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[zeldahime]

Highway to Pail Day 28

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February 28: Shellfie.

Moving to the South Downs wasn't a permanent change—for beings as old as they were, nothing like this could be—but it went along with the real permanent change: that Aziraphale and Crowley could be together publicly, loudly, and nobody in Heaven or Hell could take it away from them or stop them. Aziraphale wouldn't Fall, neither of them would be tortured or punished or killed. They didn't have to duck around anymore, meeting in plausibly deniable ways. Crowley didn't have to leave the bookshop through the back in the dead of night so he could be seen emerging from his flat in the morning. Aziraphale didn't have to meticulously track every miracle he performed in the hopes of not exceeding his budget. They could hold hands.

Being allowed to touch, in public, was utterly intoxicating to them both.

And touch they did. Not just holding hands: Aziraphale was allowing his hair to grow, no longer required to keep it regulation-short, and Crowley fussed over it constantly, tying and untying and brushing and straightening and brushing flyaways into place; Aziraphale fixed Crowley's collar and cuffs, straightened his ties and scarves and pins. They walked arm-in-arm, like was once fashionable, or with arms around shoulders and waists, or hands resting on lower backs. When they talked they leaned in, hands on forearms, cheeks brushing.

They both smiled more, and more genuinely, truly and perfectly happy like neither of them had been since their creations; even more so, really, for all the years of experience behind them and for the pleasure of each other's love and company.

On a bright sunny spring day, Crowley suggested they go to down to the coast, and Aziraphale smiled and packed a picnic, and off they went.

The Bentley blasting You're My Best Friend on a loop the whole way (which irritated Aziraphale much more than Crowley, who was used to it), they headed straight down to Selsey to look out over the channel and get their toes wet. Aziraphale had changed into an old swimming costume, cream and powder blue alternating stripes ending at the elbows and knees, which he'd probably had since old Bertie had crowned at least; Crowley remained in his regular miracled suit, and intended to simply snap into a speedo if they went swimming.

Aziraphale's hand rested just above Crowley's knee the entire way, except when Crowley took sharp turns at a hundred miles per hour, when it did not rest so much as desperately cling for dear life.

The beach was deserted despite the sunshine, still too chilly to draw in human crowds. Aziraphale and Crowley walked along the coast hand-in-hand, looking out over the sea toward the Isle of Wight, the conversation meandering from the mechanics of plate tectonics (which neither of them understood) to a dinner party they once attended with Plato, from a confused discussion of Wales and whales to the plot of a Doctor Who episode Aziraphale had watched in 2007. This led Crowley to recount a blessing he'd done while stateside with the Dowlings, which reminded Aziraphale of a temptation he'd done in Czechoslovakia in 1983, which reminded Crowley of selfies. Crowley'd had a hand in selfies, tempting a young photographers to a bit of vanity, and it had succeeded beyond his wildest dreams.

His phone was in his hands before he could finish his thought. He interrupted Aziraphale recounting the svíčková he'd had at a bistro in Prague with a command to "Smile, angel!" This earned him a confused look, Aziraphale turning to ask him why, blurrily captured with the tap of a button and a recorded sound effect of a shutter click.

"Whatever are you doing, Crowley?" Aziraphale asked crossly, irritated at the interruption, and Crowley showed him the screen.

The blurry photograph was a nightmare of composition, but Aziraphale immediately loved it more than any in the world, save one. Crowley was smiling, his eyes crinkled at the edge of his sunglasses, one arm visibly extended to hold the phone and the other intertwined with Aziraphale's, Aziraphale clearly beginning to face him. The first photograph of them had been taken at a moment of temporary relief, taken by an enemy and intended to be used against them. The second was pure freedom, pure happiness, taken by Crowley himself, simply because he'd wanted to.

"Oh," Aziraphale said, voice shaky.

"Yeah," was Crowley's equally shaky reply.

"My dear Crowley, you must print this out when we return to the cottage."

"I—Angel, this isn't the only one this phone can take, we can have a better—"

"I certainly hope we will, my dear Crowley," Aziraphale said softly. "And I want to print this one."

They looked at the phone, and then at each other, and smiled.

"Yeah. We'll print it."

Aziraphale had it framed. It hung as a set with an old photograph from the Second World War in their library, above a yellow Georgian chaise that held a mismatched throw blanket and cushion, one in red-and-black tartan and the other patterned with cream and blue snakes.

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Author's note: This is what came up when I googled "czech food" and HOLY MACARONI IT SOUNDS DELICIOUS. I will be looking for a Czech restaurant that serves svíčková in my area stat.

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[do-it-with-style-events]

Highway to Pail: Prompts!

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[rainwritings]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens) Additional Tags: Bookshop Snake Crowley (Good Omens), Snake Crowley (Good Omens), Pre-Good Omens (TV) Season 2, Anxious Aziraphale (Good Omens), Aziraphale's Bookshop (Good Omens), Amused Crowley (Good Omens), One Shot, Fluff and Humor Series: Part 27 of do it with style presents - highway to pail Summary:

The customer slowly relaxes, arms falling back to his sides, shoulders moving to their usual position. As he does so, he also starts moving closer to Crowley, who narrows his eyes at the human’s hand, moving independently closer, but allows it.

“Say… is the snake used to being handled?” asks the human.

***

A customer comes into Aziraphale’s shop, and finds Crowley dozing in snake-form along the shelves. He takes more of an interest in the snake than anyone expected.

Written for day 27 of @do-it-with-style-events Highway to Pail!

#good omens #good omens fanfiction #aziraphale/crowley #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #crowley #do it with style events #highway to pail

[needabetternamelater]

I need a cup of coffee before I can espresso my feelings

Aziraphale puts his book down to find that he is alone in the bed and goes on the search for Crowley. When found, Crowley is….well...apparently playing poker with himself? There is no expression anyway (also, he is serpent-shaped for some reason) The angel watches his husband drink from his bowl before the demon launches himself at his husband in the best approxmation of a hug he can manage right now. Ah yes, of course thinks Aziraphale – obviously Crowley needed his bowl of coffee before the latter could espresso his feelings.

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[todaysdocument]

"A Chicken in Every Pot" political ad and rebuttal article in New York Times

Collection HH-HOOVH: Herbert Hoover PapersSeries: Herbert Hoover Papers: Clippings File

This is the advertisement that caused Herbert Hoover's opponents to state that he had promised voters a chicken in every pot and two cars in every garage during the campaign of 1928. During the campaign of 1932, Democrats sought to embarrass the President by recalling his alleged statement. According to an article in the New York Times (10/30/32), Hoover did not make such a statement. The report was based on this ad placed by a local committee -- which only mentions one car!

A Chicken for Every Pot [handwritten] World[?] 30 October 1928 [/handwritten] The Republican Party isn't a [italics] "Poor Man's Party:" [/italics] Republican prosperity has erased that degrading phrase from our political vocabulary. The Republican Party is [italics] equality's [/italics] party -- [italics] opportunity's [/italics] party -- [italics] democracy's [/italics] party, the party of [italics] national [/italics] development, not [italics] sectional [/italics] interests-- the [italics] impartial [/italics] servant of every State and condition in the Union. Under higher tariff and lower taxation, America has stabilized output, employment and dividend rates. Republican efficiency has filled the workingman's dinner pail -- and his gasoline tank [italics] besides [/italics] -- made telephone, radio and sanitary plumbing [italics] standard [/italics] household equipment. And placed the whole nation in the [italics] silk stocking class. [/italics] During eight years of Republican management, we have built more and better homes, erected more skyscrapers, passed more benefactory laws, and more laws to regulate and purify immigration, inaugurated more conservation measures, more measures to standardize and increase production, expand export markets, and reduce industrial and human junk piles, than in any previous quarter century. Republican prosperity is written on [italics] fuller [/italics] wage envelops, written in factory chimney smoke, written on the walls of new construction, written in savings bank books, written in mercantile balances, and written in the peak value of stocks and bonds. Republican prosperity has [italics] reduced [/italics] hours and [italics] increased [/italics] earning capacity, silenced [italics] discontent, [/italics] put the proverbial "chicken in every pot." And a car in every backyard, to boot. It has[italics] raised [/italics] living standards and [italics] lowered [/italics] living costs. It has restored financial confidence and enthusiasm, changed [italics] credit [/italics] from a [italics] rich [/italics] man's privilege to a [italics] common [/italics] utility, [italics] generalized[/italics] the use of time-saving devices and released women from the thrall of [italics] domestic drudgery. [/italics] It has provided every county in the country with its concrete road and knitted the highways of the nation into a [italics] unified [/italics] traffic system. Thanks to Republican administration, farmer, dairyman and merchant can make deliveries in [italics] less [/italics] time and at [italics] less [/italics] expense, can borrow [italics] cheap [/italics] money to refund exorbitant mortgages, and stock their pastures, ranges and shelves. Democratic management [italics] impoverished [/italics] and [italics] demoralized [/italics] the [italics] railroads,[/italics] led packing plants and tire factories into [italics] receivership, [/italics] squandered billions on [italics] impractical [/italics] programs. Democratic maladministration issued [italics] further [/italics] billions of mere "scraps of paper," then encouraged foreign debtors to believe that their loans would never be called, and bequeathed to the Republican Party the job of [italics] mopping up the mess. [/italics] Republican administration has [italics] restored [/italics] to the railroads solvency, efficiency and par securities. It has brought rubber trades through panic and chaos, brought down the prices of crude rubber by smashing [italics] monopolistic rings,[/italics] put the tanner's books in the [italics] black [/italics] and secured from the European powers formal acknowledgment of their obligations. The Republican Party rests its case on a record of stewardship and performance. [full transcription at link]

#archivesgov #1930s #October 30 #1932 #1932 election #herbert hoover

[thecorpselight]

At sea they take the form of sudden squalls, waterspouts, and spindrift columns, which cause wrecks and drowning, driving, besides, the fish from the shallows into deep water, so that the fisherman baits his lines in vain. n land their object is to check and crush back vegetation into its state of mid-winter torpidity; but failing in this, they swirl about in clouds of dust, which, being inhaled, causes grievous sickness in man and beast. Against the demon of the dust-cloud, as it swirls along the highway, a wise man will take this precaution: as it approaches, you are instantly to close your eyes and mouth as tightly as possible, at the same time turning your back upon it until it has swept by, mentally repeating - for you are not to open your mouth, nor as much as breathe, as long as you can help it - this rhyme: - "Gach cuman a's mias a's meadar Gu Pol, gu Peadair 'sgu Bride; Dion, a's seun a's gleidh mi 'o ole 'so chunnart, Air a bheallach, 's air a mhullach 'Sair an tullaich ud thall; Pol a's Peadair a's Bride caomh!" These old rhymes and incantations, abrupt and inconsecutive as they frequently are, and with such recondite allusions, are extremely difficult to translate, though to the competent Gaelic scholar and antiquary the general drift and meaning may be plain and patent enough. The above lines are something like this: - "Be the care of milk-pail, and bowl, and cog Given to Peter and Paul and Saint Bride: Wherever I wander protect me, ye Saints! Let not evil or harm me betide; Hear me, Peter and Paul, and gentle Saint Bride!" Twixt Ben Nevis and Glencoe: The Natural History, Legends, and Folk-Lore of the West Highlands. Alexander Stewart.

#scottish folklore #hymns and incantations #folklore #protective charms #folk prayer #saints #saint bride #saint peter #saint paul

[diaperliebe]

Beach vacation Part 1

Honey and I needed some vacation and decided to go to the Baltic Sea for a week. Lazing on the beach, taking walks and sleeping long. For me, that clearly meant wearing diapers the entire vacation. Honey packed our suitcase the night before the trip without me being there and we loaded it into the trunk with several diaper packs and inserts.

On the day of departure, we got up around 5am for the long drive. Honey showered while I prepared breakfast. We ate a quick snack together and Honey sent me to the bathroom for a shower. I took off my thick nighttime-diaper package, carefully rolled it up, and tossed it into the diaper pail we had purchased by now. I showered, dried off, and put on lotion. Suddenly Honey was standing in the bathroom: "Hurry up, we want to go, come on the changing table so that I can get you ready. I ran behind her naked as I was and laid down on our changing table. I was surprised to see Honey get a Northshore Megamax and two liners out of the closet and protest, "Anyone can see that, there's no pants to make the diaper invisible."

"Baby," Honey said, "first of all, no one knows you on vacation, so it doesn't matter, you don't have to be embarrassed that you still need diapers, and second of all, I don't feel like putting you in a dry one on the trip."

I swallowed, but had the diaper put on and stood back up. When I saw what clothes Honey had picked out for me, I had to swallow again. There was a t-shirt and a pair of cotton sports shorts. My diapered butt was unmissable in them, the shirt too short to cover anything. Honey pressed on, and so just a few minutes later we were in the car headed for the ocean. The drive would take about seven hours. After two hours we headed for a rest stop for the first time. "I have to pee and I like a coffee" Honey said. I steered the car into the parking lot and Honey told me her plan, "Baby, I'm going to the bathroom and you're going to get us coffee and sit down in the shade at the table up ahead." "With the diaper pack?", I protested knowing full well that Honey would not budge. So I gathered my courage, went into the rest stop and ordered two cappucinos. I felt like all the people who were also at the big rest stop were staring at my diapered butt. A little later, however, I was sitting at the table under the shade of a big tree. And Honey was also already on her way to join me.

We were quietly drinking our coffee when an elderly couple asked if they could join us. Shady spots were scarce on this summer morning. Honey said yes and the two sat down and unpacked the breakfast they had brought with them. I had already seen the woman while getting coffee, she was right behind me in line.

At some point she turned to Honey and addressed her, "Excuse me, I don't mean to be indiscreet, but you do realize that by now there are more discreet incontinence diapers than the ones your husband wears." I blushed. Honey remained perfectly composed. I admire her for that. "Oh, you know, I realize that, but I specifically wrapped him in a thick diaper with a insert because we have a long drive ahead of us and it's just uncomfortable to change him in the back seat. Plus, sometimes he doesn't tell me in time when his diaper is full and I don't want a mess on the seat."

Our tablemate had to digest the announcement for a moment, then replied "But surely he can diaper himself in a restroom." "You know how men are. Mine isn't really careful about that, so I'd rather do it. Then I'm relatively sure there won't be any accidents."

The second man at our table looked over at me with pity. I felt ashamed. The woman sitting next to me laughed, "yes, we have to organize the men already, otherwise it won't work."

"Exactly," Honey replied, turning to me, "have you wet yourself much?" "No," I answered truthfully. We took our last sip of coffee, said our goodbyes, and got back in the car.

After a total of six hours of driving, Honey was due for her next pee break. Again we left the highway to a rest area. This time I was allowed to sit in the car first and waited for Honey. The rest area was very busy. Long distance truckers, business travelers and vacationers were running around, getting ice cream and drinks and also taking pee breaks.

Finally Honey returned and came to the driver's side window where I was sitting. "Come on, let me keep driving," she said through the open window. I got out and was going to run to the passenger side, but Honey stopped me, "wait a minute baby, how's your diaper doing by the way." "It's all good," I replied, "the package is thick enough."

Honey didn't seem to believe me. In a flash, she grabbed my waistband and pulled down my gym shorts so that everyone around could see me in my diaper. She first felt the front of my crotch and then asked me to turn around and bend forward a bit. Then she patted my diapered bottom and I was allowed to pull my pants back up. "They'll last until tonight," Honey said, visibly pleased as I turned back around. And I saw the incredulous looks of the bystanders. It was so embarrassing.

We drove on and reached our destination after another break in the early afternoon.

Since Honey had booked a small cottage, we had to go shopping first. Bravely I trotted Honey with my meanwhile well wet diaper package under the looks of the other shoppers through the supermarket behind, until we had everything for an evening barbeque and the breakfast of the next days together.

The house Honey had chosen was beautiful, it had a small private garden with barbecue, sitting area and deck chairs it smelled of the sea and the beach was within walking distance. Luckily Honey took over the handing over of the keys by the landlord and I could stay in the car.

We cleaned out our stuff and settled in. Honey finally came out of the bedroom and had replaced her top with a bikini top and her pants with a short skirt. She looked sexy and I had to be careful not to swell anything painful in my cage under the diaper. "Come on baby," she said, "here we are undisturbed and it's hot. Take off your shirt and pants, it's enough to wear your diaper here in the house." I obeyed, of course, and gave the barbequemaster in a heavy and full megamax with my sexy Honey.

I love my Honey very much.

❤️😘❤️

#Diapered #diaperboy #mdlbkink #ab/dl #ab/dl lifestyle #windel #windeln

[lyonvest96]

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[wherethesunrisesliberation]

East of Eden

By Atticus, Tove Lo & One Direction

I wandered around the kiddie pool

Then I dove into the deep end

And I drown when the flood came

I wished I knew then

That Adam’s sin

Is my sin

I missed when

The crocodile talking on a tree

And the alligators guard the garden

I keep my hen

In the man’s den

It was back when

We were in Missouri

It was a wild day

In Sin City

Drunken on your mother, Eve

That we got chased out

On the highway east of Eden

I was so high out of my mind

That I thought we were running for our lives

From The LORD’S cherub

And I winced and cried

From his flaming sword

And I swore to the sky

I’ve become a whore

To the cursed ground

From whence I come

I go to again

And I cried to the sky

I live and die

When paradise’s lost

My skin can’t grow no moss

And this is the cost

Bring me the pail, hun

I’m dripping sweat and tears

‘til this blood turns to rye

Your brows tend to shy away

And your eyes

Would slide away into the sky

When my back

Would lack faith

So I send my prayers to the sky

All the way to heaven high

And the Devil is still in his guise

And I would cry

For I was King of Dominion

And now paradise’s lost

Toil and hoar is the cost

That we got chased out

On the highway east of Eden

I was so high out of my mind

That I thought we were running for our lives

From The LORD’S cherub

And I winced and cried

From his flaming sword

And I swore to the sky

I’ve become a whore

To the cursed ground

From whence I come

I go to again

And I cried to the sky

I live and die

When paradise’s lost

My skin can’t grow no moss

And this is the cost

And this is the cost

Yeah this is the cost

Written Atticus, Tove Lo & Taylor

[leatherbark]

Mamasan’s Water

reduction linocut print

Phu Bai lies along Highway One, a north to south artery crowded with drab green military transport belching exhaust in the low rumble of diesel engines. Third Medical Battalion field hospital sits just west of the airstrip control tower. Doctors, corpsmen, and Marines receive casualties from nearby operations, working an exhausting eighty-hour week.

Hardbacks,* their metal too-hot-to-touch roof, radiates suffocating heat upon its twenty residents. Mamasan, a cleaning lady, comes and goes without notice. A loose fitting white blouse and ebony pajamas cling to her thin, aging figure. Mutual indifference prevails, communication limited to “numa wa, numa te” (number one-good, number ten, bad). Steve, a fellow Marine veteran, recalls, “She was tiny and her teeth black from Betel nut addiction. She seemed to always be shuffling through the compound, with a bundle or basket of something.”

Each morning, she drew from the well and walked a hundred meters around strands of concertina, toting five-gallon buckets with a quang ganh (bamboo carrying pole). In the afternoon shade, she washed fatigues.

After a trying twelve hour night shift, the relentless stifling heat gives no hint of relief. Mamasan’s reservoir offers a tantalizing remedy. In her brief absence, I sluice down, emptying a whole container. She’s beside herself, flailing arms, wailing in a loud, shrill voice. To the western ear, no language suits this scene better than Vietnamese. A callous foreign monster robs a poor grandmother of precious, hard won resource. There’s no denying it.

Shouldering the pole, she follows me to the well. Bringing up the pail from that depth proves tiring. Full cans weigh seventy pounds, like a pack carried on a field operation. Flexible bamboo demands balance, technique as much as strength. They soon begin swinging in the opposite direction, spilling the contents, a little at first, then radical motion threatens the entire load. A second try fails. Mamasan eyes me with contempt. Every ten-year-old child uses a quang ganh. I refill and carry each bucket, the ultimate humiliation.

This minor incident marks a slight change in a long hardened view, one of loathing born of experience in the bush with 3rd Platoon. After departing the country, random events continued eroding the wall of prejudice. You may see a happy ending here, but what if luck dealt out a different hand? Pity the victims of bigotry if they have to wait for accidental circumstances to alter our behavior.

*The standard all purpose Seabee built plywood and corrugated tin shelter at forward bases.

[onkar]

Mending Yard

By: Abu Siddik The orange sun is peeping throughThe twisted branches,Trucks, buses, and cars are speedingOn the highway The old man by the road is mending the yard—Carrying a bag of white sand, a pail of water,A piece of wood to batter the sand Bent-back, beaten limbs, circled byColumns of smoke and dust, he is mending yard—A rickety cycle, a pair of used tires hanging from aLeaning bamboo…

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Highway to Pail Day 11

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February 11: I heard they're looking for someone to perform in The Sound of Music. It's a Trapp.

It had been four hours since Crowley had sauntered into the bookshop, kidnapped an angel, and taken him out to dinner and a show. He'd wined and Aziraphale had dined at the Savoy, talking about nothing and everything. After Aziraphale finished dessert, Crowley had produced two box tickets to the new Rodgers & Hammerstein on the West End, a show about a nun outwitting some Nazis, and preened under Aziraphale's twinkling smile. In the dark box, they sat with just a scant inch between them. An important inch, an unbridgeable inch, but so much closer than they ever could be in the light of day in public or trust themselves to be in the gentle privacy of the bookshop.

About five minutes after curtain, Crowley realized he had made a terrible mistake.

How do you solve a problem like Maria? sang the nuns on stage behind Maria's back, and Aziraphale pulled away from the relaxed warmth of watching a silly musical together to sit impossibly straighter, arms retracting to set his palms neatly flat against his lap, legs moving from slightly spread as though at parade rest to heels together at attention. Crowley turned to look at his face, and his expression had gone totally blank, a terrible neutrality he hadn't seen in years.

In fact, the last time he'd seen Aziraphale with such a careful lack of any expressions at all, he'd just returned from his centenary performance review in Heaven, and he'd then avoided Crowley entirely for five years.

If Aziraphale spooked like that again just because Crowley hadn't vetted the dumb musical....

That unbreachable inch became a yawning chasm.

Then the nuns stared at Maria as she tripped, not offering a hand up, judgement written on their faces.

Crowley took a deep breath, unnecessary but steadying, and looked straight forward as he reached over and placed his hand on top of Aziraphale's, heart in his throat. "Alright there, angel?" he whispered, squeezing lightly.

Aziraphale didn't answer, but he didn't push Crowley away either. When the Mother Abbess and Maria sang about their favorite things, he flipped his hand over and squeezed Crowley back.

They stayed like that through the first act, hand-in-hand, as Maria and the von Trapp children pranced and sang across the stage, as Maria and the Captain began to fall in love, as the Nazis threatened Anchluss. At the end of the act, as Maria packed her bags to return to the monastery.

Aziraphale's grip was like iron when the Countess or whatever told Maria that Captain von Trapp was in love with her.

Even when the house lights came up for intermission, he didn't let go for nearly two minutes. When he did, Crowley only moved his hand to the armrest, allowing human propriety but not wanting to retract altogether.

"Well, this is dull," he drawled. "Thought there'd be more fighting Nazis and less mooning over them. The war wasn't like this anywhere I was. What do you say we get out of here, angel?"

Aziraphale visibly shook himself. "I'm sure Leisl... well. Yes. Let's. I must be getting back to the bookshop." Aziraphale didn't look at him. "Early day tomorrow."

The short ride back to the bookshop in the Bentley seemed to take an eternity. With the space between them restored, Aziraphale seemed a million miles away in the passenger's seat, silent as a mouse. When they arrived, Crowley walked him to the door, wanting to fuss but knowing he wasn't allowed, that it would just make Aziraphale feel even more closely watched and anxious about Heavenly surveillance.

"Thank you for dinner," Aziraphale finally said, turning to look at him after unlocking the door. "I'm sorry the show wasn't up to your expectations." His gaze dropped, and Crowley again felt the urge to reach across, to comfort his friend in such clear distress. To hold his hand, to kiss his worries away, to pet his fluffy hair until he forgot all about Heaven and Hell and all the reasons they shouldn't. He did nothing except hold his breath. Aziraphale met his eyes again, the moment passing them by. "Good night, Crowley," Aziraphale said in a low voice, nearly a whisper, and vanished into the shop.

The Bentley hit 150 as he tore out of London, running like a bat out of Hell from the way the night had turned so sour.

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[do-it-with-style-events]

Highway to Pail!

Do-It-with-Style Events Presents: Highway to Pail, a casual month-long prompt event for the Good Omens fandom starting February 1st!

What is Highway to Pail? Pail, or “Pun Jail”, is a role given to people who commit pun crimes in the Do it With Style Events Discord Server. Highway to Pail is an event run by DIWS during the month of February. Every day has a different pun assigned to it for participants to use as prompts for new fanworks.

Wait, what’s a pun? At its most simple, a pun is a play on words, or a joke that exploits the different possible meanings of a word, or rhyming words. Prompts for Highway to Pail will include phrases, jokes, and images that all rely on double meanings!

So is it just a month of crack? Not exactly! While the prompts may be puns, you can take it in any direction you’d like. Make it funny, make it sad, make it your own, just so long as it’s inspired by the pun!

I don’t know...English isn’t my first language. Listen, if there are two things DIWS prides itself in its our Pun-ishment Pail and our Diverse Membership! We know that puns are difficult to translate. All puns will have some relation (if distant) to something from Good Omens. Additionally, we’ll have 10 alternative puns for puns that don’t quite make sense to you. And finally, our pun list will come in two versions: The “Just the Puns” and “Explain the Joke to Me” with breakdowns of the wordplay approved by mods who also don’t have English as a first language. Everyone has a chance to understand and participate!

Wait, is this just a thinly veiled excuse to get as much of the DIWS server put into Pail as possible? Which mod came up with this? 🤨 We reserve the right to not answer this question.

There will be a prompt for every day of the month, but remember, this event is casual! You can try to create something for each prompt, you can pick and choose your days, you can work ahead, or you can use the prompts as daily exercises for your writing or art. Any level of completion is encouraged for this event. Participants can share their creations in the DIWS Discord Server and on Tumblr. Use the tags #do it with style events and #highway to pail!

For the more polished pun pieces, a collection will be made on AO3 for participants to submit their works. NSFW pieces and pieces incorporating elements from Season 2 are permitted, with appropriate tags.

Daily Sprints will be run in the DIWS Discord server for folks who wish to sprint together as part of the fun. There will also be space to chat, share ideas, scream about each other’s work, and make your own puns. Not a member yet? Use this link to join in!

Buckle up and get ready to pun! Highway to Pail starts on February 1st 2024.

For more information check out the Just the Puns Guidelines and Prompt List or the Explain the Joke to Me Guidelines and Prompt List

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[rainwritings]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens) Additional Tags: Post-Scene: St James's Park 1862 (Good Omens), Artist Aziraphale (Good Omens), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Aziraphale in Denial (Good Omens), Crowley Loves Aziraphale (Good Omens), Aziraphale Loves Crowley (Good Omens), Pining Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley Loves Outer Space (Good Omens) Series: Part 29 of do it with style presents - highway to pail Summary:

Peace is destined to be broken, is it not?

The door to Aziraphale’s bookshop is flung open, and just as he’s turning to announce that they are, in fact, quite closed, he comes face-to-face with the drawing of the meteors that he did for last month’s periodical. It’s a miracle that he can even recognize them, Aziraphale thinks to himself, considering how close the page is being shoved to his nose.

“Get out of my periodical, angel,” seethes Crowley.

***

After their argument at St. James’ Park leaves Aziraphale feeling the need for something new in his life, he decides to take some art classes. They lead to a job with some rather unexpected consequences.

Written for day 29 of @do-it-with-style-events Highway to Pail!

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[needabetternamelater]

I Noah a guy

"Angel?" "Yes, dear." "Do you need a boat?" "Dear Boy. Why would I need a boat?" Crowley deflates and whispers "Because I noah a guy". to himself.

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[abellinthecupboard]

Summer Surprised Us

These first days of summer are like the pail of blueberries that we poured out together into the iron sink in the basement— a brightness unleashed and spilling over with tiny bell-shaped flowers, the windows opened and the shrubs overwhelming the house like the memory of a forgotten country, Nature, with its wandering migrations and changing borders, its thickets, woodlands, bee-humming meadows... These widening turquoise days in mid-June remind me of slow drives through the country with my parents, the roads spreading out before us like the inexhaustible hours of childhood itself, like the wildflowers and fruit stands blooming along the highway, the heat tingling on my skin that would burn with the banked fires of adolescence and the no less poignant ache of adulthood on those long detours through the park during the last rain-soaked nights of spring and the first beach days of the season... It's the leisurely amplitude of feeling that rises out of these expanding afternoons, the days facing outward, the city taking notice of itself after all these months, off-duty, wearing short sleeve shirts and sleeveless dresses the color of sunlight, the texture of morning. It's the way we move toward each other at night, tired, giddy after a day together or a day apart, flush with newborn plans for a holiday from daily life, in reality. We are festive and free-floating. We are poured out like a bucket of wild berries.

— Edward Hirsch, Earthly Measures (1994)

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