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it starts as it ends, with a garden ... and two supernatural beings sharing a moment together

6000+ years, together

Good Omens tattoo flash sheet!

Designs inspired by the Ineffable Husbands duality, including my take on the iconic good omens tattoo: the flaming sword + snake! and a couple of hands of god, playing her ineffable game with the universe.

We all know sports fan activities tend to be masculine-coded and therefore socially acceptable while story fan activities are coded feminine/queer and therefore looked down on.

So don't worry about it. It would be nice if we could all meet around the water cooler and chat openly about our feelings without censoring ourselves or fearing judgement from those who don't necessarily understand. But that's why we have cons and tumblr etc.

So. This is a bit about Good Omens, but actually about a lot of queer stories with cynical or outright unhappy endings.

I think people like NG(fuck him sideways with a stick) see happy endings as overdone, cliche, old fashioned, predictable. If you want to be subversive, edgy and cool, you need to have a tragic ending, or an ambivalent one, or a cynical one.

But the thing is, if you're writing a queer story, you're writing for an audience that rarely gets a happy ending. The queers rarely get to live happily ever after in a joyful world. That's why we so deeply appreciate stories that celebrate queer joy. Because it's so rare.

So these (mostly) heterosexual (mostly) men write queer stories for queer audiences and don't realise that for us, we expect the tragedy, the ambivalence, the cynicism. For us, if you want to be subversive, write that happy ending, that hopeful ending, that affirmative ending. We won't expect it. I promise. You can be an edgelord by subverting the queers have to suffer trope. We will all be impressed by your audacity. I promise.

Indoor gardener Crowley and corporate librarian Aziraphale get off on the wrong foot.

And I waxed poetic about how it was funny that we had this activity, this little slice of the universal human experience of painting on the cave walls... and now we spank children for it.

and he was dead silent and then just hung up the phone. I thought I had offended him, but instead he had gone directly to the hardware store and purchased blackboard paint and redid his son's room and bought a bunch of chalk as well.

Indoor gardener Crowley and corporate librarian Aziraphale get off on the wrong foot.