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PEDRO PASCAL as SLUT IN TUNICS AND ARMOR in the GLADIATOR 2 trailer | PT. II
Look at those slutty little knees.
New fic drop
the mortifying ordeal of being naked in the hall with ray
Pairing: David/Patrick (and Ray's there too!)
Rating: Teen & Up
Word count: 2800
Summary: Following the Asbestos Fest, David and Patrick are seeing new sides of one another. And then Ray sees a new side of David, too.
David hurries to finish up in the bathroom, grabbing up his things under one arm and gripping the towel at his waist with his free hand. Patrick has assured him that Ray’s out for at least a few more hours getting sound samples for his new ASMR podcast, and David doesn’t see the point in putting on his sleeping clothes when Patrick’s just going to rip them right back off him anyway. “Oh, good, David, you’re done!” Ray swoops in out of nowhere like the world’s sunniest jumpscare, and David is so startled that he drops everything. E V E R Y T H I N G. Clothes, toiletry kit, and towel all go tumbling to the floor, along with his dignity, and Ray barrels on as though he hasn’t noticed.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
A new fic by me!! Part of a series that explores all the various times that David was naked…and then Ray happened.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Part of the Naked & Af-Ray-ed series on AO3. Please make sure you enjoy all of the fics in the series! And then check out all the other amazing works by these authors 🥰
Favourite Lines Game
Rules: share your favorite lines or paragraph you’ve written from your fics, posted or wip.
Until You Can Love Yourself Again
Patrick looks at him with those loud eyes of his, little wrinkles forming in the space between where his eyebrows would be, if he had any. “Can I talk now?” he asks, quietly. Carefully. David nods. “Okay. First,” Patrick begins, and he reaches out to gently tug David’s shirt down over his stomach and then he pulls the blankets up around David’s waist before he snuggles down on his pillow and wraps an arm around his shoulders, pulling him in close. The hot press of tears builds behind David’s eyes and he bites at his lower lip to keep it from trembling, burying his face in the front of Patrick’s t-shirt. He’s never felt so fucking loved by anyone before. That Patrick can show how well he knows David—how fully he sees him—simply by covering him up. He swallows back the sob he can feel creeping up from his chest and just lets Patrick hold him, raking his fingers through his hair, pressing soft kisses to his temple. “David,” he says simply, and that single word seems to encompass an entire universe of feelings.
This Bed Wasn’t Built for our Love
“What do you want to know, David?” Marcy asks, and Clint can hear the hint of barely concealed amusement in her voice. Whatever David wants to know is going to make their son’s blush intensify even further. And while he doesn’t love the idea of making his son suffer needless embarrassment, it is after four o’clock in the morning and Clint is in need of a little levity.
“Is it genetic?’ David asks, and Clint sees Marcy cock her head in question out of the corner of his eye.
“Is what genetic?” she asks.
“You know,” David says with a flick of his uninjured hand. Judging by Marcy’s confused silence, she clearly does not know. “The...equipment. The BD to back up that BDE? Is it a Brewer family trait?”
Marcy makes a sound that is somewhere between a snort and a cackle and Patrick lets out a groan. David, blissfully unaware of the impact of his words, carries on.
“Because if it is, I have to say, you are a lucky lady. Because, I mean...well. I know they say size doesn’t matter—”
The rest of David’s sentence is cut off as the sound of Marcy’s delighted laughter fills the car.
“Well, David,” she giggles, “I can’t speak to the entire Brewer family. But I’ve never had any complaints.”
It takes every ounce of Clint’s threadbare self-control to keep the car from veering off the pavement. Marcy’s hand lands on Clint’s arm and she gives it a gentle squeeze as he eases to a stop on the side of the road, hands still clenched on the steering wheel. He is not going to make eye contact with his son. He is not.
The Love Left Behind
“So...this is a long way to come for a surprise visit,” David says, handing a glass of wine to Ted and a glass of water to Alexis. “What do you want?”
“I think what David means is it’s nice to see you both,” Patrick says, giving his husband a sidelong glare.
“Same thing,” David says breezily.
“Well, we actually do want to ask you to do something for us,” Ted begins cautiously. “It’s kind of a big favour, which is why we wanted to ask you guys in person.”
“Ohmygod,” David sighs, glaring at his sister. “You need a kidney, don’t you?” He shakes his head. “I told you they don’t grow back, Alexis!”
“What?” Patrick gasps.
“What?” Ted squeaks.
“Hmm?” Alexis hums innocently, placing a placating hand on Ted’s knee. She narrows her eyes at her brother. “No, David. My kidney is fine.”
Pavlova
“I like your costume,” David says kindly. The ballerina sniffles and wipes their nose with the back of their hand. To his credit, David doesn’t flinch, simply reaches into his pocket and withdraws a tissue, handing it over. “Pink is such a difficult colour for an autumn, but you wear it well.”
The ballerina looks at David, and Patrick watches as their eyes travel the length of his body—from his neatly laced Rick Owens high tops, his artfully ripped jeans, his skirt—and their eyes go wide and their mouth opens in a silent “oh” of surprise. “Thank you,” they say, dabbing gently at their nose with the tissue. “Um, I...I like your skirt.”
David smiles. “Thank you,” he says. “And who are you supposed to be?”
“Anna Pavlova,” the ballerina says. “She’s my favourite dancer.”
David nods appreciatively. “Mmm. Good choice. Pavlova is both my favourite dancer and one of my favourite desserts. I like a costume that celebrates both the performative and the culinary arts.”
I think I’m late to this party (as usual) so anyone who wants to participate, please do!!
Witches love weekends! We're here to kick yours off the second round of this month's community recs. Take some time to enjoy and leave the authors some love!
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Grass stains (@delilah-mcmuffin) “I think this is kind of a deepcut, but it’s always been a fave of mine. I’d call it swoon-worthy because It’s super sexy but also shows a deep kind of appreciation for each other and that's the best kind of fic, you know?”
Happily ever after (@missgeevious) “MARRIED LIFE ROMANCE. Patrick gets his spreadsheets and David gets romcoms and if that’s not everything we need, I don’t know what is.”
I know the sound (reallyfxckingpretty) “I cannot think of anything swoonier [is that a word?] of knowing someone to the very core of their being, that you could recognize them by the sound of their heart. Total couple goals right here.”
In the cards (houdini74/@mostlyinthemorning) “I love, love, love so many of the books referenced in this meet-cute AU that I had to love it, but seeing David and Patrick get smitten this way puts this fic over the top for me.” Some days are diamonds (@likerealpeopledo-on-ao3) “The reality of this gorgeous fic is what makes it romantic. Things don’t always go the way we planned, but that doesn’t mean they can’t still be kind of perfect.”
Thank you for the rec witches!!’
Ah. Good question.
I’ve thought about it, and the only answer I can really give is…
They really spent a lot of time pointing to the second coming for Apolaypse 2 electric boogaloo
all 3 minisodes are about ... humans dying and being brought back to life, or more like, how that is not possible...and how Heaven and Hell have worked around that
In A Companion to Owls, Job kids never died even when they should have, Heaven didn't know enough to distinguish that they were the same children and Sitis quickly got that the miracle was... that their children didn't die to begin with. Once they are dead it is game over and Crowley and Aziraphale refused to let them die
In The Resurrectionists (it is literally called The Resurrectionists!!) and it is how one girl is shot and they can't do anything once she is dead. And Crowley still goes off of his way to make sure the other one doesn't kill herself, risking everything. And we know hell's extreme sanctions are probably what makes him ask for insurance, for holy water. On the other hand, this episode is called The ResurrectionistS, plural, but we meet only one of them ..while in the other side of the sign is Christ himself.
THEN in 1941, we have ZOMBIES, the literal living dead walking around, and Furfur states that he can't make them living people again due to a clause and just leave them as zombies to roam the earth. We see how cursed they are, rotting and bound to eat brains but not human.
EVEN! From episode 1, we get a big Clue: miracles are measured in lazarii, and resurrecting someone is no easy feat. They were telling us to watch out about coming back to life... and how only the mightiest of archangels are able to use that amount of power (or an angel and a demon holding hands...)
and I do want to point out that part of the things Gabriel remembered was this line
Job kids didn't die, in victorian england Wee Morag died falling in the hands of a resurrectionist, and the Germans died and came back- just not quite alive. Every day it is getting closer,
... they are telling us that the second coming is afoot, but they are also showing us that there is no second opportunity on this earth. Once you are dead, you are dead.
and Crowley, in the direst time when Aziraphale is breaking his little demonic heart, says
And now, the plan to resurrect one human to make the end of the world happen is in Aziraphale's hands.
DAVID TENNANT & MICHAEL SHEEN Making of Good Omens — Season 2
It’s so apparent in these images of them just being themselves (while dressed as Aziraphale and Crowley but very clearly NOT Crowley and Aziraphale) how much they put into their characters.
Btw i love that the minute gabriel is freed from heaven he turns into elton john it’s literally this meme
Ahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!
David Tennant and Michael Sheen - BTS of Good Omens season 2
How is this the same person
Staged season 1, starring...
“That fucking liar David Tennant” is still my favourite.
thing is - and hear me out - if s3 does by any minute chance incorporate any suggestion of a sex scene, it is imperative for me that they commit to the bit. i need crowley to nearly topple over trying to get out of his jeans, i need aziraphale to complain that they cant do anything downstairs because that would be scandalous, and i need them to trip over going up the stairs because they keep getting distracted. i need one of them to accidentally get an elbow to the face, i need them to have a long forgotten book digging into one of their backs, and aziraphale is horrified when crowley launches it across the room, and i need there to be hard cut to whickber street having a huge power surge, lines sparking, all the power going out, and every car alarm in a 2-mile radius start screaming, i don't need it to be explicit or overly romantic but i do need it to be fucking funny
Just a thought that slid into my head as I was drifting off to sleep…
Given Crowley’s fascination/obsession with ducks (he knows what slides of their backs, that they have ears, what to feed them…) I wonder if they play a significant role in the outcome of the overall arc of a Good Omens.
Hubby asked what I was thinking about. I said, “Just wondering what part will ducks play in thwarting the apocalypse.”
There was a moment of stunned silence. Then a voice from the darkness. “They probably hold the key.”
Me: like… in their bills?
Hubby: It’s not a literal key, babe.
Me: …
Hubby: …
Me: Yeah, but if it was a literal key, where would ducks keep them?
Hubby: …
Me: … I’m trying to think of a pun.
Hubby: …How’s that going?
Me: Not well.
Hubby: *deep, long suffering sigh*
Me: Someone should make pockets for ducks.
Hubby: As long as that someone isn’t you.
Then he started snoring. I’m pretty sure he was faking it. He just didn’t want me to ask him if he knew anyone who could make pockets for ducks. Or why he wouldn’t want me to take on this daunting task.
Anyway, this is a long winded way of saying that I think @neil-gaiman is playing the long con with the ducks and they’re more important than we think.
In a very feeble attempt to prove my point, here’s a link to to a lovely gifset that I will now always think of as Crowley’s Guide to Ducks
gabriel went to aziraphale in the first place because he knew aziraphale would understand being in love with a demon
Stop it. Just… *sobs*
You’ve hurt my feeling.
