I'm broken.

Wow. Just- wow and ouch and fuck it, I didn't need another reason to want to hug Crowley ever, not least because he'd probably turn me into something mildly unpleasant if I tried. But yeah, if he was standing in my room right now there'd be clinging (followed swiftly by mild unpleasantness) brought on by this particular fic:


The Sacred and the Profane by afrai.

Good Omens rewritten with a small what-if that when you think it through might make no difference or a whole lot of difference. Like it does here. Wow. Spectacular logic and a style that is freakishly close to the original while somehow managing a tone that's full of heartbreak and darkness and yet with too many hilarious lines to be depressing. I'm particularly fond of: "YOU, said Death gravely, ARE SO FUCKED."

Because it's true but it also cracked me up.

Go! Read!. Though not in public. There's slash but not graphic. Violence that's slightly graphic. But it's more that you'll probably cry (I did) and then need several minutes to mull it all over at the end.

Then when you've finished mulling, read this drabble-sequel:Death is no parenthesis. It helps. I think.


Still broken. Possibly I need a stiff drink.