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I just can't be without them, so I took them on holiday with me. 😊

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Little Sketch
I'm forging a psychic connection with myself from 2019 and saying "girl, PLEASE pace yourself" as I revisit my own 66-chapter AO3 work containing only analytical notes about GO Season 1. Fortunately, I'm not listening. I'm too busy thinking about the pink lights in Soho and Aziraphale's cravat.
Something that is driving me nuts is having to work on the story an hour or so at a time. I really want to be focusing more than that, but there is always SO MUCH to do, and then there's the non-stop urge to sit there and stare silently into the distance.
The First Cloud - At Sunset
It was a nice day...

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Husbands flirting around part 2 (I wasn’t sure what to add in that bubble so you can let your imagination run wild)
I tried to ✨️stylize✨️ him
I went ahead and bought Scrivener because it made me feel fancy.
on it boss
step 1: mitosis
Adam looking at Madam Tracy in the Tarmac.
what if the most good omen-y thing for the fandom to do was to carry on and find joy in spite of it all. what if we kept creating and prevailed.
I have been thinking along these lines. Nodding sadly and agreeing when Satan tells us it's time to end the world we love doesn't sound very Good Omens of us.

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they're everywhere
On one hand, I still cry sometimes when I think about what happened to Crowley and Aziraphale in the finale. On the other hand, I think I do sincerely believe we can keep them alive, and that being kept alive by love is possibly the only benefit to being a fictional character. Before the finale aired, I assumed that if I didn't enjoy it, I'd just sort of give up and wander off into the woods. But when it actually happened that way, I couldn't leave them. I have this image of the two of them trapped in a cave somehow, and I (we) can either help slowly move the rocks and debris from the entrance, or I (we) can slam the last huge stone over the last opening, leaving them forgotten in the dark. The urge to start excavating was so strong I started learning how to use a new program, which is something.
All I can say is it’s my first time
A little screen study 🖤

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Monsters & Myths Good Omens Collab
Inviting all writers, artists, and betas to join the Monsters and Myths Good Omens Collab!
Join us for a creative celebration through the lens of mythology, folklore, and legendary creatures. Whether you want to explore ancient folklore, cryptid chaos, or gothic horror, this is your canvas to rewrite the myths with your favorite Good Omens characters. Let's make something beautifully monstrous together!
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The Patience of Angels, Chapter 12 (M, AU from end of S2)
Fic Summary: “I was Somebody in Heaven. I’m nobody in Hell because I was Somebody in Heaven. Because I didn’t want to be Somebody ever again.”
An old enemy is on the hunt for the demon known as Crowley, and it will take all the powers of one very protective angel to save him. But in keeping Crowley safe, Aziraphale will uncover more of the terrible truths of Heaven than he ever wanted to know.
Chapter Summary: Aziraphale and Crowley start to unravel a mystery (this time without shouting). Elsewhere, the plot begins to loom ominously.
Excerpt:
“That’s the trouble of hanging around humans so long,” Crowley grumbled. His scalp still tingled pleasantly, and he was trying very hard not to think about it. “Six thousand years, all their irritating little emotions and hormones and synapses start to leach into you. Like… leeches. Pumping you full of all their gross inconvenient human-y bits and behaviours, like ‘apologies’ and ‘consideration for other people’.” Aziraphale raised an eyebrow at his phraseology. “I really don’t think that’s how leeches work. Or how leaching works.” “Oh, let’s not talk about leeches tonight. It’s too nice of an evening and I’m enjoying having all my blood back in my body.” “Fair enough.” They walked on for a few minutes in mostly companionable silence, the sound of Crowley’s cane a still-irregular staccato punctuation to their steps. “Crowley? There’s something I want to ask you.” The demon tensed, anticipating probing questions, a rehash of the fight at the inn, a demand to know why he’d kissed Aziraphale and then walked out… “The day of the attack on the bookshop, when the Metatron arrived and no one else recognized him, he asked you directly if you knew who he was, and you did.” Crowley nodded. “How did you recognize him?” Crowley thanked every false deity he’d ever heard of.