AHHHHH !!! ok so i tool notes to properly comment when i was done!
Crowley vs That One Christmas Song had me cackling because i feel
the one who’d rearrange your face for you if you called her that in her own earshot
this is so Pepper it hurts (literally for whoever's getting their face rearranged)
And Crowley hadn’t completely understood at the time, but his remarkable ability to not think about things was starting to crack around the edges, and when he did start to think about it, he realized that he’d know, sooner or later, if Adam ever decided to stop making that particular choice. And that it was very important that he didn’t.
this entire paragraph reads like it's straight out of the book holy shit congratz secret author !!!
And he wasn’t in the least bit trying to sneak a glimpse under the ragged loincloth.
Crowley pls
Still. The upholstery.
i adore Crowley's priorities
and the music was still “Do They Know It’s Christmas?” except now at least it sounded like Freddie Mercury was singing it, which gave it a certain undeserved dignity.
this is both horrifying and amazing to imagine ???
Crowley comparing himself to sushi im
um. i think the Bentley is blushing from getting licked clean by Az, nevermind Crowley
disturbingly seasonal dicks. this fic is the gift that keeps on giving oh my gOD
Aziraphale’s demonic loincloth had managed to become a pair of boxers with tartan candy-canes.
of-fucking-course
ahhhhhhh thank you thank you thank youuu secret author this was such a nice gift to get and you hit so many of my fave kinks and characterisations and !!! ;A;
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Date: 2016-01-03 04:51 am (UTC)Crowley vs That One Christmas Song had me cackling because i feel
the one who’d rearrange your face for you if you called her that in her own earshot
this is so Pepper it hurts (literally for whoever's getting their face rearranged)
And Crowley hadn’t completely understood at the time, but his remarkable ability to not think about things was starting to crack around the edges, and when he did start to think about it, he realized that he’d know, sooner or later, if Adam ever decided to stop making that particular choice. And that it was very important that he didn’t.
this entire paragraph reads like it's straight out of the book holy shit congratz secret author !!!
And he wasn’t in the least bit trying to sneak a glimpse under the ragged loincloth.
Crowley pls
Still. The upholstery.
i adore Crowley's priorities
and the music was still “Do They Know It’s Christmas?” except now at least it sounded like Freddie Mercury was singing it, which gave it a certain undeserved dignity.
this is both horrifying and amazing to imagine ???
Crowley comparing himself to sushi im
um. i think the Bentley is blushing from getting licked clean by Az, nevermind Crowley
disturbingly seasonal dicks. this fic is the gift that keeps on giving oh my gOD
Aziraphale’s demonic loincloth had managed to become a pair of boxers with tartan candy-canes.
of-fucking-course
ahhhhhhh thank you thank you thank youuu secret author this was such a nice gift to get and you hit so many of my fave kinks and characterisations and !!! ;A;