Honey, ask me. I should know

Just wanted to do something simple and cute, to feel a moment’s happiness, okay? Okay!

Why are they wearing their 1941 magic show outfits? I don’t know. What’s going on? No idea. Why does it kind of look like a vintage postcard? Don’t have a clue!

Wish I had more time to work on this, but I wanted to get in, at least, one art piece representing pridemonth🌈 before June is over.

I love these two so much.

Happy Pride! ✨️🏳️‍🌈

it’s fine. they’ve each been alone a long time, and old habits are hard to break.

but sometimes when crowley is gone, aziraphale will go to take a sip of his cocoa, long since cooled past any usual enjoyable temperature, and find it piping hot again, steam curling up from the surface like ghostly little snakes. he smiles as he sips, letting the cocoa warm him from the inside out, and knows that crowley is thinking about him.

like a goodnight kiss, aziraphale thinks.

-Terry Pratchett, Guards! Guards!

Like so many of you, I have been thinking obsessively and sadly about the Good Omens finale ever since it aired. All I could manage were a few angry posts and a lot of sharing of memes for a long time.

But now my writing mojo has returned. I'm so relieved.

This is a fix it fic. I wanted to see what I could do to make the ending feel….right…even without changing the bulk of the finale. An exercise in, well, exorcising the demon that was Season Three.

At some point I want to write an alternative finale, from tail to snout, but for now, this. I hope you like it. It was healing to write it. I’ve been so sad since the finale. Writing this made me a little happier. I hope it helps you too.

Love to all the fandom. Please enjoy "Did I say the wrong thing?"

I can promise a happy ending, but before that, a lot of arguing. And drinking.

THIS IS FOR YOU.

A balm, a blanket, a galaxy of stars. A cuppertea.