#pridewives2020

First Pride

A lovely day for a picnic by @5ftjewishcactus

Celebration by @harmharm130

First Pride by @tawnyontumblr​

60s Art by @raybangoddess

WLW Icon

Even In Another Time by @harmharm130​

These wings will shield them by @5ftjewishcactus​

WLW by @tawnyontumblr​

Drag Race

Celestial Bodies (And the Motions Thereof) by @harmharm130​

heart racing in circles by @5ftjewishcactus​

Community

Not Then, Not Yet by @harmharm130​

Pride Wives Event 2020

The final week’s theme June 21st-30th: Community

Thank you to everyone who has participated and shared our posts! We really appreciate the amazing group of people within the Good Omens community, especially the Wives community. Please do give our blog a follow and we will be putting out information about future events very soon! 

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Pride Wives Event 2020

This week’s theme June 14th - 20th: Drag Show

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Cheating a bit with the prompt for weeks two of @ineffable-wives-central Pride Wives 2020.

Aziraphale had grown up in a small community. She had grown up in this small community.  She knew what they were like. That didn’t stop it hurting.

Crowley knocked gently on the bathroom door. “You ok?”

Aziraphale wiped her eyes. “Fine.”

“Liar.” A pause. A gentle tap that indicated Crowley’s forehead now rested against the old wood. “Deidre Young is a moron.”

“I know. I’ll be out in a minute. Ok?”

“Ok.” A sigh. “When you’re ready.”

The floorboards of the cottage creaked as Crowley went back downstairs.  Aziraphale got up and rinsed her face. She was nearly forty. Honestly, she thought she’d be done crying in bathrooms by now.  Bloody Deidre Young and her passive aggressive meddling.

Aziraphale had stopped crying by the time she got to the top of the stairs. “Crowley! Did you sell all those strawberries?”

“You’re not still making the moron a cake, are you?”

“Deidre asked me so nicely!” Right before she had asked Aziraphale if she was sure. About what Aziraphale wasn’t completely certain. Possibly Crowley, Possibly Aziraphale’s choosing Crowley, or possibly the fact that she was divorcing her husband, who despite being a complete wanker, was still quite a good catch, apparently.

Didn’t matter. What mattered was that Deidre had asked when Crowley was right there! As though the love of Aziraphale’s life was a whim. Like Deidre thought she was being helpful to question it! Aziraphale was angry.  She was going to deal with this the only way she knew how. She was going to put on Verdi’s Aida and bake a cake.  The strawberries were just for decoration really and by the time it was covered in white icing nobody would guess what was inside. It would be perfectly at home on the table with the rest of the conservative offerings for the church picnic.

When the day came, Deidre was very impressed. Crowley was still bitching about it, “Can’t believe you helped. Can’t believe you made me come here.”

Aziraphale squeezed her hand.  Then kissed her cheek. Loudly and obviously so that everyone present could see.

Deidre cut the cake. As she withdrew the first slice the rainbow sweets tumbled over the white tablecloth and bounced on the grass. Deidre squeaked as she jumped back. Inside the cake had six layers. Each a different colour.

Crowley cackled.

“Well,” said Deidre, her face schooled into a perfectly polite yet puzzled mask. “It’s certainly colourful. Who wants the first slice?”

Pride Wives Event 2020 

This week’s theme June 7th - 13th: WLW Icon

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A ficlet for @ineffable-wives-central.  The week one prompt First Pride

When you’re immortal time moves differently. Only since Armageddon failed has Crowley been sensitive to its passage. She doesn’t rush forward quite as much, likes to linger in the seasons before leaping towards the next one.  Today, the many-coloured rainbow flags in the Soho shopfronts resonate more. She’s aware of Pride and what it means, she’s just never had anyone to go with before.  And Hell has taught her that you are never as lonely as you are in a crowd.

The bookshop always has a Pride flag too. It’s Aziraphale’s concession to keeping up appearances providing that it doesn’t inconvenience her in any way. Today though the bookshop door is wedged open, and the angel is bustling through it backwards with garden chairs under one arm and a parasol under the other.”

“Be a dear.”  Aziraphale smiles.

Crowley takes the proffered jug of strawberry daiquiri. There’s not just a flag in the bookshop window. There is bunting. There’s glitter.  Most of the latter is also on Aziraphale.  It makes her eyes impossibly bright. A thousand tiny stars that glow when she beams at Crowley.

That’s how Crowley finds herself sat on a Soho pavement, sipping daiquiris, when the parade starts. No one dares stand in front of them. In fact they’ve acquired quite a crowd perched on fold out chairs and the pavement around them.  Aziraphale keeps them all safe with shade and water as the floats roll past.

Crowley fights to keep her mouth shut. When a girl with purple hair hugs Aziraphale and tells her how cool she is, what an inspiration, Crowley can’t contain it.  The words boil out of her.  “You do not what they think of us, don’t you?”

Aziraphale frowns at her. “Oh?”

“You know-” words are such tricky beasts. Crowley rolls her wrist so her hand does the work for her, indicating Aziraphale then herself and the 6000 year chasm between them. “That we’re…”

Aziraphale’s frown lifts. “Very much in love?”

Crowley swallows. They’re in love? Well, yes they are. Obviously. Obviously. They just don’t talk about it. Not with words.

“And what if…?” Crowley flails again, her eyes roll upwards. She’s wearing her glasses, but Aziraphale knows. She always knows.

“Then, my dear, I will very much tell them where to go. You could give them directions. Top up?” Aziraphale holds up the daiquiri jug.

Crowley obligingly offers up her glass.  She suddenly needs a drink. “Shurrup,” she hisses at the grinning humans sat on the kerb. “Show’s over there.”

We are still continuing our pride wives event even though some people have suggested refraining from fandom activities out of respect for the protests and BLM. We feel like people still need a place to escape to and have a creative outlet in these times. If you are someone who is refraining from fandom activities out of respect, but would still like to participate, feel free to send us a message and then we’ll reblog your prompt fill once you post them.

This week’s theme: First Pride

We are dedicating this week’s theme to the BLM movement because without black/poc lgbt+ members we wouldn’t have pride. Don’t forget our history, don’t forget who gave it to us, don’t forget Marsha and Sylvia.

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