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"Hi." Crawly tucked his nose under a coil of his own body and shivered in appreciation as the sun finally hiccupped its way out from under the cloud, bathing them in warm light.

"It suits you," Aziraphale said after a while.

Crawly attempted a shrug, but it was almost impossible to locate anything that could pass as shoulders in his new body. What happened instead was embarrassingly like what you get when too much water tries to go through a small rubber pipe. He rolled over again hurriedly and coughed.

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So apparently I'm reviving that Good Omens prequel that I started writing eons ago? WHO KNEW? My head is all over the place at the moment. Fandoms colliding and going boom.

Anyway: it needs an epigraph. Badly. It's mostly about Crowley but it's also about wisdom and freedom and justice and the beginning of the end of the world, so if anyone has any suitably lofty and/or flippant poems or quotes that they want to throw at me, that'd be grand.

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PS: today I made the mistake of wandering into the Esprit sale and ended up buying a midnight blue trench coat which is probably the sexiest item of clothing I have ever owned.

a few fic recs

I have decided that today I will make lots of posts pimping things.

Ergo! We will begin with some fics.

The Chandrasekhar Limit by crazylittleme - BSG - Kara/Lee
But he's seen her weep and he's seen her rage and he's seen all the dimensions of Kara Thrace, can't stop seeing them even when she isn't there, sees her in bursts of light under his eyelids when he tries to sleep.
I am so, so glad I managed to coerce Kelsey into watching this show, because she writes sublimely.

Mastery by ariastar - Doctor Who - Doctor/Master
The Doctor gets up slowly, trenchcoat swinging out behind him, hands clasped loosely together in silvery cuffs, and this is the most beautiful thing he has seen yet in a day filled to the brim with beauty.
Aria has done something really savage and lovely here. Her Master-narrative is absolutely spot on.

Phologiston by amberite - Doctor Who - Doctor/Master
He licks his lips in a purely vulnerable way. It's a submissive signal, an invitation. It has nothing to do with anything but bodies and how they move against each other.
Hurrah! More regeneration-sex! And this one is all about alien anatomy and it's dirty and physical and very, very clever.

High Spirits by apiphile - Torchwood/Black Books
“Of course it is. I would never climb into bed with a strange man in real life,” said the Irishman. “Well, there was once. Alright, two times. Five times. And once more with that time with the t’ing. Alright, about a dozen times. But my point is I don’t normally do it until after I’ve finished all the wine.”
I am slipping this one in like a Christmas bonus (ha ha) because it's maybe one of the funniest things I've ever read. Though I have no idea how many people know both of the fandoms.

Wire in the Blood

This pimp post is going to be me waxing enthusiastic about one of my favourite shows in the world. Complete with capspam!



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