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Both kids were at friends’ houses, so I felt comfortable wearing the bikini.

Confession #15: I don’t need the attention, but I sure as hell enjoy it.

#me #my pics #confessions #mom confessions

I get really scared every time I remember some of the Beatles are alive

its okay you wont need to go through this for much longer

Where the show creators have really threaded the needle, I think—for me, for me, I know we are all still processing and opinions vary wildly—is in showing Aziraphale and Crowley grow close again. Especially given how little time there was for it in a film-length finale after the devastation of S2.

We start with their first bitter exchange, Aziraphale’s hurt pride leading him to say,

“Look, I know you’re upset with me.” “Yep.” “But I’m willing to overlook that.” (Oh come ON, angel. Come ON.) … “Close the door on your way out.” “But... you don’t have a door.” (Priceless.)

Then, though. Then. Crowley goes after Aziraphale almost immediately. And Aziraphale doesn’t expect it. Doesn’t know, at first, that it was Crowley who’d opened the door to the bookshop. Aziraphale’s “Crowley!” once he realizes it is an exhale—startled, gentle—and it absolutely murders me, the way he says Crowley’s name.

Their confessions start before that, of course—those rough, pained, raw confessions. Confessing their loss to others—sometimes, at the most inopportune times.

“I’ve lost worse things than that.”

“Heartbroken. World broken. What’s the point of anything?”

Muriel asking Aziraphale, “Why don’t you ask your… friend friend to help?” and Aziraphale hurrying to say that no, no, it’s out of the question—with that whole journey his face goes through as Muriel persists, “He might like to see you, anyway. Last time I saw him, he wasn’t in the best way, to be honest.” Then, Aziraphale finally turns to her, focused so completely on what he hears. “He seemed a bit… lost,” she goes on—and in a heartbeat, before she’s even gone out of the room, Aziraphale is miracling himself to Earth.

Mrs. Sandwich, meeting Aziraphale as he witnesses the decay of Whickber street, tells him exactly what she thinks. “You never cared for him. Or Whickber street,” she says, and Aziraphale’s face fills with pain. “I… I love—Whickber street!” he protests: not saying it, never saying it, and yet we hear the unspoken. Oh, angel.

#good omens #good omens 3 #confessions

An almost steddie fic.

“What was that?” Eddie is frozen in place, hands held out in front of him like a shield.

“It— what do you mean what was that?” Steve blinks at him. “It was a kiss— or it was going to be until you head butted me.”

He’s rubbing at his nose, the ball of it just a little red from the impact of Eddie’s forehead. He’s got that little furrow between his brows, the one that says he’s confused.

Eddie is too. More confused than Steve probably.

“Yeah… yeah I got that, Steve, I mean,” he points at Steve, finger going from the top of Steve’s head down to his socked feet. “I mean why?”

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