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C: "-not to mention snexism."

A: "Sorry what was that?"

C: "Snake sexism. Snexism. Women don't have it easy in the snake world either."

That didn't sound like a real thing, Aziraphale thought, but he did not voice his concern. Claiming that snexism wasn't real sounded exactly like something a snexist would say.

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The Confession

Summary:

The war is over. They have their cottage. Everything should be perfect. But they still have not talked properly and Aziraphale misses seeing joy and happiness in Crowley's eyes. It is time to bring it back - and Christmas might be just the most perfect time for it.

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Remember the post I wrote about Aziraphale being a fighter?

Do you wanna know who isn't one?

Crowley

And no, I'm not saying he is a lover or some bullshit like that. Aziraphale is a fighter AND a lover. No, Crowley is a strategist.

He fights with his brain. He is really good at thinking on his feet. In a physical fight, he gets over the violence by talking his way out of it and using his creativity to come up with a quick exit. He thinks up plans quickly and efficiently (raising the antichrist, surviving Ligur and Hastur, getting Hastur stuck in the phone, figuring out how to cross the M25 aflame, the Arrangement, saving Aziraphale in 1941, the plan to rob the church in the 60s, fooling an horde of angels into believing Job's kids are new kids, do you want me to continue?).

And he has the added bonus of having a silver tongue, so his words are always clearly his main weapon to bring his plans into fruition. And, so far, we've only seen him fail once: convincing Aziraphale to stay

There’s an interesting love story going on. It’s never explicit, but it’s there. - Michael Sheen and David Tennant @ NYCC 2018

I love that we live in a world where Michael Sheen called David Tennant his lover publicly, talked about himself and David “having sex mainly” also publicly, decided Aziraphale is a bottom and plays him as one, spends every interview staring at David like he’s the best thing that ever happened to him…

Absolute king. Never change.

I need to see this in s3.😠

I need some random conversation where eg Nina groans she wishes people and relationships weren’t so complicated and btw please take her choices away and just make the decision for her

And Aziraphale just

“Blame Crowley for that one.”

Crowley: “Hey!”

(Please imagine Nina’s and Maggie’s faces when Aziraphale tells them that Crowley is the Serpent of Eden who introduced Free Will)

Nina: “I thought Lucifer did that.”

Crowley: “You humans never give me credit for my best work 😒”

Nina: “Was Lucifer really the prettiest Angel then?”

Aziraphale: “No.”

#yes yes yes #our bookshop #our car #our fragile peaceful life #precious demon #precious angel

I think we're all missing the fact Crowley spent the night in the bookshop while Aziraphale was in Edinburgh. (Aziraphale leaves during the day, picks up Shax at night, and it's clearly morning when he gets Crowley's plants in his face. Also, it's a 6-7 hour drive, so even with some small miracles, that's a looong way.)

"Goodnight!" JimGabriel waves from the top of the stairs, guileless grin plastered on his stupid archangel face.

Crowley realizes the idiot is waiting for a response. Fine. "G'niiiighT."

The door clicks closed upstairs and Crowley is alone, standing in the middle of the bookshop. Aziraphale's bookshop. He can feel the Bentley is still, and wonders where his angel is right now. "Hmph, our car," he sneers, but there is a note of affection mixed with his growl.

He turns slowly, feeling Aziraphale's absence with a pang, then saunters far too casually over to the desk, almost as if he is performing for his absent angel, wondering if Aziraphale can feel the bookshop the way he feels the Bentley. He lingers there, and his hand moves as if of its own accord, touching the papers, caressing the heavy paperweight, the angel's spectacles. The clock ticks softly in the corner. The old building creaks and settles. He murmurs the words, tastes how they feel in his mouth - "Our bookshop."

A moment later Aziraphale's chair is miracled into the hallway upstairs, opposite the door to JimGabriel's room. Crowley sits, whisky tumbler in hand, watching the door. His angel is not the only one who can guard, he thinks, settling in.