It Still Hurts That Crowley Was Still Holding Onto Hope And STAYED Despite Everything

“Words, words, words.” - Hamlet, Scene 2, Act 2.

I don't even see how it's any of my business if someone feels like using the aromantic or asexual designations while they're figuring things out. Most of us used another group's label while we were figuring out that we were asexual or aromantic.

We may have called ourselves heterosexual, heteroromantic, bisexual, biromantic, or any of dozens of other labels that “weren't yours to use” even while we know they didn't feel exactly right. We used them because they were the closest thing to right, for the time being, and it felt weird to say “I'm something, but I don't know what.” The world didn't end. The orientation whose label we borrowed didn't fall apart or lose its validity.

If asexual or aromatic feel like a close enough description, even though you're new to all of this and you're not sure if they're the right description, then seriously, use the label! Take your time. It could be the “not sure” feelings are just a lifetime of allonormativity, amatonormativity, or other normativities just wearing off, or it could be this is just the best stepping stone to an even deeper discovery. Either way, they're just words, and if aromatic an asexual are useful words, then use them!

“My arms are too long” will undoubtedly go down as one of Doctor Who’s creepiest phrases, nevertheless this line is the one that haunts me:

There’s something about the casualness of how this line is spoken that’s so deeply sinister, and Tennant’s dead-eyed, subtly malicious stare is absolutely bone-chilling

In addition to my pic for the @aceomenszine, I also did the cover art! I wanted to avoid showing a very specific portrayal of both asexuality, and of Aziraphale and Crowley themselves, so I thought a little nod to time spent together (in the asexual flag colors!) would be nice 🖤🤍💜

I also did the little bumper pieces at the end of fics through the zine, and a postcard, to match the cover motif-

Nice demon.

One day DT will drop his unhinged meta analysis of Crowley and aziracrow and it will be over for us amateurs

“Am I ssure?” Crowley hissed, pressing scalding kisses under Aziraphale’s jaw. “Six thousand years and you ask if I’m sure?” @theladyzephyr

This started as a couple of cute sketches and was going to be a quick comic (after all, the fic is less than 500 words), but well, things quickly spiraled out of control. I mean, look at them.

Cannot believe the plot of S2 was:

Aziraphale's old boss shows up completely naked & with amnesia, Aziraphale wants to adopt him and Crowley says No, then shoots fucking lighting and it literally becomes the Locked Door trope for the lesbian neighbours

Crowley's old boss turns up and is like Have you seen my boyfriend the Archangel. btw Heaven has a Death Note. And Crowley goes Ah shit and drives back to his husband's shop, does a little apology dance, then they casually do a miracle with enough power to raise TWENTY FIVE people from the dead in order to turn the Commander of the Heavenly Host into the Bookshop Assistant

Heaven rocks up and goes Um Aziraphale what the fuck was that about? and he panics and says Ah yes, I made the lesbians over the road fall in love because one of them gets my favourite records

Heaven sends an angel to verify his painfully bullshit story, but they have literally never been to Earth before so Aziraphale just makes them tea and Crowley's winds them up by being a little shit as usual. Then Crowley goes Hey husband can we have a lil chat and Aziraphale goes Yes darling let's shut the door in the most suggestive way possible, then joke about how I'm a terrible liar, but also I want to roadtrip darling so can I borrow our car? And Crowley's like Fucking fine I guess I'll try and get the lesbians to hook up & look after our new children

He's a great terrible house-spouse while Aziraphale larps in Scotland for a couple days, then Aziraphale decides to get the whole neighbourhood to role-play Jane Austin while still trying to make the lesbians shag

Then Crowley's replacement throws a brick through the window, yeets the dude who's been crushing on Aziraphale. So Crowley goes Alright husband stay put, I'll take these loser mortals outta here. Then he has a little spy mission in Heaven with one of his new children, while Aziraphale declares war on Hell to avoid ruining the good books via yeeting them at demons

The whole gang arrive, Aziraphale’s ex-boss and Crowley's ex-boss High School Musical their way off the face of the planet, then S2 ends.

That's it. Credits roll right here

the sluttiest thing a character can be is crowley in a turtleneck