#{ thread ; newt }

[carminegoescrazy]

Red Thread of Fate

(I know, I know, that’s not how the serum or blood transfusion works. But let’s just pretend…)

[remindedtosmile]

#REMINDEDTOSMILE ― an independent selective oc : daniel merlo, hitman for hire. functions best in crime, horror, hero/villain verses. low activity, mutuals only. affiliated with @axestogrind. carrd. ― I NEED NEW REASONS.

[exmcrtis]

location: the commune

closed starter for: @backmaskcd (addison)

the act of tapping their knuckles against the door to addison's room was an act of desperation. newt had been through every inch of the commune in search of their beloved new salamander companion, but they weren't able to find it anywhere. now they felt like they had to ask around. addison was the person they thought to ask first, and as their door opened to reveal them, newt did their best to smile genuinely.

"uh, hi. i have a weird question and i hope you don't judge me for it or give me a strange look but..." they paused, taking in a deep breath. "have you seen my salamander?"

[managedxmischief]

| open ; n.ewt s.camander |

"Be gentle with him. His fingers are quiet sharp he will let you know if you're being too rough." Newt said softly. "His name is Pickett. He's got quite the personality." He smiled.

[axdently]

@cagliostrostart​ // WOULD YOU LET ME PRETEND: CHRISTMAS IN JULY?

in the cozy workshop nestled at the heart of Jessie's quaint but bustling toymaking business, the air was alive with the rhythmic whir of enchanted sewing machines. the faint scent of freshly cut fabric intermingles with an array of Yankee Candles going by the name of Christmas Cookie, Holiday Home Sweet Home, and Red Apple Wreath. Ms. Clause, with her fiery red hair pulled back in a messy bun, was meticulously stitching together the final seams of a plush teddy bear.  she imagines the new life Mr. Teddy could have, and after cooing and shushing his pain away she gives him a quick kiss on the nose. as she hummed a cheerfully wonderful tune to herself, the door to her shop creaked open, causing her hazel eyes to sparkle with excitement. a faint jingle of the shop's bell announced the new arrival: a customer!! ( she hopes )

a warm smile stretches across her rosy cheeks, and with a flick of wrist and a final snap, she MEANS to disenchant the machines. Jessie sits aside her nearly finished creation and steps to the shop’s entrance. her red boots leave faint thumps upon the wooden floor. “Now don’t be shy! Come in, come in!" Jessie exclaimed in her lively southern drawl. 

[seaselkie]

The Old Guard

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Janson has been tasked with tracing a group of immortals through time, to find and apprehend them. But they're good at staying hidden, which makes him think they've been doing it long, long before they started getting caught on camera. He's only been able to find fragments, glimpses of them here and there across history. He's putting together a story - headed up by Newt and Thomas, partners that have never been recorded far apart, though generally under the radar and at times under married aliases - the group is rounded out by Minho and Gally who tend to crop up in disaster zones including notable wars, and Sonya and Harriet, who have been connected to social justice and activism endeavours since the 50s. Janson won't give up, too much rides on it, but the group are still lost in the wind.

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This was first seen Here as a gift in the @mazerunnersecretsanta event 2023. I don't often post, but I'm sharing this via my own blog now Santa reveals have gone live.

If you like it, reblogs are appreciated so others can see it easier, and do check out the fandom event if you like Maze Runner. It's been running for 6 years now and always a lot of fun.

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So, this was a little last minute addition for @dream0fspring (mostly bc @harveylovesmike I knew she had yours covered! but I adore you both) and I know that The Old Guard is a huge love right now. The idea came for putting together a collage kind of like the one Copley has in the film, trying to trace Andi's immortal group across the years. Only... make it TMR. For all its rush, and for all the other things I'd love to have crammed in there, it was fun to put together. Part of the joy here was finding some good pics of everyone that looked like they were taken without knowledge, since they'd be avoiding cameras, and trying to show some possible variety of time and walks of life. I'm particularly fond of Hacker Harriet and that one of Newt I think fitted my mental image so well.

And the best headcanon that came from this, thanks to the tmr discord, is all the hundreds or thousands of marriages newt and thomas have accrued over many many years. They have a collection of certificates from just about everywhere, some more than once and a growing collection of wedding and engagement symbols and tokens since their ring collection got truly obscene and they decided to branch out.

[bruisedconscience]

open starter: were-kaiju! newt;

"Everything's fine... It's fine! I'm figuring it out, there's no reason I can't stop the... Ohhh, talking sssssucks..."

The next wave of the transformation hits Newt’s throat, small bright blue lines appearing perpendicular to his jugular. Like gills.

[wizardingworldrevealed]

VALERIE

@dcmure​

clutching two bowls of piping hot stew in his hands, he carefully wove his way through the crowd that had gathered in the pub while he was waiting on their food. he had figured that - though it wasn't his favourite of places, london might be of a bit more comfort to valerie than a more secluded area. he supposed he might have taken them to hogsmeade - but he wasn't quite sure she was ready for that yet. so instead, he opted for the leaky cauldron, renting a room with two beds for them.

as he approached the table, he set the hot bowls down before lowering himself into the chair across from her. " dinner is served, valerie. i promise, tom is a much better cook than i. and the beds will be a lot more comfortable than those within my case as well. "

[wizardingsouls]

tag dump four ft. muse-related tags for james, newt, & graves!!

[fadinglights]

"i  hope  you  managed  to  get  everything  on  your  list.  the  queue  tomorrow  is  going  to  be  crazy."  she  remarks,  chuckling  at  his  comment  about  spending  money  during  the  holiday  season.  "hey,  that's  what  christmas  is  all  about,  right?  it's  money  well  spent  if  it  brings  happiness  to  you  and  those  who  receive  your  gifts."  to  some  it  may  be  wasteful  capitalism,  but  she  can't  deny  that  it's  a  holiday  that  puts  her  in  the  most  joyful  mood.  "it's  lovely.  sounds  like  you've  put  a  lot  of  thought  into  it."  her  smile  softens  as  he  goes  on  a  tangent  about  the  gift  he  bought  for  his  sister,  noticing  how  his  eyes  light  up  with  passion.  "i  don't  know  her  personally,  but  from  the  sound  of  it,  she'll  love  it."  not  that  he  needs  any  reassurance  from  her.  despite  never  having  crossed  paths  with  his  sister,  or  at  least  not  that  she's  aware  of,  she  feels  confident  in  her  assessment.  "wish  i  had  a  younger  brother  who's  just  as  thoughtful.  it  sucks  being  the  only  child."  she  laments,  though  not  that  not  everyone  she  knows  with  siblings  gets  along  as  well  as  newt  does  with  his  sister.  she  follows  him  into  the  kitchen,  taking  a  brief  moment  to  decide  on  her  drink.  "wine  would  be  good."  she  decides,  hoping  that  alcohol  will  help  her  brainstorm  new  solutions  for  her  current  dilemma.  “thanks.”

"yes, just grabbing the last bits -" he gestures towards the bags, before he rests them against the table. his apartment is open-plan and works perfectly for him. he's careful to keep it clean and tidy, even if he rarely actually has visitors. "i've taken so many shopping trips the past few weeks, i dread even looking at my banking app at the moment." the question is a good one, and it has him thinking. humming thoughtfully as he tries to discern what might be the best gift he's bought. lips part as he conjures up one he's particularly pleased with, "probably this..." he starts, reaching to grab the record player concealed in the box. "it's for my older sister, she's really gotten into records lately - like, all she talks about. i told my brothers and my father very early on that i'd be buying her one...at the moment she's using our dad's old one." she doesn't need to know the ins and outs, but she's got him started now. he was a passionate gift giver, always attempting to add a dash of the receiver's personality in every gift. "i'm personalising it, bought a cricut machine to personalise everything, i'm obsessed now. might've become a part of my personality," he snorts, before he's reached the kitchen, grabbing two glasses. "would you like a drink? i've got water, coke, fruit juice, wine, coffee, tea...could make a milkshake," don't go wild, newt. "what're you craving?"

[exmcrtis]

location: the park

closed starter for: @ghostsbrokenbyfairytales (huey)

maybe if he hadn't been tracking this specific lizard down, newt wouldn't be covered in dirt with a look of determination on his face. and yet there he was, fingers sunk into the soil as he fished around for his scaly friend. but then he felt eyes on him, and newt's head popped up immediately, his eyebrows pulling together in curiosity. "i'm looking for a lizard."

[lowkeyrobin]

Hello! I was wondering if you could please do newt (platonic/familial) with a younger sibling who makes/mends close and personality wise is similar to Luz from TOH? Thank you! :D

yesyesyesyesyesywsyes omg please keep the maze runner requests coming I'm very very fixated atm kdk how to function, PLEASE SPAM ME W TMR REQS RJNENE ; anyways thank you for requesting, hope you enjoy!! ; post writing robin here, I tried with the personality like Luz but I struggled for some reason so I'm so sorry about that LMAO

NEWT ; clothing maker/mender

summary ; you make and mend clothing around the Glade, and Newt is somehow always there to help

warnings ; language, Newt is still a runner so pre-injury era

genre ; platonic fluff

word count ; 1.1k

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The day you came up in the box, you were frightened and felt like you didn't fit in with the other kids of the Glade. You were socially awkward and didn't know how to talk to people, although being a people pleaser.

Talking was just hard for you, but luckily, Newt understood. He tucked you under his wing and tried to help you fit in with the others, but to no avail. Nothing was sticking out to you, it wasn't like jobs were supposed to be enjoyable but you truly couldn't fit in anywhere. The fifteen year old boy with dirty blonde hair was there for you, though, reassuring you that actually becoming a Glader, even after remembering your name, took time.

Becoming a Runner was off the table at day one, you had zero stamina and could barely run for shit, let alone your life, you and Newt, and Alby, Minho, and the other Runners quickly agreed upon that. Being a Builder was quickly eliminated as well, because you didn't want to deal with obnoxious assholes like Gally, Hank, and Alec all day long. Plus, you knew nothing about "structural integrity" or whatever the hell they were talking about anyways, wood to hammer to nail was all you saw.

You quickly gained a friendship with Winston after a month or two in the Glade, but no way in Hell were you joining the Slicers either. You'd gain an emotional attachment to the animals much too quickly to then watch them die, the emotional despair would be a bit much at the moment. Bagger was also off the charts, leaving Med-Jack and Track-Hoe on the table for you.

Newt wasn't going to let you become a Slopper, considering you weren't bad at helping people nor farming, you just had to find your thing that you'd be comfortable doing. So, you settled on Track-Hoe as they needed more help in the gardens and you wouldn't mind getting your hands dirty, with dirt, that is. No blood.

You found, or maybe relearned, your nick for sewing one morning as you needed to repair your shirt, and ran straight to Newt with your new talent. After seeing it himself, Newt quickly bounced to Alby's side to ask if you could make mending and making clothes your job. You hadn't had any luck finding a job out of the many in the Glade, clearly, so this might've been your luck turning.

The next coming days were slow. Thankfully, Alby approved your idea of a new job, considering you and Newt wouldn't stop pestering him about it, and it'd be a great convenience to have you around for something as necessary as clothing. The builders graciously built you a little hut next to the Homestead to give you your own little place to go and work, instead of working around the Glade and potentially dirty-ing the clothes you fixed and made.

The hut consisted of a table, a loom, a hanging rack for finished projects, and a little chest system organized by all the threads, needles, etcetera. Alas, Newt was the one to help you with your new job on days when he wasn't running out in the maze. Minho switched him out with Ben or George on those days as per his request, as to help you learn how to talk to and understand the Gladers, whom you didn't understand too well yet.

But, by the time the next Greenie, Henry, arrived, you were right on track. You modeled and measured and patched and sewed your days away, finding peace in the seemingly boring activity. And by this time, Newt had become your brother figure and your best friend, considering how much he understood and supported you and helped you get some great opportunities around the Glade. And now, you were the Keeper of the Seamers, the only worker, but still the Keeper.

After a long day of running in the maze with Minho, Newt jogs to your expansion of the Homestead, desiring your help.

"Hey, Shank" He warmly smiles, closing the door made of sticks behind him. "How's your day been?"

You shrug in response. "Slow. Need me to fix anything for you?"

He awkwardly smiles and nods, looking down at his knees. His cargo pants are ripped, and the skin beneath painted a light red in comparison to his pale complexion, rug burns covering his kneecaps.

"Tripped and fell out in the maze" He explains, "Just don't want them falling apart because it kinda trailed 'round to the back" He says, tracing the little rips around his knees.

You nod. "I mean, the best solution would be keeping them like that or turning them into shorts for hot days. But I know the maze is cold and stuff, so, your call. I don't wanna ruin your running pants but I can always scrounge up new ones, and the next Greenie will be up in two days so it wouldn't be that long of a wait-"

"I'll just keep them ripped" He lightly smiles, cutting your rant off.

He knew damn well to not let you spiral over something so little, so he developed the radar to sniff out when you were about to rant about small things for an hour out of panic. He pats your shoulder before sitting down next to you, looking over at the rack of finished clothing you'd patched up and finished making.

"Oh, were you able to finish that shirt you were making for yourself?" He asks, running a hand through his hair.

Lord, he needed a haircut, although the best method of that was knives, which made it all choppy and blunt. Hopefully, WCKD would send up some cutting shears or something soon. All of your hair needed a cut desperately.

You nod, setting your needle and thread down to go grab it. You pull it off the rack and hold it to your chest. A simple, thin, off white, long sleeved shirt rests against your torso as you cheesily smile at him.

"Looks good"

"Thanks" You put the shirt back on the rack, deciding to put it back in the Homestead near your hammock later.

Newt was usually very supportive and went out of his way to show appreciation and reassurance for you, though making it casual to actually feel real for you. Once he found out that he needed to speak with you like that after reassuring that you'd live without rain, he learned the lesson.

Before you can speak again, Ben runs in, looking for your help.

"Y/n, I ripped up the sleeve of my shirt, can you fix it?" He asks, holding the grey-blue shirt up for you to see

"Yeah, sure, leave it on that table" You reply, pointing at the table in front of you.

"Thanks, you're the best!" He says, setting the shirt on the table before leaving.

Newt looks up at you and smiles, "You're getting used to talking to people, I see"

You nod, catching his infectious smile.

"Welcome to the Glade, Y/n/n"

[kristen-rollens]

Good Omens if it included Muppets: A Thread (Part 1)🧵

-Crowley & Aziraphale are the only humanoid characters, nobody can replace them😌

-Sam the Eagle as Gabriel: This is the ONLY option

-Rizzo the Rat as Michael: idk it just feels right

-Pepe the King Prawn as Uriel: I can picture Pepe threatening Aziraphale in season 1😭

-Statler & Waldorf as Ligur & Hastur: No other options😮‍💨

-Gonzo as God: Specifically Gonzo from a Muppet Christmas Carol

Part 2 in my next post🐍🪽

@neil-gaiman

[wiithstars]

RECENT EVENTS HADN'T DONE MUCH to affect Annaki's life, except for maybe that the convenience of pizza on the way home of a shift that ran way too deep into the night was finally back. She was usually one to cook for herself, as it was much easier to keep control of her condition that way, but when exhausted and, sometimes emotionally-drained depending on just what type of veterinary cases had come in that day, who could turn away something that was quick, cheap, and delicious? Which was exactly the trap she had fallen into the night before, meaning Mochi was now receiving extra walks the day after to make up for all that grease. Currently on the second one, the normally well-behaved dog came to a sudden halt, sniffing at something on the ground that the receptionist couldn't see from where they were a few paces behind the canine. They had just turned their head down to investigate what it was when someone else appeared, grey eyes widening as their attention had been completely taken up by the service dog that Annaki had even noticed their approach. "We have toxic ones here?" For all she knew about domesticated animals, it didn't really equate equally to wild ones. Head tilting with interest, she couldn't resist peering down onto the curb to get a better look once she had pulled a curious Mochi safely away from the amphibian. "Well, what do we do now? We can't just leave him there. What if he wanders into the road?"

𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  (    / * open starter   )

( 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄, 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 ) The day-to-day life of Onyx Moondread was a study in tranquil detachment from the universe. They found solace in the mundane, waking up before their alarm sounded, donning mismatched socks, a carefully picked crystal in the pocket before leaving their home and the calmness of sitting in a shop where the bell hardly rang. Work was slow, but their walks to the shop were obviously slower. Onyx remains cognizant of the ebb and flow of everyday existence, greeting the sunlight with a smile, carefully stepping over cracks, and petting every animal that meets their path. The bustling world around them was a curious enigma, and they were content to be a silent mostly spectator. 

On this particular day, their thoughts drifted like leaves on a gentle stream carrying them aimlessly. Until in their path emerged a fork in the road, they’d come across a rare roughskin newt, and a strange person. Of course, they choose the newt. “Ooh!” Darting for the grass patch, they skip in front of the other, a graceless leap as thick loafers make a plomping sound. “Careful that’s a toxic one.” A sudden movement caught their eye again. The lizard, a baby, no bigger than the span of their hand, had appeared on the curb. Its scales shimmered like molten gold in the dappled sunlight, and its tiny claws clung to the cement frame with surprising tenacity. Onyx couldn't help but be captivated by this unexpected visitor, their musings momentarily disrupted by the creature's presence. “Probably just looking for some flies to munch on. Careful though, don’t let em getcha! ”

@anchoragestarters​  0/4 CAP

[the-fiction-witch]

No Girls?

Media The Maze Runner : Death Cure

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Smutty / Flirty

Concept A Glade with No Girls

Smut: Sexy Discussions / Sexual Language / Semi Nudity

I sat watching the ocean shift and change with each of its little waves, the ship to the side being worked on relentlessly by anyone with enough skill to do so. I sat repairing various clothes and tent flaps that had been dropped off to me a skill I'd always used and honestly enjoyed something about sitting down with a needle and some thread was so very calming indeed. But I wasn't alone I had newt beside me one of the group A boys who had gotten cosy with Vince I got along with most of them but newt especially we had a comfort with each other I suppose he had a day off from his usual work welding and cutting metal work on the ship a task Vince trained him in as his steady hand was well suited for it. But today he was resting his ankle up sitting with me as I worked. 

"Why didn't you try a big ladder?'

"We did. Couldn't build one big enough."

"What about like scaffolding?'

"Y/n I don't know how else to explain this to you the walls were too big to do that." 

"Did you try a big stick?" I asked and he glared at me "do like a pole vault" 

"Your really just not getting how big these walls are"

"No if it's a wall it can be scaled." 

"Okay so if you could get to the top then what?"

"Walk along the top."

"That doesn't connect. And moves every night"

"Fine. Still sounds dull"

"Says the girl who lived in a shopping centre with a bunch of cranks for two years"

"I wore stylish pre apocalypse fashion, ate so many fancy candies and slept on a whole bed of teddy bears. My life was awesome" 

"Sure sounds like it" he laughed

"So how many girls again?'

"One"

"Ooohh bet you boys fought over her. Or what she just one of those free love types who'd let all of you straight boys at her"

"No, she was only in the glade a week so"

"How long were you in there?'

"Three years"

"And you had one girl for a week?'

"Yeah'

"I'm surprised she got out the box without being drowned"

"...by what?" 

"A river of goo"

He glared at me again "we didn't all immediately jizz ourselves when we saw a girl"

"Really? Cause I think sixty boys in a large maze together for three years would be pretty hyped for a girl. Except the gay guys they probably didn't care all that much. Bisexuals hyped over threewaY possibilities. Asexuals wouldn't really care either" I explained

"I mean Thomas may have jizzed himself but that's because she's his girlfriend"

"Ohh. But you really spent three years with nothing but big smelly boys?"

"Yeah, and it wasn't that bad we had showers"

"Yeah I know what boys are like you showered once in a month if your lucky"

"...true." he sighed 

"Didn't you have buckets too?'

"Yeah for klunk" 

"Did you have laundry?'

'not really. Just brush it off if it gets dirt on it"

"Ugggh I get why the one girl lasted a week she probably couldn't stand the smell, sweaty smell unwashed teenage boys who don't wash their laundry and have shit buckets, all allowed to fester and go all sour"

"Okay now you say it… we probably were disgusting" 

"You shower more now right?"

"Every other day, I would everyday but the showers aren't that private…" 

"Awwww you shy newt?" I giggled

"Shy? Don't want people seeing my dick? Whatever you wanna call it" 

"But really no girls?"

"No girls."

"Awwww poor newtie spent all the formative teen time without anything to imagine" 

"I can imagine. I have an imagination"

"But you spent all that time without comparison. From when you where a tiny baby boy to now big strong boy" I smiled leaning on his shoulder 

"It wasn't that bad"

"What did you use to do? At night?"

"Sleep?"

"Newt, you were trapped in their from what 13 onwards. Your really going to try and tell me you didn't.. you know after lights out" 

"Did you?'

"Constantly I was bored. It helps me sleep"

"Do you… still?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Just… curious" he blushed "no, I uhh never really had time, or the privacy"

"Awwwwww poor newtie." I giggled hugging him tightly and immediately I noticed "hi"

"Hi"

"Be careful with that I only just repaired those pants newt" I warned him going back to my sewing as he turned bright red "newt?'

'yes?" 

"You ever seen boobs?"

"... How much boob?"

"How much have you seen?"

"I saw Teresa's in her shirt… and also a little down her shirt"

"Dirty boy"

"She was laying down it wasn't intentional!"

"That it?"

"That's it" 

"You ever touched a boob?"

"Nope"

"You ever seen ass?"

"I mean I've seen Minho. And fry. Infact most boys"

"I meant girls"

"No."

"Ever seen a? Lady area?"

"No,"

"... would you want to?" I asked 

He went bright red stuttering a lot barely able to make eye contact with me "I mean uhhh well I uhh I guess I uhh what I mean is uhh kinda"

I chuckled and finished my last few stitches throwing my finished work in the basket "you're sweet newt" I smiled moving to stand In Front of him and I lifted my shirt long enough for him to look before dropping it back down and giving his cheek a kiss even if he was basically frozen with his eyes wide in place "see you later" I laughed taking my basket and headed back to camp 

[crowleysgirl56]

Book Omens! A meandering journey to reading Good Omens to my son. The finale!

Well we finished it! Here are some thoughts and observations from both my son and myself (mostly myself actually).

- did I miss something or did Hastur just not do anything further once he got out of the answer-machine and ate all the telemarketers? In the show he manifests in the Bentley then gets discorporated and sent back to hell when Crowley drives through the ball of fire on the M25. But the book just has him coming through the phone line, turning into maggots, devouring the room of telemarketers and then that’s it. Also, it’s been a while since I’ve watched season 1, do they show that the telemarketers are brought back to life because the book has one of them call Newt and then gets annoyed that they’ve lost an entire day because they think it’s still Saturday (assuming this is thanks to Adam putting the world right again). Anyway, this is all to say that I find it odd that the thread of Hastur is just left hanging like that. Which makes me wonder if he was always supposed to have a major part to play in the book’s sequel (and therefore season 3). I recently read an old interview where Pratchett said the makings of the sequel are built into the book. Could this be one of those threads?

- on the subject of Hastur my son said that while he was stuck in the answer-machine Crowley should have just turned him into The Best of Queen, and HOW THE HELL HAS NO ONE THOUGHT OF THAT?! This kid is so clever sometimes he’d make Crowley proud.

- another major thing I noticed and I’m hoping I just didn’t miss something crucial here, is it’s never explained where Crowley got the holy water from. Is it implied it was Aziraphale in the book and I just completely missed it? All of this backstory was of course included in season 1 and I’m wondering if it was included specifically because it was never explained in the book. And again, because there was no explanation, would this have been included in the sequel?

- a sudden though regarding the bikers. There’s never any indication that they were restored. I don’t know if this means anything specifically, but considering there’s the short gag at the end of the book that implies the telemarketers were returned and also the delivery man, I wonder why this didn’t happen for the bikers. Again, is this another thread for the sequel?

- I’ve taken some screen shots below of more passages in the book that made me realise why I never thought Aziraphale and Crowley were romantically coded to each other the first time I read through the book (and I think I might do a deeper dive into these passages in a separate post).

Any thoughts about this is welcome. But again, it seems to be one of those “squint to see the deeper relationship” cases here.

- I will admit however the fact that they had no problem holding hands may have been what gave people pause to think about their relationship. Though could their relationship have been framed platonically, like for example Frodo and Sam in LoTR? (don’t come at me for that comparison. I get that Frodo and Sam are shipped constantly, but Tolkien very specifically said their relationship was about platonic companionship and the type of companionship that hetero men seem to be afraid to show each other in modern times.)

- the last passage involving Warlock was really interesting. Again I couldn’t remember if it’s included in the show, but there definitely did seem to be some kind of implication that there was more to Warlock than him just being the swapped child. Again, was this another thread for the sequel? Was it implied that he would now be the new antichrist? Or could he perhaps be the second coming? Will we see him in season 3?

So, overall impressions. My son liked it but I think a lot of it went over his head (I had to stop and explain a lot of religious canon to him, a lot of the satire, and most of the jokes). He liked Death and the rest of the horsemen and also the bikers. He identified with Adam but still didn’t quite understand why Adam just didn’t use his powers for good (bless him). He didn’t really feel anything in particular for Aziraphale and Crowley (sob!). He also asked me to explain what happened season 2 and why I’m sad about it. He is also now very sad for me, and is very angry with NG.

Maybe one day he’ll read the book again for himself and find the humour much more relatable. He is interested in reading Discworld again and maybe this time will stick it out.

I personally am glad I read it again for myself. And I’m also really grateful for all the fanfic that we have that expands on the story and the characters. Thank you so much to the fandom for your fabulous stories and your love for these characters. And thanks for following along with my ramblings.