Cranky Aster

FROM: [email protected] TO: [email protected]; [email protected] SUBJECT: Final Blueprints and Design Portfolio for Review

Dear Mr. s Crowley and Fell,

We have just completed the final design draft for the renovation of your Soho Townhouse. Attached you will find the architectural rendering based on the blueprints, and we have just received approval to proceed with construction from the relevant permitting agencies. Also attached is my portfolio detailing the interior design schemes for each room. We can discuss more at the consultation meeting on Tuesday.

Sincerely, H. Verlock Verlock Consulting

p.s. Mr. Crowley- I apologize if I misinterpreted your latest request as a joke. I’ve also attached my contact who consults on construction of secure military facilities, he can hopefully help you figure out how to install a “elevator with a trap door into a boiling pit of tar for unwanted visitors”.

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These two are your rich chaotic gay uncles who of course are renovating an upscale townhouse in the most extra way possible. Have you seen The Birdcage? I bet Crowley has. 

This started out as a desire to write fan fiction of how these two were eldritch horrors pretending to be humans who terrorized their interior decorator / relationship therapist through a renovation after Crowley bought the townhouse and erotic literature store next to the bookshop. Total rom-com style. Since I can’t quite make that story *go* I am sharing the art I made to go with it! Yay 30 years of GO!

I love the fan fiction of the cottage or the flat above the bookshop. However, one of the fun, strange moments of relationships is moving together into a new space together and making it belong to both of you. You can make a lot of hay about how different these goofs are, but I think they’re both posh British bastards at heart that enjoy fine, expensive human things. Plus have enough shared history to make a home out of that without one sacrificing everything they like to live with the other. I can’t stop imagining Aziraphale become a feral hedonist for high end, comfy furniture once the Heaven limiters are off. 

Also, the building is this one on the left, with the orange storefront: 

Incognito Good Omens Crowley pumpkins! Just our secret~

The snake one coils all the way around the pumpkin! It took four hours! *holds up withered hands*

Saw some lovely post about the dorks carving pumpkins for each other and ended up with a huge snakey pumpkin and the constellations. 🎃⭐️🐍

I get over 500 trick-or-treaters on my block, curious if any other nerds will reveal themselves!

CONTACT YOUR ELECTED OFFICIALS

CONTACT YOUR ELECTED OFFICIALS 

CONTACT YOUR ELECTED OFFICIALS 

Like Angels who bonded during the creation of the universe? Most have been flirting since the big bang. They're thinking of moving on to 'casually dating' by the time the sun is created. They haven't kissed yet by the time the humans are an afterthought in God's head

So basically you're telling that somewhere in Heaven, Gabriel is giving sex ed to a classroom of very impressionable young Angels, armed with an ugly PowerPoint and Disapproval TM.

"Because, remember, if you move together before the 10 millennia mark, without even mingling essences, you are living in sin and Jesus will cry"

"Sir I saw Jesus last week and he said it was fine-"

FROM: [email protected] TO: [email protected]; [email protected] SUBJECT: Final Blueprints and Design Portfolio for Review

Dear Mr. s Crowley and Fell,

We have just completed the final design draft for the renovation of your Soho Townhouse. Attached you will find the architectural rendering based on the blueprints, and we have just received approval to proceed with construction from the relevant permitting agencies. Also attached is my portfolio detailing the interior design schemes for each room. We can discuss more at the consultation meeting on Tuesday.

Sincerely, H. Verlock Verlock Consulting

p.s. Mr. Crowley- I apologize if I misinterpreted your latest request as a joke. I’ve also attached my contact who consults on construction of secure military facilities, he can hopefully help you figure out how to install a “elevator with a trap door into a boiling pit of tar for unwanted visitors”.

—-

These two are your rich chaotic gay uncles who of course are renovating an upscale townhouse in the most extra way possible. Have you seen The Birdcage? I bet Crowley has. 

This started out as a desire to write fan fiction of how these two were eldritch horrors pretending to be humans who terrorized their interior decorator / relationship therapist through a renovation after Crowley bought the townhouse and erotic literature store next to the bookshop. Total rom-com style. Since I can’t quite make that story *go* I am sharing the art I made to go with it! Yay 30 years of GO!

I love the fan fiction of the cottage or the flat above the bookshop. However, one of the fun, strange moments of relationships is moving together into a new space together and making it belong to both of you. You can make a lot of hay about how different these goofs are, but I think they’re both posh British bastards at heart that enjoy fine, expensive human things. Plus have enough shared history to make a home out of that without one sacrificing everything they like to live with the other. I can’t stop imagining Aziraphale become a feral hedonist for high end, comfy furniture once the Heaven limiters are off. 

Also, the building is this one on the left, with the orange storefront: 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22432708

FROM: [email protected] TO: [email protected]; [email protected] SUBJECT: Final Blueprints and Design Portfolio for Review

Dear Mr. s Crowley and Fell,

We have just completed the final design draft for the renovation of your Soho Townhouse. Attached you will find the architectural rendering based on the blueprints, and we have just received approval to proceed with construction from the relevant permitting agencies. Also attached is my portfolio detailing the interior design schemes for each room. We can discuss more at the consultation meeting on Tuesday.

Sincerely, H. Verlock Verlock Consulting

p.s. Mr. Crowley- I apologize if I misinterpreted your latest request as a joke. I’ve also attached my contact who consults on construction of secure military facilities, he can hopefully help you figure out how to install a “elevator with a trap door into a boiling pit of tar for unwanted visitors”.

—-

These two are your rich chaotic gay uncles who of course are renovating an upscale townhouse in the most extra way possible. Have you seen The Birdcage? I bet Crowley has. 

This started out as a desire to write fan fiction of how these two were eldritch horrors pretending to be humans who terrorized their interior decorator / relationship therapist through a renovation after Crowley bought the townhouse and erotic literature store next to the bookshop. Total rom-com style. Since I can’t quite make that story *go* I am sharing the art I made to go with it! Yay 30 years of GO!

I love the fan fiction of the cottage or the flat above the bookshop. However, one of the fun, strange moments of relationships is moving together into a new space together and making it belong to both of you. You can make a lot of hay about how different these goofs are, but I think they’re both posh British bastards at heart that enjoy fine, expensive human things. Plus have enough shared history to make a home out of that without one sacrificing everything they like to live with the other. I can’t stop imagining Aziraphale become a feral hedonist for high end, comfy furniture once the Heaven limiters are off. 

Also, the building is this one on the left, with the orange storefront: 

It seems there is such a generational divide on understanding this topic. There’s some of us that remember a pre-amazon world, where there were often used bookstore owners that were just erratic introverted bibliophiles that closed their dusty unorganized shops when they felt like it. Where they could make just enough money selling a handful of rare books now and then to pay the bills.

I say this with all love in my heart. These places were like dragon hoards with a grumpy dragon growling at you over your choice in sci-fi and only taking cash. As a teenager this was the only job I wanted when I grew up. I loved books, I was introvert, I liked hoarding lovely things like a magpie. I wanted to open a bookshop and have an excuse to read the day away. The internet killed this business model, the recession polished off most of the rest. Only the really beloved ones who had made an effort to be welcoming and attractive scraped through. I remember being in Seattle in 2009 watching shop after shop close up in the University District and Capital Hill.

It’s so easy to imagine Aziraphale going into a few of these old kinds of used bookstores and, with all the confusion of a celestial being trying to understand humanity, believing this is what a bookshop IS. And really thinking it was excellent. “You get to just open your doors and people bring you books?! You don’t even have to be nice to people? You get to hang out all day reading surrounded by books? This is a job?! Perfect! I want to be one!”

Coincidentally I was just thinking I accidentally cosplayed as a “Under Construction” Fem!Aziraphale today (and everyday).

😬

Ive had this planned since the plot hit me in chapter 2 but still

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22193215/chapters/52985554

I am exhausted, and we are better than this. 

Good Omens, of all universes, deserves better. Lately, I have seen so many wonderful creators in this fandom raked over the coals unnecessarily. It’s obscene. It’s unnecessary. And it’s utterly disheartening.  If you are going to consume any fan content, understand this:

These are human beings writing these fics and making this art. They are human incarnate. Beautiful, magnificent, talented, and full of wonder and imagination. They have lives and concerns and beating hearts. They take away from their free time, already stolen away from work, family, and personal health, to do something they love.

These beautiful pieces are being shared with you. They are built in love and shared. They are not a product for you to demand, nor are the creators beholden to your schedules or expectations. 

They are here to briefly leave behind the horrible things the world has to offer in favor of a beautiful, shared ideal made up of these characters we identify with and love. That’s why you should be here, too. 

No one is going to enjoy absolutely everything they read or see. You’re not expected to. If you see something you don’t enjoy, do the respectable thing and click on something else. Don’t harass creators. Don’t mock them or spit poison at them. Don’t leave nasty comments just to make someone feel bad. If you don’t like them as a person? The internet is big enough for all of us. Get out of their asks, get out of their comments, get out of public arenas talking crap about them. Stop being small in your mind and your heart. Maybe go make something great instead.

Think about Neil Gaiman’s beautiful commitment to and interactions with the Good Omens fandom. Hell, just think about Good Omens at all. None of us should be able, in good conscience, to take folks that are drawn to something so loving, accepting, and wholesome and abuse them. 

Scarcely ever before have we been given the opportunity to have such an accepting fandom. Good Omens has space for all of us, of every identity that exists. And most of us, I believe, cling to one another and that wonderful, heartfelt belief in the very goodness of something, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. We can’t let toxic behaviors hit us as they’ve hit other groups. We’ve been gifted this miraculous opportunity, and we mustn’t squander it.