And They Were Streamers 👀

he’s such an asshole

- I thought you hated it here. - I do. Mostly.

FINISHED THE VAMP AU OUTLINE AT 20K

bc i'm insatiable for teasers, here's a snippet from every chapter 👀

"That was— fuckin' hell. That was something," Crowley muttered against him. It turned quickly into a laugh. "Maybe file your nails next time."

“Dick that good, huh?” she smirked. Crowley dropped his head onto the counter and groaned into his mask. It was new, slightly softer than the plain and scratchy N95s, with black-on-black snakes slithering all over it. If he was going to be sick, he might as well do it with style. “You have no idea.”

“Darling, I can’t,” Aziraphale scoffed. “You’re warded, you imbecile. I couldn’t befuddle you even if I wanted to.” The flat fell into a strained silence, punctured by their heavy gasps for breath. “...Befuddle?” Crowley leered.

Aziraphale loosened his grip around Crowley’s hips, wincing as he pried bloodied nails out of the tears in his jeans. Then he paused when his eyes fell to his hands, and he let out a strange noise. “Well that’s certainly an interesting reaction,” he murmured at the enormous swell in Crowley’s trousers. “Yeah, thanks for bringing that up.”

i’ve been writing this fic since january and i’m only 50 pages in it’s constantly on my mind which is insane bc im pretty sure my good omens hyperfixation ended a couple weeks ago (i still love it, the obsession has just gone away)

this stupid fic is never not on my mind but i can’t get myself to write it im in the depths of hell rn

Just finished Editor's Note.

Kindly,

Fuck you.

No, not kindly. You are entirely at fault.

For everything.

I have never in my life felt an emotion so strongly, one that I cannot place. The best way I could describe it, is an eagerness so tense I cannot move without letting everything out in a half-scream groan of resolution.

It's as if I am crying without tears or the rock in my throat that won't let me speak... thank you.

And thank you for the immense inspiration and elation I have for my own writing after reading this.

Now to read your Kravitz/Taako fics, I'm so excited.

this is so gratifying omg 🥺 thank you so much for reading, sorry for the not-rock in your throat 💛

I know we all think Aziraphale is gonna come back from heaven dearly missing wine and food and good music but I think he's gonna come back and immediately crawl under a blanket because he is severely overstimulated by the fucking Big Light energy in heaven.

Those fluorescent overhead lights and the sheer brightness of this place absolutely do not mesh with the autisms, I mean look at his bookshop!! Dim and muted. Poor thing

reading straight fanfiction feels icky

do you guys ever like forget you're interested in something until you start engaging with it again and you go "oh wait i'm like crazy crazy about this yeah"

i have a spreadsheet for every fic ive read this year and its all categorized by like a dozen dif things it’s my pride and joy

I stare at the screen for hours, trying to make the words come out, but they won't. I can't compel myself to take a break, because there's this voice screaming at me from the base of my brain...

"You've been told you're a great writer, and you want to be a published author. But all you have to show for it after forty-four years are a dozen crash-and-burn writing projects. When you have the time to write, you don't, for a host of reasons. If you don't have something written by the time you die--which comes closer with every passing day--you've wasted your gifts, you've wasted all the effort people put into educating you, and you've wasted your life. So sit down and WRITE, you worthless piece of shit!"

How do you get past the paralysis caused by the obligation to produce? Is there a way to trick your brain and your body into writing? Or do you just slog on through, no matter how long you have to sit there to get a thousand words a day out?

Perhaps you could try to be kinder to yourself.

I always give myself permission to write or to do nothing at all (staring out of the window or at a wall is okay). After a while spent staring at a wall it's often easier to write.

Remember if you write a page a day -- 300 words -- at the end of a year you'll have a 100,000 word novel.

oh my god i finally thought of a vampire au that i'm completely unhinged for. i am about to be so insufferable about this

vampire aziraphale x vampire hunter crowley. and no, neither of them realise they're hereditary enemies when they hook up. they're dorks and idiots your honour.