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  1. Public Bookmark 40

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    The storm is coming. Crowley cannot stop it, no more than he can stop the tide. Wearing the rocks down to nothingness.

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    10 Dec 2020

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    anxiety and how we breathe through it

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    In which Anathema can't go back to America for one of her favourite holidays, Aziraphale offers to host a dinner, and Crowley confronts the mortifying ordeal of being a demon on a day dedicated to giving thanks.

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    10 Dec 2020

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    sappy as anything and definitely things im thinking about with spending the holidays alone this year

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    The remains of the bookshop slump on its corner, blackened and mangled, no more than a shamble of bones and broken glass. The windows yawn into empty, hollow sockets; the front doors hang from their hinges, twisted and splintered by heat. Bricks have fallen here and there from the upper floors, littering the ground like so many teeth.

     

    The careful gold lettering above the door, A.Z. Fell and Co., has been scorched away.
     
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    After Armageddon, Crowley takes Aziraphale to see the bookshop.

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    16 Nov 2020

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    hhhnnhhohh my goddd
    how had I not read this before? the poetic language morphs perfectly into insightful metaphor that makes me feel like I’m learning something new about this beloved thing I’ve seen and read 1,000 times
    such a good piece. holy shit

  4. Public Bookmark 27

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    Before moving into the new flat, Aziraphale had never considered himself mad.

    Aziraphale is quite fond of his new flat, even if the new tenant never got rid of his hideous furniture and there's a strange portrait of a man he's never met hanging on the wall.

    When the mysterious footsteps begin, though, he begins to reconsider.

    13 Days of Halloween - Prompt: Ghosts

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    16 Nov 2020

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    the over the garden wall fusion I didn’t know I wanted

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    It's sometime later, still dark or maybe dark again, when the door to his flat opens. He wakes, startles, then whimpers. Every tiny movement feels like the knives are still hacking away at him. Where was their cold efficiency then? No, they'd wanted him to suffer. They'd succeeded.

    "Oh." That voice again, and in the room this time. Crowley would weep, but he's not sure when he last stopped. "Oh," Aziraphale says again, "oh, Crowley."

    "They took them," Crowley moans, pitiful even to his own ears. "They took my wings."

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    24 Oct 2020

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    this fic felt all at once like the rawness of therapy and the quiet of chirping crickets on the last night of summer