#peppermoonchilds

year 6 was not a good time for tiny rosie, being asthmatic and fat and generally unpopular, but i had one skill and i would run that skill straight into the ground, LITERALLY, as it turned out. i was kind of weirdly good at cross country, aka DISTANCE RUNNING, because i took the tortoise approach of slow and steady wins the race.

so i was the reserve on the girl’s cross country team. there were six of us: me, jess, lucy, danielle, hannah and… fiona? the names are not important except to prove to myself that my memory works. and i would only have to run if someone else got injured, so i assumed in my naivete that i was home dry.

as it turned out This Was Not The Case as jess broke her ankle or something about three days before the competition and i was thrust into the spotlight unexpectedly.

the day of the race: imagine, if you will, an eleven year old version of me in a bright blue and yellow reversible cagoule stood in a dew covered field with 200 over eleven year olds. we lined up (probably sans cagoules although it’s been a while so who knows) and set off.

about halfway through the race i clearly got cocky and fell over on a corner. this was a little too much for young rosie and i instantly burst into tears and stayed sat on the wet grass for about five minutes before grumpily getting up and finishing the race.

bright with his splendour by daegaer

And there was war in Heaven.

notes: genuinely formative for my expectations for good omens fic which is... probably a bad thing considering how amazing it is. i have high standards, is what i'm saying here

regulars by irisbleufic

You can't live somewhere or frequent a place for any length of time without others taking notice. In fact, you may not even notice them. 

notes: beautiful outsider pov vignettes about our favourite duo. also, i did a podfic for this once so you can tell i like it a lot

crown of thorns verse by irisbleufic

Once, in the world, there was a cottage. And that was only just the beginning.

notes: my fave in this series is definitely the walls, the wainscot and the mouse but the whole thing is really quite wonderful

build me a city, call it jerusalem by gyzym

Man begets man begets The Tales of Men, and there's nothing godly in that; Those Above and Them Below haven't any need for the stories humans have been hungry for since the snake and the Angel with the flaming sword.

notes: as may have been established previously, gyzym is quite possibly my favourite fanfic author ever, so of course something by her has to be on her. just, lovely

potter omens by pearl4453

His heart had dropped into his stomach when he had received his invitation letter. A lovely, rounded yellow slip of paper, with neatly-quilled emerald writing, addressed ever so politely to a “Dear Mr. Crowley,” stating that “We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry...”

notes: a Literal Epic crossover, i read this in one sitting pretty much and i love it so dearly. hp fusion fic forever

da capo aria by lady_oneiros

Aziraphale takes Death’s place for a day.

notes: i confess i haven't read this one in a while because it made me DEVESTATINGLY SAD, but, it was really good and i'm pretty sure it's not actively horrifying so there you are.

manchester lost by mozco

Our heroes have managed to make things worse, as the Apocalypse is starting up... again. Drama! Action! Humor! Adventure! Tea! Suspense! Snark! Romance!

notes: once again a confession - when i first read this i was about fourteen and i haven't reread it because... it's so long... but i remember it being excellent. apparently it's something of a fandom classic

twofish by grindylowe

A love story about angels and demons. Also, fish

notes: i just rediscovered this and honestly, the summary sells it

wednesdays by nny 

There are three things that the students love about the English Literature lecturer, Professor Weiss (although of course he wouldn't credit it.)

notes: I AM A DELIGHT. college au but not actually au. weekly lunches. this is what dreams are made of

devil took the soldier boy by copperbadge

Aziraphael and Crowley have a bet, with Lord Peter Wimsey's soul as the stakes.