping his arms and legs wherever he sees fit. Now, as Aziraphale resettles on the sofa, he sits right beside him. The way Crowley is angled, his legs dangling off the arm of the sofa, means that he’s leaning in Aziraphale’s direction. Very obviously.

So he’s using all his (very little) core strength to keep himself sitting upright enough not to fall into his lap. Even if it would be very nice to let his head rest on Aziraphale’s lap. And even if he’d really like to relax a little bit and lean his shoulder against Aziraphale’s.

And for Heaven’s sake, it shouldn’t be an issue for a couple of six thousand year old beings to sit side-by-side on a sofa, and yet, here’s Crowley, having a crisis about it. It’s not as if he thought twice about pinning him against a wall.

Although he probably should have. That was a lot.

His eyes follow the way Aziraphale’s legs stretch in front of him, crossed over at the ankles. A little slouched on the sofa, shoes off. It’s about as relaxed as Crowley’s ever seen him.

“Why do you think they decided to make this TV series now, when the Queen is still alive,” Aziraphale remarks. It almost makes Crowley jump a little, so deep in thought that he’d forgotten time hadn’t stopped entirely.

“Whassat?” “Well, why do you think they’ve made the series now? It seems a bit-”

“Right,” Crowley says brain finally processing the question. “No- dunno, angel.” They both go quiet. Crowley’s hand grips the back of the sofa. The fear that he’s going to slip and lean against Aziraphale is too real. As nice as it would be-

Perfect. Miraculous. Wonderfully human.

-It would also be mortifying.

He can hear Aziraphale’s breathing. Slow. Precise and even, like he’s measuring out ingredients for a recipe. It makes Crowley’s mouth go dry with painful self-awareness.

“Do you remember,” Aziraphale starts quietly, “when you and I bumped into each other in Camden Town?” He takes a few seconds to pretend to think about this. “Yeah, ‘f course. Nineteen seventy-seven. What made you think of that?” Aziraphale shifts a little, looking at Crowley. Crowley doesn’t look back, watches the screen. If he turns towards Aziraphale, they’ll be-

“You were wearing that awful t-shirt.” That makes him laugh. A tipping-the-head-back laugh. “Oh yeah- my God Save the Queen t-shirt. Sex Pistols. Yeah, those were the days. Don’t knock ‘em, they were a good band.” “I’m sure they were.” “Don’t use that voice, they were. Anarchic music at its finest.” “I believe you, but bebop is still a little too baffling for me, I’m afraid.”

Crowley doesn’t expect it. He doesn’t know where it comes from- he thought he knew himself quite well at this point, but apparently not well enough. He feels something take over from out of nowhere. Rather, feels something erase everything else- a whiteboard rubber cleaning all the bullshit away.

And now he’s turned to Aziraphale without the babbling voice of anxiety in his head.

“It’s punk music, not bebop. And. I reckon you’d like it.” His voice is a murmur and his eyes are looking at Aziraphale’s lips. Thank Christ for sunglasses.

When he looks back up and meets Aziraphale’s gaze, he’s watching Crowley. Looking for something.

He feels his lips part, hears himself take a breath through his mouth.

“Oh, really?” Aziraphale asks weakly. A small quirk in one eyebrow.

“Y-” Fucking Hell. His throat’s all dry and he’s forgotten what words are. And now Aziraphale is definitely looking at his mouth. Fuck fuck fuck fu- “Yeah. You’re a rebel now, after all. Sort of. Breaking all those rules.”

“Yes,” Aziraphale replies in a whisper. Then, regaining his voice, “I suppose that’s true.”

“S- uh- mm- w- some of the songs, anyway, not all of them. You’d uh- h- some of them are a bit explicit than others and you’d probably not. Not get on with those ones.”

“Crowley…?” That’s all it takes. Thousands of years of keeping his feelings to himself and taking it slow, and all it takes is that little inflection in Aziraphale’s hushed voice. That hesitant request, draped over the sound of his name. Crowley leans in and presses his lips gently against Aziraphale’s.

There’s that horrible moment when it stops, and everything else seems to stop, too. The what next? hangs in the air and Aziraphale stutters a shaky breath against Crowley’s skin.

“Too fast?” is what Crowley ends up asking. Just to break the pause.

And then the most dazzling, drunken smile spreads across Aziraphale’s face. Brows knit together. An expression that looks a lot like “To the world.”

“No,” he half laughs, shaking his head infinitesimally. “For once, no. We… we saved the world, I rather think we deserve this.”

Something in Crowley relaxes, unhinges, collapses. It lets all the feelings free and they flood him till he swears he almost goes blind. And that is how they both end up falling asleep on the sofa, still wearing the days’ clothes and kicking off a tartaned blanket. Wrapped up in each other- starting this new era as they mean to continue.

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Crowley wakes up and finds his head on Aziraphale’s chest. He’s splayed on top of him, arm hanging off the edge of the sofa. He feels Aziraphale’s hand, warm between his shoulder blades.

“What would you like to do today?” Aziraphale asks with a smile in his voice.

That is how it starts. They think of the things they were too scared to do together, the things that they never found the time to do together, the things they always liked to do together.

They go for a walk through Hampstead Heath, just as the weather’s beginning to turn- their breathes steaming in front of their faces as they walk. They haven’t been here since 1815. They both try to avoid the muddy parts and fail spectacularly. They make fun of each other for the mess they’ve made of their shoes. They begin by hooking their fingers together, until they’re brave enough to hold hands completely.

They go home and cook together. It goes disastrously.

“What are we doing today?” Crowley asks the next morning, when they wake up on Crowley’s sofa again.

They go to some hipster bar in East London- Tobacco Docks, it’s called. They find that there’s good food, lots of good booze and an ice rink- which Crowley absolutely point-blank refuses to go on until Aziraphale makes that wide-eyed, pleading face. They have a tipsy and very clumsy skate around the rink before returning to their drinks. Crowley’s better at wine than ice rinks.

“What are we doing today?” Aziraphale asks, when they’ve woken up in Crowley’s bed. His white hair against his white sheets. A new part of the landscape of his room.

They end up doing very little. They read together on the sofa and make tea. Crowley introduces Aziraphale to the best music ever created- disco, of course. They dance in the living room in bare feet and laugh till they can’t see through the tears.

“What are we doing today?” Crowley asks the next morning.

“What are we doing today?” Aziraphale asks the next.

They’ve saved the world, and that still seems surreal. But there’s waking up on Crowley’s sofa after a movie marathon, too. A dinner date, or a night in.

And that feels perfectly real.

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taetaespeaches · 4 years ago

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Interview Tag

I was tagged by @idkijustlovebts forever ago now, hi Amy, I love you!! and @bulletproof-eternally <3 thank you, Annie, ily!

I am tagging @chloefran, @jiminmochis, @honeytae, @arcticguk, @jhopetodream, @oreomonsterhunter, @holdinbacksecrets, @yoongiandthebiaswreckers, @thatredwine, and @stainofpaint, and again, anyone and everyone!!! <3

Name: olivia, liv, livie

Pronouns: she/her

Star sign: taurus

Height: 5′5.5″ lmao let me have my half inch

Time currently: 6:42 pm

When is your birthday: May 4

Favorite band/group: bts, mamamoo, got7, the beatles (they aren’t lame fuck off), paramore, green day, foo fighters, nirvana, 5sos (they are lame but still, fuck off lol)

Favorite solo artists: agust d, rm, jhope, harry styles, ariana grande, hwasa, jeremy zucker, taylor swift, kacey musgraves, rina sawayama, rex orange county, bruno major, yerin baek, iu, banks, khalid, george harrison, hayley williams

Song stuck in your head: easy by troye sivan and kacey musgraves

Last movie you watched: The Host, directed by bong joon ho. My brother told me to watch it ages ago because I loved Parasite, but I just barely watched it last night. It was amazing lol loved it

Last show you binged: Normal People on hulu. It was so good and it ripped my heart out

When you created your (main) blog: 2017 is when I made my main. But this one- 2018

Last thing you googled: google analytics lol- for work

Other blogs: @darlingyouthrillme, @ficrecsbyliv, @give-you-my-wild

Why I chose my URL: I desperately want to be Tae’s peaches :(

How many people are you following: over 800 lol I need to trim it down bc so many of those are now inactive. But I follow very liberally lmao

How many followers do you have: a good amount of lovelies :)

Average hours of sleep: not enough. 5-6 hourse? I’m working on it

Lucky number: 8 is my favorite, does that count?

Instruments: I played the oboe in middle school. I want to learn guitar and piano so badly but I’m such a quitter

Dream job: writer

Dream trip: oh god everywhere. I would love to just like backpack across Europe. Just fucking leave and figure it out as I go

Favorite food: probably grilled cheese lol so simple but so comforting

Nationality: american

Favorite song: I’m way too indecisive for this. Just go check out my spotify lol. However, I do love “what is life?” by george harrison

Top fictional universes you’d like to live in:

—The Land of Oz for nostalgic purposes —Halloweentown from The Nightmare Before Christmas bc just yes —My own made up universe lol my mind is in constant daydream

#these are fun #tagged #tag game #bullshitting with liv

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korkisobsessions · 4 years ago

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The Oath

XVII. Gifts

Hi guys, I know I´m a terrible at posting, but you know, Christmas is coming and whole this year is crazy. So I´m very sorry this chapter is quiet short. Hope you enjoy it anyway :)

I wish you all merry christmas <3

You look like you sleep as well as I was.” Jae-Bong greets him with tired eyes. He didn’t say anything and head behind the house to the barn where they took body of the dead man.

“I was awake all night, listening to every crack. I was worried that Miho will sneak inside the barn and see it.”

Man was laid on the big table covered by old sheet. He started to stink and Jae-Bong needs all his strength to not throw up. Yeong shin experienced worse.

“Miho was running around our house again.”

“If that’s a problem...” big man spoke through piece of cloth pressed to his face.

“No. He is a good kid. Nilah really likes him.”

Yeongshin was glad when he saw Jae-Bong’s son in the morning. He knew that he will be the best companion for Nilah. She had bad, restless nigh and woke up pale and tired. But she smiled at him and let him go, even though he wanted to stay with her.

“I didn’t noticed this, when we found him yesterday.” For the first time, he was really sick.

“Oh no...” Jae-Bong growl and leave the barn with pale face.

Man on the table had cut off his manhood. His crotch was just bloody mess.

Yeong shin covered him again and followed Jae-Bong outside.

Leader of village was sitting on the ground, white as snow with cold sweat on his forehead.

“I never saw something like this.” He mumbled and took little flask from his vest. It looked almost same like Byung Chul used to have. “Someone killed him and then violated the body?”

“No, I don’t think so.” Yeong shin sat down next to him and accepted the flask with alcohol. It was weaker than Byung Chul’s. “Someone who did this wants his victim to suffer. He enjoyed the torture. He did this and then beheads him.”

“But why? I don’t understand...” Jae-Bong hides his face in palms.

“It looks like revenge.” Yeong shin lay on his back with hands behind his head. “There is nothing we can do.” He thought how such a beautiful day could have so terrible secret. There really was nothing to do. He wasn’t investigator. He was best in tracking and there were no tracks. He search surrounding of that place, but only footprints were his or Jae-Bong’s. It was almost unnatural how clean of track that place was. The murderer knows what to do and how to hide his presence.

“Yeong shin!! Father!” Miho’s Scream stops his heart.

“Miho? What is it?”

Boy was running to them with wide eyes. He barely can catch his breath. His face red and hair damp with sweat.

“Some weird man is heading to your house!” he stuttered that few word with struggle.

Yeong shin’s stomach drop and his blood froze.

He didn’t wait, grab his rifle and run. He didn’t care about Jae-Bong shouting behind him, or Minho trying to run with him. He was glad that kid can’t keep up. If that weird man is ‘that’ weird man, it will be bloody fight and he didn’t want him to see.

His lungs were burning when he run like insane. His muscles working with urge.

He run through the village, people were shouting and getting out of his way. But he didn’t care. He was trying so desperately to behave from their first day here, and now he act like rogue. They will leave if they have to. He was ready to sacrifice their house and life here. He was ready to sacrifice everything, just not Nilah.

He approaches the house. Everything looks fine from the outside, but he did not trust that sign and run inside.

And then he saw him.

Siting in their kitchen with wide smile on his face was Cho Beom Pal in all his glory.

Yeongshin lean on the wall and slide to the ground. His lungs hurt and heart missing the beats. Weird man, of course.

“Is that you my friend? You look like you see a ghost!” came laughter through loud buzzing in his ears.

He pressed his hot and damp forehead to cold metal of his rifle and closed his eyes because he starts to see light dots. “I should stay with His highness and hunt the dead. It was calmer life.” He mumbled and tried to catch his breath.

“Oh gods Yeong shin? What happened?” Nilah’s worried face appeared before him and dark shadows were dancing around.

“He throws himself inside like thunderstorm. I think he will pass out?” Beom Pal’s voice was coming from far.

“Yeong shin?” Nilah pressed damp cold cloth on the back of his neck and give him cup with cold water. “What happened? Are you hurt?” she was really worried and was trying to find any injury.

“I’m good. It’s nothing. Just Miho making mess.” He smiled and closed his eyes for a few seconds. He needs to calm his heart, nerves and brain. Wipe out all that disasters he was imaging.

“And I thought, you will be bored.” Beom Pal laughed and sat back on his place.

Nilah looked happy to see him. She was serving food and opened the bottle of soju.

“What are you doing here my lord?” she pours him a drink and one for Yeong shin. He drinks it with one gulp and pours himself another. His hands were still shaking.

Beom Pal’s face light up with pure happiness.

“I’ve got gifts for you two.”

“Gifts?” Yeong shin raised his eyebrow, finally calm enough to enjoy Beom Pal’s unexpected presence.

“Yes, but first, drink!” he give Nilah her cup and took his. “Toast to your new life. I hope you two are married already.”

Nilah’s cheeks turned red and she cough.

“No, we are not. It’s complicated.” Yeong shin drink his cup with serious face.

“Oooh, don’t be like this Yeong shin! It’s not complicated! Marry this gorgeous lady before someone else will.” Beom Pal laughed, but Yeong shin’s face paled and knuckles of his fist turned white.

“Please my lord. Leave it.” Nilah laid hand on magistrate’s forearm. She saw how much pain his words make to her beloved man.

“I just don’t understand...” Beom Pal was still mumbling while he took out small package. It was something wrapped in silk paper. “You love her, she saved your life, and probably more than once, you dragged her from hell...just marry her you foolish...”

“Stop it!” Yeong shin’s nerves cracked. His fists hit the table with loud bang. Beom Pal grew silent but he had small mischief smile on his lips.

“There is nothing I want more than made Nilah my wife. I would be honoured to be her man...It’s ridiculous, because I’m her man already, I don’t care if it’s official. I belong to her. My every heartbeat belongs to her.”

Nilah was speechless, listening his words with glossy eyes and blushing cheeks. She was touched by his words.

“Here, my gift.” Beom Pal gives Yeong shin small package. He took it with questions in his eyes, still wildly breathing.

He opened it and for a while he was still like statue. He just lifts his eyes to Beom Pal and Nilah through she saw them gloss.

“How did you...?” his voice was trembling when he put his hands on the table holding his gift in tight grip.

“I’m very important man, remember?” Beom Pal smiled happily.

“What is it?” Nilah was trying to recognise, what made him so touched that even his hands trembled.

“It’s my name tag.” Yeong shin whispered with tight voice.

It was little tag with the name ‘Seo Yeong shin’ and it was made from fine wood that was probably very expensive.

“It’s your new name tag. You are in the King’s favour.” Beom Pal smiled with satisfaction. It took him a long time to found Yeong shin’s name in books and bring him back to the world of living. He must talk to lot of magistrates, to negotiate and sometimes used just a little threat. Until he was holding two fresh pieces of wood.

“And this is yours.” He gave Nilah same piece of dark wood.

Her breath hitched and she covered her mouth to not let out loud sob.

“You are officially citizen of this kingdom.”

“Thank you my lord. I don’t know what to say...how to make it up to you.” She hugged him and didn’t think about, how inappropriate it was. She was just happy. Maybe more for Yeong shin than for herself.

“Don’t be silly. I’m glad I could help you.” Beom Pal shushed her and took the bottle “So, let’s drink!”

Nilah never saw Yeong shin drunk. She was sitting on the floor with bottle in her lap, she felt her cheeks red and hot like in fever, but she wasn’t sick. She was drunk and happy...maybe happier she ever was.

She was singing old songs she remembers from home. It was drinking songs of her nation about sun, sea and honourable deaths and reunion with gods.

And Yeong shin was dancing. She was happily laughing when he was swinging in the centre of the room waving with his hands. His cheeks red as hers and eyes glossy.

She never saw him so happy, smiling so long and wide. She wants to cry with happiness.

And Beom Pal was dancing too. Wobbling around and trying to sing songs in language he didn’t even know.

It was a long night full of joy. And in the end of it Nilah was sleeping and Yeong shin was sitting outside with Beom Pal, watching night changing colours.

It was silent and peaceful moment.

“She is still scared.” He whispered into the dark. “She has nightmares and last night I found her scared to death, just because she saw shadow, or something.”

It was like throwing away heavy weight from his back. He was so glad that Beom Pal was there.

“I have this trouble too, sometimes.” Beom Pal admitted. “Nightmares or these weird feelings. Last time someone run behind me and I almost pissed myself because I thought it’s undead.”

Beom Pal was suddenly serious when he spoke.

“She is not scared of the dead. It’s the living that scared her the most. And I feel so helpless. All I can do is calm her.” He hated how he was fighting with invisible enemy. With her demons he couldn’t shoot or stab.

“You are doing great. Trust me. I had few mistresses but not a single one can’t stand my nightmares. When I woke up with scream, they always run away. And it hurts. Be with her it’s the best you can do.”

Yeong shin was looking at the magistrate with compassion. They were too damaged by games of Hae won Cho clan. Even their own member.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered and held Beom Pal’s shoulder. He knew he could lose his hand just for touching someone so high rate, but he didn’t mind. He just wanted to comfort a friend. “I’m really sorry.”

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