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[askaziraphaleandcrowley]

Aziraphale, I live I Oregon and watching the weather channel is practically the state pastime. It’s fun because the weather here can be raining then sunny then sunny all within an hour. You should ask Crowley to get the app on his mobile phone so you can check the weather when you’re away from the shop.

Aziraphale: Oh, how wonderful! Crowley dear, what is an ‘app’?

Crowley: It’s short for apple so it’s something you can only get on iPhones.

Aziraphale: Ah, and your mobile device isn’t one of those?

Crowley: Nope.

Aziraphale: Oh, that’s a shame.

Crowley: Yeah...

Aziraphale: I suppose I could always get myself one of those though, couldn’t I?

Crowley: Wait, what?

[aziraphales-library]

At one point you mentioned a neat trick for searching up fanfics you couldn’t remember the name of. Could really use a refresher on how to do that right about now.

Hey there!

Google has this thing you can do that’s a site search. You set it up like this:

site:archiveofourown.org

or whatever website you are planning on using. After that, you can use code words to search whatever site it is. Separate these words with commas, and if it’s more than one word, put quotations around the words so they stay together. For example, my last site search.

site:archiveofourown.org "good omens", office, seduce

I hope you find what you’re looking for!

~Mod P

[azfell-and-co]

Hi Aziraphale. Wondering if you had any advice for someone who’s not very good in a job position everyone’s expecting them to be great at.

Hello there dear follower!

I most certainly do. I have found over time that humans have a horrible habit of putting too much pressure on themselves. Perhaps others expectations of who or how you should be are simply not as important as you might make them out to be. Look inward, dear follower. If the job is not a good fit, perhaps your destiny is somewhere else.

I do hope this helps. Sending lots of love and positivity your way.

[sunnie-anon]

Hi could your write something involving Race saving the reader somehow? Thanks!

i gotchu boo. i am HERE for angst.

Your Hero

race x reader (canon)

a/n: i had so much trouble writing this for some reason and i kind of hate it but it’s fine, i hope you all enjoy it. Even my angst turns into fluff and I can’t believe it. sorry it took forever also! i had a lot of school work and then got sick.

warnings: some blood mentions

word count: 1k

edited?: yes | no | kinda

It was nothing really, you were just a little hungry was all. It had been bitterly cold for days and by no means was that working any wonders when it came to selling. The lack of customers meant that money was particularly tight and money being tight meant stepping back to one small meal a day. You would be fine. It was just for a week or so. That would’ve been fine, if you had a normal eating routine every other week of the year.

Race knew you weren’t fine. Hunger was an affliction he had seen far too many times before. He could spot it on his girl’s face from a mile away: the dull eyes, wobbly legs, head obviously spinning. He questioned you before you went selling for the day.

“You don’t look so good, doll. You ok to sell?”

“Yeah,‘m fine,” it came out a little quieter than you wanted. You couldn’t be kept from selling. A day of not selling meant even less money for the food you so desperately needed.

“You sure?”

“I said I’m fine,” you snapped now, more defensive than you wanted. He raised his hands in defense.

“Alright then.”

He shouldn’t have given in so easily.

You were fine for the selling day, just a little unsteady on your feet, mind running a bit slow, making it hard to make up good headlines to sell. That was all it was until you reached your last couple of papers. You felt the edges of your vision going dark and started as fast as you could for the lodge. You couldn’t let it happen here. The streets were no place for a young, homeless girl to be left unconscious. But you didn’t make it there. At about halfway you stumbled, the dark edges of your vision took over and the world went black.

Race was a beyond energetic being, but in intense situations he tried to stay calm, nonchalant. He was the easygoing, “don’t sweat it” one. He didn’t panic. But now? That demeanor was out the window. They had sent Mush and Jojo out to look for you an hour ago with no luck thus far and Race was getting antsy. He walked in circles, stood up and sat down, took his cigar in and out of his mouth, never getting comfortable. It happened all at once. He slammed both hands against the chair he sat on, spat “That’s it” and stomped out the door. The others tried to call after him but to no avail. 

It was a mere two or three minutes of walking before he came across a defeated Mush and Jojo. 

“Sorry, Racer. We looked all around her spot. Couldn’t-” Mush started immediately, running a hand across the back of his neck. But Race pushed past them, talking as he sped forward. “She ain’t been selling in her normal spot. She’d be this way.” 

“Do you want us to-” Jojo began, but Race didn’t give him the chance, he sprinted down the street, calling your name. No response.

He didn’t have to worry much longer, it was only a few minutes more before he found you crumpled on the ground of an alley, bleeding from where your head had hit the ground. He cursed, hurrying to kneel beside you. He repeated your name, softer now, brushing hair away from your face and the injury, trying to wake you up. Nothing. He cursed again, gently picking you up, being especially careful of the intimidating gash on the side of your head. He was no doctor, but he didn’t like the look of it one bit. 

“C’mon, (Y/N), stay with me,” was his mantra as he sped back to the Lodge. 

He couldn’t be consoled, couldn’t be torn away from where you laid limp on your bunk, a thick bandage wrapped around your head. It was the early hours of the morning but he refused to sleep, even when his tired eyes threatened to close. He had to be there when you woke up. He needed to be there to give you the food they scrounged up for you and to tell you how sorry he was for letting you go. He felt responsible. He knew you shouldn’t have been out selling in your state, but he let you go out anyway. 

He swore he felt you stir and his heart stopped. 

“What happened?” he heard your voice now, weak but clear. He sighed in relief, leaning in to leave a long kiss on your forehead before responding.

“You ain’t been taking care of yourself, doll. You passed out after sellin’ and hit your head.” You reached up to touch the bandage. “Scared me to death.” 

“’m sorry,” you didn’t meet his eye, “That’s why I didn’t say nothing. Didn’t want you worrying. Guess it didn’t work huh?”

“Don’t keep stuff like that from me. I would’ve helped you and wouldn’t ‘a thought less of you for it neither. We’ve all been there, but I’m here for ya, alright? I’d never let you go hungry, we’ll figure something out.”

“Alright,” you agreed with a small smile, just noticing the food that was on the table beside you. You licked your lips.

“Hungry?” You gave him a side-eye.

“Yeah, stupid question, sorry.” You laughed and moved to sit up while he grabbed the plate, helping you finally get some much needed food in your stomach. Of course, that was not before making you give him a kiss before he’d hand over the bread. You rolled your eyes but humored him anyway, leaving a lingering kiss on his lips. 

“My hero,” you sighed as you bit into the bread he handed over. He raised an eyebrow.

“That’s what it took for me to be your hero? Not finding you, not carrying you home? Bread?”

You just laughed, placing a content kiss to his cheek before taking another bite, the two of you watching as the world slowly woke up around you.

[cottagecori]

Sorry things are bothering you, friend. Here is a hug. ((submitted by @joyismycenter))

thank you darling ♥

[enthusiasticmusicalquotes]

AND HIS FINGERS FLEW AND THE FABRIC SWIRLED IT WAS NINE FIFTEEN ALL AROUND THE WOOOOOOOOOOOOORLD

[dreamsofsantafe]

if your muse is a newsie, does that make them a musie?

{I just choked on my water. and it was worth it.

and yes. yes it does. 

[the-king-of-fun]

(joycethejoyspirit) "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you and the groundhog were in cahoots," Joyce teased. "Seriously, six more weeks of winter?"

“Maybe, maybe not? It would be a good team up, now wouldn’t it?” He looked at with a playful, devious, grin. “C’mon, it’s not that bad and soon you’ll see kids searching around for Bunny’s previous ‘googies’.”