Jun 21, 2020
PS: there is a gift shop (in Plymouth, Ma) that sells Adultery Pulsifer hats. 🤣 #newtpulsifer #goodomens https://www.instagram.com/p/CBtge1cFjDW/?igshid=1ownkvk3hm5cm
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PS: there is a gift shop (in Plymouth, Ma) that sells Adultery Pulsifer hats. 🤣 #newtpulsifer #goodomens https://www.instagram.com/p/CBtge1cFjDW/?igshid=1ownkvk3hm5cm
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Happy #WhitehallCrushWednesday! Let’s go with #ThisParticularMuse @jackwhitehall as #NewtPulsifer on #GoodOmens. This was the role that bought #JackWhitehall to my attention. How grateful am I? Sooo grateful! 😍 https://www.instagram.com/p/B_S6SZ1BUO0/?igshid=9iwqzq6hdc4c
It was inevitable that I would get to posting #GoodOmens screencaps of @jackwhitehall. After all, it’s the first time I saw him. #JustAnotherMuse #JackWhitehall #NewtPulsifer https://www.instagram.com/p/B1be0STBytc/?igshid=jmuqhl997wak
saving the antichrist and hunting the devil (is not) the family business
Anathema gets out of Dick Turpin, a little frazzled, carrying everything she'd thought she'd need for this excursion. She'd stolen a few butter knives from Mrs. Young's drawers, and she was carrying both The Nice and Accurate Prophecies and The Further Prophecies.
Not only did she not go anywhere without them, but they also made convenient and quite effective bludgeoning devices.
She looks over to Newt, wondering when he's going to get out of the car and what he'd brought to hunt with. She was pretty sure that a book, a bell, a straight-pin and a candle would not help much in fighting the Devil, but she knew he was going to try as hard as he possibly could to make it work. That's what Newt did. It was his talent, really.
"When d'you suppose Dean will get here?" She asked, glancing over to Newt and arming herself with a bread knife just in case.
がしゃどくろ
Anathema's ears are ringing so loud, she's had to plug in earphones to her Walkman and turn the volume up as loud as it can go just to drown out the sound.
It's not working.
Anathema had meant to update her collection and put it onto the MP3 player she and Newt had gotten a few days earlier (and then promptly wrapped in bubble wrap to Newt-proof it). She'd meant to, but she hadn't gotten around to it. The book was giving her problems, and it was talking of Righteous Brothers and Reluctant Kings and it all sounded like a fairy tale gone horribly wrong. She couldn't make any sense of it.
So she went to go water the spice garden, and her ears started ringing loudly as she paid special attention to the basil. She turned to hear bones creaking off in the distance, and she ran inside to get cell phone, texting Newt in a panic and grasping at the butter knife in her pocket.
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Ever since Phaeton was not-so-mysteriously repaired by a certain angel, Anathema'd decided to give the old bicycle a facelift and add some new features. The only one she'd managed to find, however, was a basket to add onto the back. This basket was currently filled to running over with bags of groceries - mostly herbs she'd been planning to try out, but also a few spare things the Cottage was missing.
She pedaled up the street and into her driveway. Newt's car wasn't there - Anathema assumed he wasn't home. He probably had to work late - such was the life of a wages clerk, she supposed. She leaned the old bike against the back of the house and gathered all her bags together, unlocking the back door and stepping inside.
pick up the phone, i'm here alone
(Continued from the Deanathema thread for the phone call with Newt.)
As soon as Anathema hit send twice, she stood outside Jasmine Cottage impatiently, tapping her toe and waiting for Newt to pick up. In the kitchen, his phone rang and buzzed so hard it fell off the table onto a chair. Anathema had somehow figured out a way to mark a call as 'urgent' and it said so on the screen.
The Book sits alone in Jasmine Cottage, still behind its glass case, with an axe next to it.
Anathema has to go out for a walk in Lower Tadfield just to clear her mind. Even after all these years, she’d had a hard time living without The Book, or its sequel that was discovered shortly after the Apocal-oops. Her entire family’sworkwas devoted to figuring out what Agnes was trying to tell them. And now…nothing. She lived her life day to day, lounging, feeling a bit restless, and occasionally reading some archaic cards to tell people what their future might be like.
She really needed an actual job.