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Good Omens, My Life, and My Soon-To-Be-Wife: A Tumblr Love Story

I joined Tumblr in 2019, shortly after I discovered a mini-series about an angel and a demon and the not-really-end of the world. I was consumed by it, by the story and the characters and the love that ran underneath it all, and so I came to Tumblr to find a community of people who felt the same.

What I was not expecting to find was the love of my life, but here we are.

J and I met through a mutual friend (hi, @ineffablefool ) who had recommended my fics on his blog often enough that J decided to read them. Soon enough, I started noticing repeated comments from one particular user on many of my fics, and I found myself looking forward to reading what this person thought of new chapters and works. J eventually messaged me on Tumblr, we became friends, and later on, we became more than that.

I’ll spare you the ins and outs of our relationship (because I am, and always will be, fairly private about my real life/name/identity when it comes to my fandom life), but know this: in more than 5 years of knowing J, and in nearly 4 of being in a romantic relationship with them, I have come to know and understand what it means to love another person with your entire being. I have learned so much about patience and grace, and I have laughed so much more and generally been so much happier in this phase of my life than in any one before it. I cannot wait to see what the future holds for us. Our relationship has spanned many years and many more miles, even stretching across an ocean as we’ve both navigated trans-Atlantic journeys that have lead to us finding a home together (at last). Edinburgh has been as good a home to me as I have ever had, and it’s been even better since J has been here with me.

So when J and I took a trip to London this past weekend to celebrate our engagement, we went to St. James’s Park. We found a bench, and we sat together on it, and we talked and thought about how absolutely mad and wonderful it is that Good Omens brought us here. It’s the love story that started ours, and there will always be part of me that is immensely glad that J and I found it when we did.

(There’s been a lot of talk lately about whether we as a fandom should continue to support and love Good Omens in light of the actions of one of its creators. To that I say: do what feels right to you. If you need to step away, I understand.

But to those of you who, like me, choose to remain in the fandom, know this: Good Omens is as much ours as it ever was his. We can claim the love we have found here, and we can celebrate it. We can mourn what we have lost while being grateful for what we have. And we can look forward to a happy ending, together, because it is what we - and Aziraphale and Crowley - have always deserved.)

I’ll sign off now and leave the rest of my sappy monologuing for my fiancée to handle. Thanks for listening.

And to @shesthewindandsea, my dearest love: cheers, darling. To the world, and to our happy ending.

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some mini Aziraphale doodles I did yesterday <3

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my favorite little sillies, 10/10 cant get enough

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The Serpent’s House // Chapter Nineteen

They came to the island three days later.

The news of Heaven’s Gate’s deception, lies, and abuse was splashed across the front page of every newspaper in Britain the morning after Aziraphale returned to Tadfield. There was a strange energy in the village, Newt had said, and a wariness regarding the island that felt different than it had before.

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Oh God, friends, I’m sorry this has taken me almost two fucking years. If any of you are still here, or are new around here and feel like jumping into the deep water that is this fic, I owe you my life (or at least a pint, I dunno).

Anyway, here it is! I’ll be quiet and let you read.

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Not my usual fare, but I’ve barely talked about Carry On on this blog, and I really ought to mention it at least once! This post made me laugh (it’s incredibly accurate, thank you for your service OP), so I thought I’d drop a recommendation to any of my followers who’d like one.

If you, like me, are a former Harry Potter fan who now hates JK Rowling and finds it nigh on impossible to get behind any of her works: you should read Carry On.

If you like creative magic systems and/or stories of not-so-Chosen Ones: you should read Carry On.

If you like dramatic gay vampires and unlabelled queer main characters and eventual lesbians and No Transphobia: you should read Carry On.

You should probably read Carry On anyway, if you’re looking for a bit of fun and a new world to run away to for a little while. And if you have Spotify Premium or Audible or access to a library, there are excellent audiobook versions of all three of them, too!

(Sorry for hijacking your wonderful post, OP!)

Carry On characters as: things to never say to someone who just came out

Baz

Simon

Penny

Agatha

Shepard

Fiona

The Mage

Malcolm

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I keep forgetting to post on tumblr so here’s my newest piece!

took about 21 hours and 20 mins total

Edit: yes this is a drawing!! Glad i was able to make it realistic enough for people to think this is a photo at first glance

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The process of creating a portrait of Crowley.

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We’ll be okay.

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*slams reblog*

Hey OP, this is incredible!!!! Thanks so much for taking the time to make this - Ab Astris is still one of the fics I’m proudest of, and this is so so lovely.

Before the Fall, StarMaker and Aziraphale were in love. They promised each other forever because they thought they’d have it. But then StarMaker Fell, and Aziraphale lost the memories of ever having known him.

This is the story of a demon who loves an angel. This is the story of an angel who falls in love with a demon. This is the story of losing love and finding it again.

Words: 87,456

Status: Complete

Rating: Teen and Up

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however annoyed by an elden ring boss you are, remember, they're more annoyed by you. you're a lord or god or something, 15ft tall because you're a legend, hanging out behind your Fog Wall and some goddamn little duende saunters in with 5 different glowing effects around her. she rings a stupid little gnome bell and summons the ghost of some other weird cryptid. she hits you, ok not much damage, no problem. you hit her and she seems about halfway dead. she has a little sippy of her Duende Juicebox. She has precognition of how you move so she dodges 12 swipes in a row. you finally hit her again, this time hard. she takes a little sippy of her Duende Juicebox. she's Rudely stubbing your toe this whole time because she can't reach any higher than your shin. she seems to only know like 2 moves. you completely lose track of how many Sippies of her Duende Juicebox she takes after her seventh. as you tire, she seems cheerful and full of energy, ever sipping on her goddamn Duende Juicebox. you finally kill her. she enters through the fog again. this continues forever until you die

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*reposts link to my Season 2 fix-it-fic for Definitely No Reason At All*

Growing Pains

Summary: Crowley goes to therapy, because he needs it. This is a story of hurt and healing, and eventually finding out what it means to be happy.

Rated: T

Words: 61,487

Status: Complete

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In light of the Good Omens production delay news, I just wanted to echo what a lot of people have been saying. I do not support Neil Gaiman, his actions, or his refusal to own up to them. I hope, for the sake of Terry Pratchett’s memory and also out of a selfish want for a happy ending, that the story of Good Omens can be finished without him producing the series. I hope they are replacing him as showrunner, and I hope that is the end of this news.

Like many others, I looked up to Neil Gaiman as an example of a writer who was unafraid to include explicitly queer representation in his works (among other aspects of his writing). I have loved his work for years. This news over the past few months has just been another reminder that a lot of men, especially wealthy white men in positions of power, can and do routinely abuse that power and cause immense suffering to others. I stand with the victims, because I will never defend anyone who has done the things he has done, regardless of how much I used to admire their work.

Anyway. Let’s hope that we get a good update soon. And in the meantime, let’s reach out to each other. Fandom is built for times like this.

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“You can’t leave this bookshop.”

“Oh Crowley,”

“… Nothing lasts forever.”

Happy (late) GO2 Anniversary ‼️😄

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so it’s been a year since EVERY, and I am still deeply unwell about it thank you for asking

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Hey, I got mentioned twice in this post, and I am in very good company!! I do also write canon-compliant and canon-divergent fics, but human AUs were how I got my start (write what you know, and all that). Jack linked TBLP above, and @flameraven mentioned this one, my little WWI oneshot.

On my list of personal favourites are Slow Show and Old Vines, which are repeat mentions in this post (and anything @sevdrag writes is wonderful, for those who aren’t aware). Additional ones include Shotgun Wedding by @charlottemadison42, which I have read and re-read so many times I could practically recite it, South Downs by @summerofspock (Scottish Crowley my beloved), and basically anything @ineffablefool writes, including INNW.

Human AUs are not for everyone, but they’re a source of joy for me as a reflection of my own wee human life!

I wonder how long the "I don't read human AUs" idea holds for the average Good Omens reader. For me it was about a month before I decided to give this "Slow Show" everyone keeps talking about a try. After that it was off to the races.

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Growing Pains // Chapter Eleven

(Now Complete!)

Eighteen months later.

There had been a picture of a cottage on Aziraphale’s desk in the bookshop ever since the Apocalypse hadn’t happened the first time. On the day Aziraphale and Crowley moved to a town called Peacehaven, it was waiting for them.��

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This has been a long and storied ride, my friends, but we have come to the end of this tale. I hope that it has been a source of comfort for you, or at least that it has given you at least a fraction of the healing that I have gained by writing it.

I won't take up too much of your time, and I'll let you get to reading, but I'd be remiss not to mention the incomparable beta skills and friendship of @infinitevariety. Without Dee, this fic would not exist. Thanks a million, friend.