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The ice dying is go, lot of waiting for this as you have to wait for the ice to melt. Takes forever to rinse out the dye afterwards too. So worth it though.

The last of the preparations before I can start the quilting stage are done. Since this is such a large quilt that I am going to be hand quilting and embroidering I really want it baste it in place. What works for me is thread basting the backing to the batting, then the front to the backing and batting to get it extra securing in place. Than I used a close to 600 curved safety pins to pin the quilt pattern onto it. It took me several hours spread out over a few weekends to get this all done.

It has started! Been working on it for a bit now. Really interesting to work on it compared to the first. Having made the Northern Sky already makes it feel like it is stitching up faster. Probably because all those hours mean I am in practice and more fluid at it. Another interesting thing to note is how much it feels like exploring something new but achingly familiar. I know the constellations of the northern sky fairly well, the southern sky not so much. Some are shared but most are new to me.

Started stitching the Milky Way in. Slowly making progress on it as I am hiding the travelling thread so the back will look nice.

Progress on the constellation quilt has come along quite a lot now. Finished the binding on the quilt over the weekend. I prefer to machine stitch the binding to the front then hand stitch the back side. It gives such a nice finish to the quilt. Took the time to measure it also and it ended up being 72" by 72" (183cm by 183cm).

Behold the stars of the constellations of the northern sky! I love how this quilt has turned out. It was a lot of fun to work on and the effect is so cool in person. Overall I would estimate it took about 90-100 hours to complete. Give or take 10 hours if you want to count the time I spent custom dying the fabric.

I made sure to get a nice photo of it in daylight. For once I also remembered to get a quilt label on it. The back really shows the difference in readability of the quilting on the ice dyed fabric compared to the solid front. Thank you everyone that has followed this. I am glad you all found joy in it.

Cover art by @kiratastic!

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CW explicit, omegaverse

Summary: The year is 1911. Anthony J. Crowley (Royal Navy surgeon, passionate zoologist, and official photographer of the Northern Party) is preparing to go into heat, all by his lonesome on a remote beach in East Antarctica.

Everything changes when he catches an odd scent in the air.

Fully written. 30k words. 70% smut. Updates every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.

This story can be enjoyed on its own, but you’ll probably have more fun if you read I have my ways of knowing first ;)

Excerpt: Crowley sighed and curled up in his nest for a spot of light reading. He opened up one of his favourite classic novels — Great Expectations by Charles Dickens. It was a bildungsroman with a love story between two alphas: Pip, an orphan of humble beginnings, and Herbert Pocket, a pale gentleman from a middle-class family with wealthy relatives. He made it to the end of chapter six before he got restless again; the wind wasn’t blowing anymore, so he decided to go for another stroll with his camera.

He frowned as soon as he stepped outside.

Why did the ocean suddenly smell saltier than usual?

His heat must have been looming closer than he thought.

Or perhaps the morning wind had stirred something in the water?

He shrugged, put his hands in his pockets, and began walking north.

The sea was calm; the ice floes were barely drifting, even far from shore, where the current was typically quite strong. The air was calm as well; not a modicum of breeze, not a cloud in the blue sky, nothing but the unending Antarctic summer sun.

If everything was so very calm, then why couldn’t he shake the feeling that he was being watched — or perhaps even followed? Which was a ridiculous notion, of course; there was no one around Ridley Beach except for him, a million Adélie penguins, and a few hundred skua gulls.

He still found himself taking surreptitious looks behind his back. Read the rest here on ao3

xenanigans passed away on 28/04/26 

This fic is published in his memory by blackjeans93 as his fannish next of kin.

All words were written by xenanigans.

I want to write something thoughtful but before I do, I need simply say: fuck that noise.

Good Omens is a queer allegory, and if queer people excel at anything it is existing despite the bigotry in the world. We have always been here. We always will be. Despite what religious and corporate over Lords desire. Queer joy is an act of rebellion in our current world, and is one that should be embraced rather than met with the message of the only way we can find happiness is to exist in a perfect world.

Aziraphale and Crowley both know that, too. I cannot believe our guardian angel and demon could co-exist with us for thousands of years and come to the conclusion that utter destruction is the only way to find your joy.

Enjoy the ending if you want. I am happy for you to do so. But don't go spouting destructive nonsense like this is the only path.

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.