A Johnlock stag night fic.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/46459366/chapters/116977303
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A Johnlock stag night fic.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/46459366/chapters/116977303
Aziraphale didnāt like airplanes. His whole life, he had a reoccurring nightmare of being stuck in the plane as it fell out of the sky. He could do nothing but know that he was going down, down, down.
His father, strict disciplinary type, had always mocked him for it. Reminded him that flying was the safest way to travel, and it was a sign of weakness to even consider the possibility of falling.
Unfortunately, this did nothing to resolve it. He had spent most of his teenage in college years, driving or taking the train. But when he got a job for his father after college, he knew he would be required to take international trips often.
Today he had gotten to the airport too early. So early that most shops were closed, so he ordered his usual latte. His nervous energy led him to finish too quickly and he ordered a second.
He was regretting that now.
About 30 minutes into the 4-hour flight, he realized his error. The normal jitterness didnāt dim as he tried to read his latest novel - his heart only raced faster.
To make matters worse, the trip was last minute and he had been forced to accept a middle seat instead of his usual aisle.
Aziraphale put the book away and tried to practice the meditation tips he had found online this week. He really hated working for his father. And flying. But itās what he had been trained to do.
He kept squirming, feeling bad for the young man next to him in the window seat. While the older man in the aisle seat was passed out (who picked an aisle seat and then slept? had this man never flown??), the window man - likely around his age, but it was hard to tell with the glasses and way he kept his face turned towards the window - was awake, tapping his foot to the music that Aziraphale could faintly hear coming from his earbuds. Aziraphale was nervous that his squirming would annoy window man, who likely had been unhappy as a result of the last minute addition to the row. Aziraphale also kept leaning slightly in his space - he was just so fidgety! That second coffee had been such a mistake.
Within the next 10 minutes, Aziraphaleās thoughts had completely begun to haywire. He was trapped - trapped in the middle seat, trapped on a plane, trapped in his job, and his miserable life, alone. His eyes began to prickle, which just made his panic worse.
Window man shifted then and bumped elbows with him. Aziraphale automatically glanced over, and the humiliation was instant. The man had removed his sunglasses and was looking at Aziraphale/ and he was gorgeous. His long fiery red hair was tied up in a knot, and his facial features were sharp and sleek, just like his body. An absolutely contrast to his own roundness. But it was his eyes⦠they were a usual shade of green, nearly yellow. And they looked very surprised.
āAre you okay?ā beautiful man asked.
Aziraphale blinked twice, then realize the wetness on his cheeks. Ah, right. He quickly wiped his eyes. āYes, yes. Thank you, dear.ā
Beautiful man frowned. Normally Aziraphale didnāt like frowns, but this man⦠well, it looked right. āYou donāt seem okay. Iām told crying usually means something. I donāt mean to be nosey.ā
āItās truly nothing,ā Aziraphale said, although the concern of Beautiful man was touching, if not embarrassing. āI just do so hate to fly, and I consumed much too much caffeine this morning. So you see, nothing dire.ā
The man smiled. Ah, the frown wasnāt bad but the smile! Delightful.
āAnthony Crowley. Call me Crowley,ā the man - Crowley - said as he held his hand between them.
(Should I finish this or just scrap it)
First off, Happy pride to literally the most dedicated fan page ever!!! Second, Iāve been looking around, and has Neil, David or Michael or anyone else done anything for pride so far? Thx so much Iām a huge fan ur page has helped keep me sane this last year. Tysm!!! š³ļøāšš³ļøāā§ļøš³ļøāšš³ļøāā§ļøš³ļøāšš³ļøāā§ļøš³ļøāšš³ļøāā§ļøš³ļøāšš³ļøāā§ļø
Hiyaaa! :) You mean this year? :) Not sure, I've been to a GO meeting in Prague this weekend so I am but behind on checking and posting stuff, but if I see something I shall post it :). If you mean in general, they are both very supportive, last year David said :):
David Tennant:Ā Do you know whatās making me cheerful at the moment? Is that itās Pride Month. And the fact that Pride Month is existing and is flourishingĀ and is something thatās happening at a timewhen the world seems to be getting in some corners, worryingly intolerant and weirdly backward. And that when I was at school, calling somebody gay was like the worst thing you could be called in the playground. And now we celebrate it. And it makes me a little bit emotional. But that just gives people chance to be seen and celebrated. You want your children to grow up in a world that is kind and you want your children to be kind, and you want your children to be accepted for whoever they are, whatever they want to be. They should be allowed to be whoever they want to be and that, you know, everyone else just needs to butt out. We canāt take our foot off the gas, thatās the thing. And we canāt expect that we will always travel in the right direction towards acceptance. Weāve all got to be fighting that fight every day.Ā
So I finally finished the last two episodes of season two of good omens.
And holy hell.ļæ¼
That entire kiss scene was so painful and ripped my heart out (of course) because the moment it happened - the body language, the moment Crowley kisses him and within a second the music changes, and you just know itās going to be horrible, that Aziraphale wonāt relax into it, wonāt kiss back.
āI forgive youā could not have been as powerful and it not been two male-appearing individuals tbh, idk same gender made it hit even harder.
But it was wild to me that my little heart tried to have hope even after that. I knew Aziraphale would go forward with his choice, but I was desperate for him to prove me wrong. Like Crowley waiting and watching. He knew. He knew but he was ⦠still holding out for that 0.01% hope. Is there anything worse than that 0.01% hope?
I know Neil Gaiman said the kiss wasnāt about love and I get that. IDK how to word it, and I wonder if Iām projecting, but it feels like a kiss I have given before back when I was young.
A āplease donāt leave me I know youāre going to leave me and I love you and I want you to stay please please donāt leave me. just stay with me. Let me be enough.ā desperate kiss.
Itās a confession. Perhaps a love confession, in a way, but not a hopeful one.
And then you wait and you watch them leave you anyway.
i donāt know man, I have a hard time imagining Aziraphale being able to make things right again between them. Crowley deserves more. Like even if thereās nothing romantic or sexual to happen between them (I def donāt see a need for sexual in canon), the love that Crowley has for Aziraphale has been stated again and again. Aziraphale has blown him off so many times but now truly and fully rejected him.
I donāt want Aziraphale to just learn his lesson, apologize, and Crowley forgives it .
TBH I know season 3 will have SO MUCH MORE PLOT than these two but my heart aches for poor Crowley lmao so.
Aziraphale mentioning how Crowley loves to save himā¦. I have a feeling Crowley wonāt be there next time.
āWe could have been⦠us.ā
people make dumb comments about stuttering.
From Stutterology
Do any of you bristle at the concept of voluntary stuttering? I understand the thinking behind it and I like the idea of a tool that doesn't necessarily emphasize fluency, but as someone who stutters a lot, I sort of resent it when I hear someone do a few tidy bounces and then move on fluently. There's a part of me who wants to tell them to put themselves into a 30 second block on their own name. I know that's not the point of it, but I can't help but feel sort of resentful.
Yeah I go back and forth on this. Thereās voluntary stuttering thatās about outing yourself as a stutterer right away in the conversation and forcing yourself to be comfortable with your stutter, whichseems like a pretty awesome idea and easily in line with stuttering pride. Thenthereās voluntary stuttering with the end goal of increasing fluency, which Ifind a little less cool personally but to each their own.
But thereās also this other thing that can happen, which Ithink youāre maybe talking about, where someone who might not stutter much oreven at all starts doing voluntary stuttering to make a point, and my reactionto thatās probably similar to yours. Itās one thing if someone is showing anactual aesthetic appreciation for the sound of a stuttering voice and wants toinclude or increase it as part of their speechāIām in favor of a world thatstutters more. But Iām thinking now of how some (non stuttering) SLPs engage involuntary stuttering, sometimes publicly, as a way of facilitating stutterersto do the same (and thus overcome stigma, etc.) and there is something politicallyweird about that. Because the purpose usually seems less to do with a politicalstatement, like for example blocking hard in the face of ableist people andstructures to challenge the ways theyāre discriminating, or voluntarilystuttering with us in public as a form of solidarity. Instead the point seemsto be aimed at us, like āLook stutterers, stuttering isnāt so bad, look at meIām doing it purpose,ā and ugh, no, Iām not very interested in that. It wouldbe different if people lived it for periods at a time, but to be able to jumpin and out of stuttering at will kinda misses the point of how our exclusion isexperienced. Thatās just me though. Anyone else have thoughts?
-Josh
Whenever somebody tells me I should just sing all the time or just something about my stutter in general I really want to say this to them, I will stab you just like how I talk, repeatedly
choosing not to do an oral presentation, take a speaking role in a play, or even order food, does not make you weak.
when I dont talk: why donāt you talk its so weird talk to me
when I do talk: woah you talk weird its kinda ugly
i wish that there was more literature, guides, zines, reseach, fuckin annnnything
on interpersonal interactions between people with different and same disabilities and conditions
and how they can fuel one another badly, or mutually trigger one another
and how to manage those feelings
for example! Iāve been through many years of speech therapy, I still have a slight lisp, an occasional stutter and my speech can become extremely rapid and slurred, or I can become overset to almost the point of being non verbal
Iāve been bullied and abused about said condition and its so hard for me to do the mental separation from someone genuinely asking me to repeat myself because they havenāt understood or just flashback to being bullied
that being said, if Iām around anyone with hearing restrictions, with comprehension issues, or hell not even a disability but just not having english as a first language
they arenāt doing anything wrong and in fact the onus is on me to slow down, to try again
and chances are, theyāve had really bad experiences with people who wonāt be considerate to their communication needs
and then thereās this potential for a clash that doesnāt need to be there at all
is this even a thing for other people? I know it is, mental illness wise, being set off by another personās low mood, or feeding off their mania or anxiety. iāve experienced that myself personally.
all i want is to be understood and to not hurt other people. i wish there was more disabled community wide discussion without shame or finger pointing or anything about how to best accomodate one anotherās needs in communication
āYou can lose yourself in a book, but you find yourself in poetry.ā
ā Jasper Ffordeās First Among Sequels. Not sure if he found it somewhere else.
āYou donāt need to be afraid of the things you were afraid of when you were five.ā
ā Lionel Logue from The Kingās Speech
āIf losing weight would turn an unconfident person to confident and positive, then all skinny people would be positive and confident⦠so in reality these two traits must start with a deeper change firstā
ā ^^ this.
"To love a person is to learn the song that is in their heart, and sing it to them when they have forgotten." -Unknown
Day Eleven: a quote about love
"Make no secret of low spirits to your friends, but talk of them freelyāthey are always worse for dignified concealment"
Day Twelve: a quote about friendship
/ seriously what is up with timing of these quotes?!
"Use what talents you possess; the woods would be very silent if no birds sang there except those that sang best" - Henry Van Dyke
Day Thirteen: a quote about cats Close enough. Itās what cats eat. :3
I read this earlier today on Facebook. Someone I like shared it.
Boost the hell out of this whether youāre disabled or not.