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    "Look, the whole of London's cracking up," she told him. "I'm finding it hard enough to work as it is without my commute being screwed up by the buses going on strike, and half my books turning into birds. That angel is wrecking everything, but in particular, my life - and you're too busy hating yourself to open your eyes and deal with it. I'm telling you, it has to stop."

    "Is that all still happening?" Crowley said vaguely. "But I found him."

    "Oh my God, you can tell you don't commute," Anathema said. "The buses went on strike, Mr. Crowley."

    "That's perfectly normal for London. You'll learn."

    "You're not listening! Not the drivers, the buses. They're organising - meeting in secret, holding little candlelight vigils. Nobody else really knows what's going on - everyone's just assuming it's, like, general TfL incompetence or something - but it's only a matter of time. So what are you going to do about it?"

    "Er... have they submitted a list of their demands?" Crowley said helplessly.

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    24 May 2025

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    incredibly accurate portrail of Crowley - most accurate one I have seen.

    2nd reread:The love I have for this book is impalpable; the hate I have for Tolly is strongly tangible. (fuck him, male manipulator no. 1). My comment: "this MIGHT be my favourite writing style - or at least up there. I love this fic so much. The amount of incredible quotes and hilarious jokes, both with and without context, are innumberable. How you managed to invent, re-design (or just plain stumble upon) so many gemstones and make them fit into this fic, as if they never could have belonged elsewhere? That is out of this world (and the ones above or below it). The plot is spectacular, the charachterization is spot on, and the medley of various fictional formats stitches itself perfectly into this mitch-match story of consciousness and connection. I could say so much more, but I think, you get the gist of it. Thanks for everything, mwah x"

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    Aziraphale's book-sorting strategies are maddeningly obscure, Crowley's got snake eyes which are tragically bad at reading, and the local vicar is a little bit bored.

    When the new retiree at the end of the lane asks Father John for a hand in solving a mystery around his house, it seems like a benign enough offer. Read some books, gather some intel, occasionally attend a clandestine meeting in a leaky old garden shed. Surely nothing can go too wrong.

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    20 Jan 2026

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    Really lovely story, with an "oh but of course!" reveal at the end.

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    Aziraphale and Crowley are racing to stop the apocalypse by scheming to get Gabriel and Beelzebub together. It's not going to be easy to spark a romance between an angel and a demon who have seemingly nothing in common, but luckily, falling madly in love with an archenemy is something Aziraphale and Crowley have experience with. If only they could admit it to each other before the end of the world.

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    07 Mar 2026

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    TheOldAquarian as always raising the standard for a good fic. The humour is great, everything is great (if not eerily reminiscent of season 2). The ending got a bit confusing for a sec, but in the end it made sense and worked itself out as everything always does and will with these two.

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    Finally, Aziraphale spoke. “You mean to say— you got us married?”

    “Just as a precaution, I never really thought I’d end up discorporated again, it’d been ages, you just don’t get stampedes or assassinations like you used to —”

    “You got us married, and you didn’t tell me?”

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    Crowley gets inconveniently discorporated. And it’s not like it’s ever been easy to get a new body, but this time around, things really aren’t looking good. His new innuendo-obsessed lust-demon of a coworker honestly isn’t helping things.

    Meanwhile, Aziraphale has a dead body to contend with, and an occult mortician & his very normal daughter to fend off. What lengths will he go to in order to get Crowley back to Earth?

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    16 May 2025

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    lovely

    (?? reread): "Because maybe the greatest kink of all… is true love" go yasti go

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    Without any more assignments coming from Downstairs, Crowley is struck with a bad case of the doldrums.

    It takes a bit of trial and error, but eventually a solution is found.

    (Or: the one where Crowley becomes an Uber driver.)

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    22 Jan 2026

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    can't ever forget the greats