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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Carl Bloch - In a Roman Osteria, 1866 (detail), oil on canvas
I LOVE the whole painting here it is:
since conclave focuses on thomas's perspective, it's reasonable that we never see a scene with just bellini and tedesco; that's not the focus of the film. however. the other reason that the narrative has to keep them six feet apart, at all times, is that putting those two alone together would immediately transform the film into a looney tunes episode of two guys strangling each other with their pectoral crosses while in the background someone attempts to, you know, discuss the nature of faith or whatever. hard to focus on the A-plot while two guys are clearly attempting to reinvent hate sex from first principles.
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MACKENYU AS RORONOA ZORO One Piece | 2.01: The Beginning and the End
let's believe it's for the distant future; i'm not alone
Fanfic recommendations 💜
It feels like a good time to celebrate some amazing fanfics I've been reading or thinking about recently, so here we go!
The Very Secret Diary of Aziraphale, angel and bookseller (T, 1.6K) by @slytherat-wonderings - a wonderful series of short diary entries from Aziraphale's perspective, charting significant moments throughout their history. It's clever, very funny, and it all makes the final entry even more poignant
Punks Without Pants (E, 64.8K so far and only 3 chapters left!) by @playdohangel - I've had the great pleasure of beta reading this fic and it's been a joy throughout. It's an extremely funny, sweet and steamy human AU focusing on 1970s Britain, the Punk and Northern Soul music scenes, and life during a turbulent time. The historical details are so immersive and I adore this BAMF Az and Punk Crowley so much 💜
The Secrets I Have Held in My Heart (M, 38K) by @thinkinginscripts - a human AU, kind of Reverse Omens, where Ezra is the one who wants to run away together but Crowley doesn't think they should. I love how grounded this fic is — these characters make terrible choices at times and that's a good thing from a narrative angle! Because it feels real and hurt people don't always do the "right" thing! Their relationship is definitely not a healthy one, but there's a lot of growth, healing, and a happy ending
The Vine Slips series (E, 342K so far) by @depraveddame - there are several parts to this and depraveddame has just started posting the last installment. Another human AU featuring Father Aziraphale, a man of waning faith, and the gardener Crowley who comes into his life, changing everything. It's beautiful, exploring the lasting impact of trauma, but also how you can find the place you belong (eventually)
This Beautiful Sin (E, 2.2K so far) by @the-ineffable-dance - a series of perfectly crafted drabbles featuring a rare pair of Lucifer/Aziraphale. They're extremely hot, often sacrilegious/priest-adjacent (literally at one point), and also filled with such softness. The writer is adding a drabble a day, so I recommend subscribing for your daily dose of incredible smut!
Getting to Know You (E, 11K) by @kneelbeforeyourdogbabylon - realising just now this is I think the 3rd Priest AU on my list, so look: I'm ex-Catholic, we all process our religious trauma in our own way and mine is enjoying beautifully written smut. And this fic is truly lovely — Aziraphale is a priest experiencing a crisis of faith when a certain demon wanders into his life bringing temptation, yes, but also something tender and loving, too
Anyway, I hope you find something here that draws you in! It's far from an exhaustive list, but these have been at the top of my mind lately - enjoy 💜
The barn was silent but for the low creak of aging wood and the occasional rustle of wind slipping through the cracks in the siding. Dust hung in the still air, disturbed only by the hurried footsteps of an angel falling from the sky.
Castiel didn’t know how he found Dean. He had only felt it—something yanked deep in his grace, a magnetic pull of worry and pain that led him here, to the outskirts of nowhere, into this forgotten place.
And then he saw him.
Dean was unresponsive. Cas found him lying on his stomach, body limp and twisted in a pitiful position on the barn floor. The sight might have bordered on absurdity, had it not been for the overwhelming flood of fear that crashed through Castiel’s vessel like a broken dam.
He dropped to his knees in front of Dean’s head, the trench coat whipping violently around them as though it too felt the panic. His hand found Dean’s cheek, trembling slightly as he turned his face gently toward him.
“Dean,” he whispered, breath barely catching in his throat. “Dean, please.”
There was no answer. No flutter of an eyelash, no groan of protest, not even the ghost of a sarcastic comment. Just the unbearable stillness.
Cas swallowed hard. The grace within him stirred, ancient and burning, already readying itself. He hadn’t done this in years.
He looked down at Dean, this human, the man who had always dragged him back from the brink, time and time again.
Now it was his turn.
With a quiet, desperate breath, Castiel leaned in – and kissed him.
The moment their lips touched, Castiel let the floodgate open.
Grace poured from him in a searing wave, ancient and blue, slipping past the veil of mortality to wrap around Dean’s soul like fire meeting gasoline. The kiss deepened as Dean's chest jolted once, then again – his fingers twitching in the dirt, breath rasping in like it was the first he’d ever taken.
Cas cupped his face, kept kissing him, pouring everything he had into it.
And then Dean was kissing him back – clumsy and dazed, first. His hands reached up, weak but urgent, curling into the front of Castiel’s shirt like he was anchoring himself to the world again
When they finally parted, their foreheads pressed together, Dean’s eyes fluttered open.
“You kissed me,” he breathed, voice rough and raw.
Castiel stilled. “I poured some of my grace into–”
Dean kissed him again.
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4.16 On the Head of a Pin [extended scene]
i am STILL sick and ended up consuming many different stanley-sergio media and continuing with the bellesco devil wears prada au or whatever just bc I miss nigel and because i can i guess
(+ me yapping under the cut)
This scene is so almost-romantic ya'll. It's an evening visit Thomas makes to Vincent's room to convince Vincent to stop voting for Thomas for pope, and to give his vote to Bellini instead.
Vincent's bedroom is lit by candles. Canonically in the book, Thomas notices how "trim" and young Vincent looks, and that his hair looks like black ink spilling across his forehead. He also wonders if Vincent does yoga by candlelight to stay in such good shape. I am not making this up.
In the film, Thomas demands that Vincent stop voting for him, and Vincent refuses, saying that Thomas is the only man he can vote for to be pope with a clear conscience. In the book he also tells Thomas that he's voted for him *five times*. He must have showed up at the conclave, taken one look at Thomas' kind, sad eyes and said THAT ONE.
This is such a romantic scene that skirts being overtly romantic in the book and film by a literal hairs' breadth. One added glance, or one touch, and it would have toppled over into the realm of fanfiction. These two love one another already, and you can tell. Every interaction they have is categorized by truth telling and the expressing of care and support. I am dying. Help.
If you’re interested in a soulmates and feminized Cardinal Lawrence Ao3 series, check out the “I Am Sick With Love” series!
Until It Pleases (rated T)
Sweet To My Taste (rated E)
Holy Father, Holy Mother (rated E)
Much More Pleasing Than Wine (rated E)
grant us a Pope who doubts 🕊