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[lilithsquidhug]

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[cobragardens]

5 Good Omens Timefucks that Haunt Me

1.

Why is this here? Why is this line included? Is it just to add texture, to imply that larger world of corporate fascism of which Crowley and Aziraphale are subjects and victims and little worker bees? If so, why "They've started early" specifically? Why not "I wouldn't have expected that shrub to be the first to go" or "Aw, I liked that rock formation"?

Crawly doesn't make this comment in an offhand way: he sounds a bit taken aback and not thrilled that things have kicked off sooner than he anticipated. But it doesn't ultimately seem to make any difference to this scene, so why do we, the audience, need to know Hell started early?

2.

This one I'm not as confident will turn out to be significant, because iirc it appears in the book, which was a complete story when written, and because it serves a narrative purpose: it puts Agnes Nutter in charge of the situation, not her murderers. By backfooting Witchfinder Major Pulsifer, Agnes startles him enough she's able to walk past him without Pulsifer seizing her and discovering the extra 80 lbs of gunpowder and roofing nails in her skirts.

But. Agnes Nutter's sense of time is Nice and Accurate, and she notices the witchburning party are late and remarks on it to herself before she says anything to Pulsifer. So assuming a few minutes to position Agnes, tie her to the stake, and read the charges and conviction against her, Pulsifer and Agnes' neighbors are 12-15 minutes later than they should be. Why?

If the book answers this question, I don't recall; the show does not. And again, it seems to make no ultimate difference to this scene.

I'm not saying this was even purposely included in S1 as a timefuck. I am suggesting that as Gaiman seems to be fucking with time or timelines in this story, even if he and Pratchett didn't plan it like this when discussing the sequel, a retcon is hardly out of the question.

3.

As others have pointed out, Shostakovich's Symphony No. 5 is 45-55 minutes long. If you're listening to it on 78s instead of LPs because you are a CRAZY PERSON, it's going to take you more like 1 hour 5 minutes, because one side of a 78 holds, at most, 5 minutes of music, so every 5 minutes you have to get up and flip or switch the record.

Shostakovich wrote his 5th symphony in response to criticism in the state newspaper (possibly penned by Stalin himself) that his previous work didn't suck the Communist Party's dick hard enough--the kind of criticism that put him in danger of being sent to prison or killed. At the time it was first performed in 1937, Symphony No. 5 was considered a massive triumph, walking the line perfectly between Shostakovich's artistic standards and the Communist Party's demands of him.

The choice is symbolically significant, but it's a symphony, so whoever's censoring it isn't censoring lyrics or information. Again, why? Why is a 45-55-minute symphony only 21 minutes long? What did the time thief do with the 24-34 minutes?

4.

Here's the rug that covers the portal to Heaven in Episode 1:

Here's the rug in Ep. 2:

Aziraphale does not change this rug for the party. We know this bc we see it in Episode 5 when Mrs Sandwich enters the bookshop and the party is in full swing:

Now here's Aziraphale moving the circular rug to expose the portal to Heaven:

But here's Crowley, putting the rug back:

Why are there two different rugs?

5.

Every end credits track has the first line of "Everyday" embedded in it But after the line from "Everyday," at the end of Episode 4, the theme skips twice like a vinyl record, and then is stopped by whoever controls the turntable and restarted, with several seconds of music having been skipped over.

This is not the first time it has mattered to a character in Good Omens what we in the audience see and hear. I argue here that God asks Aziraphale what he did with the flaming sword She gave him in order to show us the audience who Aziraphale is. God also addresses us the audience directly in S1, not only narrating about characters omnisciently but speaking to us about Herself in first person.

Now we evidently have a second character who has gone meta and is changing what we the audience experience of this story, and--indications are good--the story itself.

[shieldofiron]

💗Is there a scene you can’t wait to write for a WIP?

The Timefuck au is still in the works, and I literally cannot wait to write the 1984 Party at Tina’s.

The timefuck is Modern Au Billy moving to Hawkins. It’s kinda cool, the school is ruled by this Pretty Bi boy, so he’s thinking he might actually get to be out at school. He goes to sleep that first night and wakes up in Hawkins 1984, and a very pretty boy asks him what the fuck he was doing in his weird dream from last night.

[yloiseconeillants]

JUNELEZEN - Day 3 :: Spring

spring: a season of growth or renewal; to originate or arise from - to appear suddenly or unexpectedly from; (informal) to bring about the escape or release of a prisoner

The moment the guard left the tent, Ariel gathered the chain between the shackles on both of her wrists that kept her tethered to the oversized, foreboding chair of Allagan design and tested its limits. She could just reach the other side of the desk beside her, covered in maps of Meracydia and other official documents (she recognized, her blood rushing a little at the sight of it, her letter of recommendation to the academy - but of course they'd have any records of her left in Allag), but couldn't quite reach into the drawers to find a pen, a letter opener, anything sharp that could draw blood or get her out of this situation. She could take a step or so in the other direction toward the door, but the chains were strong and the chair was impossibly heavy (no, not impossibly, she chided herself, just a dense alloy - she'd been around enough proposals to recognize their use in military camps to establish a sense of permanence). Oh, but this is wasting time. Think! The entry to the left of her led back to the mining camp, with a few dozen Allagan soldiers milling around during their meal break. Behind her, to the right, through, perhaps, a small slit she could tear through the tent's canvas, were thick, unfamiliar jungles. She could lose the Allagans, but just as likely lose herself. Settling back into the chair, she tested the weight of the chains. Sturdy, yes. But light enough to throw around a man's neck. It would have to do.

Someone approached. She dropped the chain, gently, to dampen the noise of the links hitting each other, drooping her shoulders and hanging her head between them, letting her hair cover her eyes, but giving her a screen to watch as booted feet approached, pulled a chair before her and sat down. The boots were not military standard, but adorned with intricate gold embroidery. They were still clean, despite the recent rain. They had arrived by some vehicle, not marching with the invading company. Not an officer, but not a civilian either, to afford such finery. She lifted her eyes carefully to peek behind her hair. Gold eyes. Smiling. She felt a shudder go up her spine and chose to ignore it.

"Good morning," the man said, cheerfully, in comfortably spoken Meracydian. He sat in the chair he pulled before her lazily, one leg thrown over the other. His clothes were crisp, lavish even, in the increasingly ostentatious fashion of the inner court. A courtier, then. She'd seen the imperial retinues even before Emperor Xande's miraculous restoration ("a flock of peacocks is just as hard to miss," she distantly remembered a friend quipping). Playing the damsel would not work with this one, she assumed, and flipped her head back to clear the hair from her eyes.

"What do you want from me?" she asked in Allagan, with practiced evenness.

"An impossible question," he laughed, his Allagan accent not quite a native one, and reached for the folder with her letter of recommendation on the desk beside her. "You learned Allagan from your time at the academy?"

"And you ask questions to which you already know the answer." She shifted as she spoke, drawing her body closer to the edge of the chair.

He flipped through the documents in the folder, nodding with bemusement at her accusation. Satisfied with whatever he found in her record, he tossed it back onto the desk, then shrugged, a smug smile creeping across his face. Ariel considered the distance between them. He'd have to come closer if she was to strangle him.

"Tell me about the starshower in your dreams, then."

Silence stood between them as she froze. The only movement in the room was the smile fading from his face as she stared him down. At last she remembered to breathe and sucked in air sharply, exhaling just as quickly. She didn't look away from him.

"I assume," she began, "that you have the answer to that question too." She tried to respond without reaction, but it still came out as a question. Her dreams of late had been filled with starshowers, accompanying a terrible sense of foreboding and familiarity. She brushed the dream away as her brain attempting to make sense of the Allagan invasion, but the image persisted, coming to her even during her waking hours, heralded by a stinging headache and even dizziness.

He leaned forward, and she remembered the chain between her hands. He was still too far away, she lied to herself.

"I had hoped to come bearing many answers to your unasked questions." His gloved hand slipped behind his coat's lapel for a moment, then produced a bundled silk handkerchief. He handled the silk carefully, lifting one end over the other, revealing at last a peculiar, carved orange crystal, etched with the Meracydian alchemical symbol for the sun. A relic, perhaps? Is this what she was brought here for? But she was a biochemist, not an archaeologist.

"What legends are the Allagans chasing now?" she asked, attempting to regather her composure.

"This is a personal matter, I'm afraid." He held his free hand out and shook it once, nodding at her own hand to encourage her to hold it out. She held her breath, but curiosity compelled her to play along. She held her hand aloft, the chain clinking gently as the links straightened out.

He pressed the crystal into the flat of her palm, and covered her hand with his own with increasing pressure, until the crystal dug into her skin, threatening to break. His eyes bore into her own, and she felt suddenly like a caught animal - she tried to tug her hand away, but his grip only grew stronger, as his face turned as tense as she felt. The chain between her hands shook and clanked as they struggled, when the headache that accompanied the visions of the starshower suddenly returned, stronger than she had ever felt before.

She felt like she was sinking, then falling as the room darkened around her, and then she was somewhere else. Not in this muddy tent in this Meracydian backwater, but in a low-lit apartment overlooking an unfamiliar city. The man was here, though he looked different - not the same man after all? Their faces were the same and not the same. He was drinking something in a glass, a brooding look as he peered out over the city in the rain. A knock on the door before it opened, and then she was there too. Not her. The same and not the same, as with him. His face lit up at the sight of her, and she felt the relief he felt in this moment. Nostalgia came like crashing waves. They embraced, as they had time and time again and would time and time after this, whispered devotions to each other drowned out by the crackle of the phonograph and the sound of the rain on the window. This was home, Ariel realized, and she was roused from her dreams by her own sobs.

The man - his name was and wasn't Hades, she knew, as she knew her name was and was not Ariel - had removed the crystal from her palm and wrapped the puncture wound it had left in her with gauze. How long had she been gone? It hardly mattered.

"I can get you out of these chains," he continued, as she realized he had likely been speaking to her throughout her reverie, "we can be like we were once again. I have so much to tell you-"

"You're not of Allag," she interrupted, her giddiness getting the better of her.

"And you are not of Meracydia," he countered, equally gleeful. "If I asked you to help me burn them to ashes, both of them," he emphasized when her eyes widened, "to bring back the world we once knew, you would do so? You would follow my command?"

"To every article," she murmured, already plotting how this Hades would soon follow her lead instead-

"Ari," he began again, and the sudden softness and familiarity in his tone made her heart ache even as she schemed against it. "Do you like the opera?"

[daddyplasmius]

AU where in TUE Dan not only killed human-Danny, but killed Vlad too when ripping his ghost half out, so when Danny gets stuck in the future, Vlad can't help him get the Time Medallion out. AU where Danny is permanently stuck in the future & no one knows (besides Jazz, who unfortunately was never brought into the know so doesn't know what exactly she's seeing so only knows Danny is being weirder than normal) because Dan is still pretending to be him in the past. AU where the timeline is so fucked up by all the paradoxes & shit that Clockwork can no longer touch it with a ten-foot-transdimensional-pole.

[fragilecapric0rnn]

RUNNING OUT OF TIME: Yellowjackets Time Travel AU

PART ONE: how do i grapple with the things that i have done? || Misty. 2021.

Read Here || t&up || 2.2k

Misty, following her sudden change of heart, decides to fuck with the space-time continuum.

[pronouncingitwang]

thinking about bill potts again I'm gonna scream and cry and frow up and kill steven moffat

[elwenyere]

Time fuck au for the Wip game?💕👀👀

Coats and @oathkeeperoxas asked about the Timefuck AU (thank you, my dears!!!).

This is a Codywan fic in which Rex, Ahsoka, Obi-Wan, and Cody get their relationships to time fucked up after an encounter with a mysterious (Sith??? or not???) artifact. They don't all experience the dislocations in the same way or at the same times, however, so as they try to figure out how to undo the effects, they also have to deal with unpredictable disappearances and reappearances as one of them gets sucked backward or forward to loop particular moments, without any discernible pattern (at least at first).

This one is mostly in the planning stages, and I've already shared a wee bit that I wrote here, but I can offer another tiny, very drafty snip:

“How long before you get shot?"

Obi-Wan blinked, his first attempt at comprehension coming up blank as Cody’s question slid over the surface of his mind - traveling over the thick sediments of worry before snagging on a patch that had grown rough with frequent friction: the day that Obi-Wan’s thoughts had returned to over and over. The last time anyone had seen Cody.

The day after Obi-Wan had become Rako Hardeen.

“Oh, Cody,” he said, his chest tightening as the revelation settled itself over the past month, compressing its layers into a thick, clastic bruise, “the mission is over. The shot wasn’t real. I didn’t -”

“Dont,” Cody cut him off, “tell me you didn’t die. I watched you die. Thirty times. I couldn’t stop it. So don’t tell me -”

[cobragardens]

::screaming::

So were Neil and Douglas ever going to tell anyone that there were two suns at the end of episode 6…?

The ineffable detective agency has been busy lately with codes and signals, so I thought I’d just pop on and howl into the void with a few things.

Like the fact that if these two shots were supposed to be happening simultaneously for real, then SoHo’s got a little physics problem.

The southeast end of the street AND the north west end of Whickeber Street have a sun rising/setting behind them at the same time. Look at the direction of the light and shadow on the cars and the road, and how the sun is always the both of their backs. While they look towards the other. On opposite sides of the road.

I’m not saying that it’s impossible that it’s an error or an artistic choice, but with the amount of clues and hints that have been dropped by the creators about light I think it’s pretty unlikely. But it gets worse.

look at the bookshop during the angel and demon conference, and during the final 15 argument.

The sunlight starts streaming in both both sides while they’re still in the bookshop. Compare with when we see the bookshop at other times throughout the earlier episodes. It does not look like this.

So are we playing 4D chess with the sun now?

Members who want to share our confusion with the Good Omens fandom include: @bbbitchvibbbez @embracing-the-ineffable @kimberleyjean @maufungi @noneorother @theastrophysicistnextdoor @thebluestgreen

[lilithsquidhug]

sometimes i feel like whole segments of my mind are trapped in the past

2019, 2018

the Great COVID TimeFuck still vexes me

[shieldofiron]

Finding the right song can literally make writing easier.

Me listening to one song from 1972

[flying-cat]

One reason I love the idea of bkdk trading some character traits with one another (Izuku gets angry a bit easier and maybe swears when he's not thinking about how his poor mother would react to it (lmao) and Katsuki getting at least a little bit calmer (when people aren't actively making him angry) and letting his nerdy side show more) is because it then makes me think about them meeting their middle school selves with some sort of timefuck quirk and their middle school selves are already flabbergasted that they're both pro-heroes together AND they get along. Now just wait until 14 y/o Katsuki sees 24 y/o Izuku getting PISSED at something and 25 y/o Katsuki is trying not to laugh about it.

[fragilecapric0rnn]

give me all the lesbians please (tplot Yellowjackets) ❤️✨

slowly but surely getting some of the timefucked fic written! who woulda thought that the A Plot (adult plot) would be easier for me to write than the T Plot (teen plot) anywhoooo here's some teen plot <3 ;)

But, as far as Van is concerned, Lottie is weirdly intune with everything that goes on around her. So, even if she didn’t almost bang down the door at that party in November. And she didn’t witness the two of them stumbling out of the bathroom as Van very obviously wiped Tai’s lipstick off of her face, she still would’ve figured it out.  Neither of them say anything else as they shuffle onto the plane. 

✨BULLY ME INTO WRITING PLZ✨

[pillowspace]

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[wstrnred]

GATE OF TIME????????????????????? bitch please let this be how we access ancient zelda. we timefuck around 10,000 years ago. find ancient zelda from the tapestry. link has now absorbed the spirit of the hero from 10,000 years ago into his arm. o shit they were both zonai. how cool and epic would that be

[cobragardens]

In the right place

✨️AT THE RIGHT TIME✨️

I can’t believe I still notice new (at least new to me) things to get hung up on in GO. In this scene ⬇️ Crowley says to Nina: “Just for once in your life trust something.”

How does he know that? How does he know she never trusts anything? He doesn’t. At least not from the interactions we see on screen.

But we know that Crowley and Nina (and Aziraphale and Maggie) are set up to be quite similar.

For example: Before that Nina says to him that she’s going home to “drink herself senseless in an empty flat”. Probably exactly what Crowley would (will? 😭) do.

So my guess is: Crowley is assuming Nina never trusts anything, because he doesn’t.

He has been kicked out by heaven back when he was probably more trusting (“how much trouble can I get into just for asking a few questions”). And since then he always had to watch his back, because being on his own side put him in constant danger from hell (see whatever happened after Edinburgh that made him feel like he needed insurance).

And that also goes for his relationship with Aziraphale. From the very beginning the angel constantly rebuffs (or outright rejects) him (not admitting they’re friends, you go too fast for me, there is no our side etc.). Don’t get me wrong, Crowley trusts Aziraphale with his life. And I am sure he holds none of it against him (they both are victims of the circumstances). But he doesn’t trust that the “peaceful fragile existence” they have now will last.

Nina says as much to him. “You’re the hard bitten one who can never trust anyone ever again.”

Which brings us to the final 15. Crowley is ready to trust. To confess. But it doesn’t go that way and that probably doesn’t surprise him. He is resigned to the fact that things don’t work out for him. He had hoped of course (he is an optimist), but he is very used to “being the bad guy” (“Unforgivable that’s what I am”). He doesn’t trust himself to be enough.

I will cry now. Bye.