#literarion

(= podficced poetry)

by @literarion

You like Good Omens? 🙌

You like podfics? 🙌

You like poetry? 🙌

Then this is just the thing for you:

A series of podficced Good Omens poems, performed by Literarion, written by different poets in the Good Omens fandom. Find the series here on AO3. (4 works currently, a new one every weekend)

Want to read more Good Omens poetry? Here are a few collections.

Best of: Good Omens Poetry Edition (16 works)

GOems (Poetry by the GOAD Writers Guild) (198 works)

GOetry - Good Omens Poetry Club Collection (143 works)

I’m an absolute mess.

I was listening to it on the way home from work and had to pull over to the side of the road to have a bloody cry.

I didn’t sleep well last night and so I’m tired which makes me more emotional it seems… but I’m also just moved by the story. It’s so hard to listen to all that Az does for Crowley to get him out of Hell and then the after? I thought the after would be better but it’s not… it’s not an easy fix. It’s still filled with such loss.

I don’t know why exactly but that loss is hitting me so hard right now. Is it because I’ve lost my own love? We did try to hold onto it but I don’t know… it makes me wonder if I should have tried harder? Why didn’t he try harder? He told me when we separated that I had to work on myself and I did but he didn’t… why did he lay down that expectation and not follow through himself?

Why didn’t I get loved enough to fight for? I first thought it was because I was not enough but now I’m learning it’s more complicated than that. I am enough. We just weren’t right for each other.

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A friend from Melbourne is coming up to Sydney in a couple of weeks and we are going to hang out. I’ve met him maybe once? But we have spoken since we were in high school online and whatnot. I offered to pick him up from the airport and he turned me down with a lovely comment about not wanting to put me through that especially since he’s got a hotel in the city. Haha I’m used to being with a person like my ex who would expect me to be inconvenienced for his benefit… and to not be appreciated for it. It was refreshing to hear him say no! I’ll sort myself out. :)

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But I want to scream. I want to fall apart. I want to cry. Because I loved Tom so much. But it is done. It’s over. He doesn’t love me and I’m the very patient ex who does so much still to keep the peace. Gah! I am going to be okay… I’m just working out boundaries and self worth and recognising my own value.

New podfic is up for those interested! "Mortal Enemies" by the incredible AppleSeeds on AO3! And as an extra bonus, Djap & @literarion both had a hand in this too! You can catch all of us interchanging parts via the link to the collection below:   https://archiveofourown.org/collections/Multivoice_Podfics_Simulpods_Mortal_Enemies

Have fun! ;) 

Very Respectfully, 

Hello!

When searching on AO3 for podfics, I used this tag! Here’s a few people who I found that you might like:

Tenoko1

Djapchan

Literarion

If any of our followers have any podfic recommendations, please feel free to let us know!

It’s not a copy of my life but damn I almost became a nun and my husband (who I’ve separated from) was the one who got me to think a different way and fall in love with him. He then fell away from the church and I did too and in the end I guess we fell away from each other? Or maybe I cared for our son and he missed that level of care being directed at him. It became clearer as time went on how he expected a mother role from me for himself rather than a partner and expectations from him were unfair but I had to meet his despite overwhelming burdens on my shoulders - a miscarriage, which should have been a shared grief but he said he mostly felt relief. What is that? That is a relationship that has burnt itself into the ground.

I am so so in love with all your narrating but this was brilliant to have so many collaborators making this work so beautifully! I love this fandom and how much love and heart is poured into the art around our boys. I love their love. I listened to this while on my way to and from work and was broken and tearing up at times. Other times I took myself for walks with this playing in my headphones and laughed out loud like a mad person. :D

The play between Crowley and Aziraphale being separated and missing each other was so angsty and gut wrenching. The pull in my heart to fix things and see them together again is so real. When they do come together in the end it heals a part of me too that is hurting and not just hurting from the story but hurting from life… isn’t that funny?

I knew the fic you’re talking about, dear, so I immediately went there! This looks to be the only podfic for it, so I hope it’s this one!

[Podfic] how big the hourglass, how deep the sand by Literarion

After the Apocalypse, and with characteristic slowness, both Crowley and Aziraphale think there might be something they need to sit down and talk about.

And then Aziraphale disappears.