#weirdly specific but ok

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

So I was telling one of my IRL friends I made at college that I should make a post about Arcane even though I've never seen it, and they were confused so I explained my Good Omens But I've Never Seen It post and how I love talking about shit I am VERY unqualified to talk about

And they asked to read the post so I showed it to them and

THEY SAID THEY'D READ IT BEFORE THEY'D MET ME IRL???? AND THAT POST WAS THE REASON THEY WATCHED GOOD OMENS????

I am So Mascot dear diary is this fame

[kookiekult]

Another one thank you 🥰

[lxvenderjewel]

lyrics:

Aziraphale writes me a letter everyday

I’m keeping his bed warm while God is away

He’s from the british side of Heaven

They're trying to keep Hell in line

Well they can keep all of Hell

Aziraphale, he’s mine

Heaven doesn’t discriminate

Between the sinners and the saints

It takes and it takes and it takes

And we keep loving anyway

We laugh and we cry and we break

And we make our mistakes

But if there’s a reason I’m still so swag

Especially when I’m in drag

I’m willing to wait for it

I’m willing to wait for it.

All the angels were fire and brimstone preachers

But there are things that the 

Homilies and hymns won’t teach ya

God was a genius 

Satan demanded respect

When I fell I got no instructions

Just a lover to protect

Hell doesn’t discriminate

Between the sinners and the saints

It takes and it takes and it takes

And we keep living anyways

We rise and we fall and we break 

And we make our mistakes

And if there’s a reason I can still smile 

When nobody has loved me or mine

Then I’m willing to wait for it

I’m willing to wait for it.

Wait for it

I am the one thing in life I can control

I am a sinner and the sin was original

I did not fall, I sauntered vague

I’m not standing still 

I am loving in wait

The humans face an endless uphill climb

They have something to prove, they have nothing to lose

A human’s pace is relentless they waste no time

What’s it like in their shoes?

A human doesn’t hesitate

They exhibit no restraint

They take and they take and they take

They keep winning anyway

They rise and they fall and they break

And they make their mistakes

If there’s a reason they seem to thrive

Even when they question and lie

I’m willing to wait for it

I’m willing to wait for it.

[its-a-me-asmi]

*clears throat* (I typed throats by accident, let the record show that I have only one throat) (*little red riding hood wolf voice* all the better to deepthroat you with, my dear Crowley)

Good Omens fandom and maggots and those who are both, we have converted many to our cult fandom of this wonderful show. I should probably state here that I am on the shady sideblog of @weirdly-specific-but-ok, my main blog. Uh. Yes. Hi.

As Mascot of the fandom, I would like to congratulate you all on your efforts towards this worthy cause, and cheers to everyone who finds a post with a new good omens fan/someone who hasn't watched the show and instantly tags me so I can destroy the OP's sanity. Wahoo!

Now, one fan of this show, however, is in a certain river of Egypt. Who is this fan in denial? Well, many of you maggots know and love @random-doctor-on-the-internet, Ash, for those who've seen them on the server.

Now Ash here has made several beautiful fanarts of Crowley, quotes Good Omens more than I do, wears three lovely Good Omens pins, has a corner of their wall devoted to Good Omens, has engaged in many discussions of Good Omens, is a fan of Neil's work, and married the Good Omens Mascot (yours truly) ten times.

AND YET: THEY INSIST THEY ARE NOT A GOOD OMENS FAN.

They said they would admit to being a fan if I made a public apology for calling them Aziraphale-coded, when they believe they are more Beelzebub coded or Anathema coded.

Let the record state that I am doing no such thing. What I am pointing out is the fact that they agreed, essentially, that they are a good omens fan, the only thing keeping them from admitting it is whether or not I make the apology.

I'm simply presenting the facts to you, the People, about Ash's affair with Good Omens. Now. Is Ash a Good Omens fan?

@arkytiorlecter @howmanyholesinswisscheese @queermarzipan what do we think?

[dolly-is-cool]

a WTNV Wendy’s Kid’s meal in honor of the WTNV live show and also the fact that I just got a Wendy’s kids meal

Little details because I thought about this a lot

every Cecil Doll looks different

the Cecil and Carlos dolls can hold hands with the use of magnets

the ‘spot the difference’ on the bag is a picture of Kevin and a picture of Cecil. there are 13 differences in total.

the mini Khoshek plushes are Khoshek’s kittens. it has a little hole in one spine to hang from the ceiling.

the black Erika is rarer to get than the white Erika

the invisible pie comes with a little plate and a little fork, both with the moon-lite all-nite diner logo on them.

the moon part on the wtnv logo plush glows in the dark

[i-am-trans-gwender]

Hyper specific and genuine question: Are there any good subversions of Peter Pan?

If you're going to tell a story a billion times you might as well add a new twist. But most subversions do the same twist: Peter is a villain and Hook is a hero. It's not even subverting expectations anymore, it is the expectation.

The only example I can think of is Hook which while not perfect does have a unique twist: What if Peter Pan grew up and lost his wonder and imagination?

Besides that I can't think of any good Peter Pan stories that aren't faithful retellings or a hero villain role swap.

[mindrottinglystupid]

My Stars

You, Maggots, are my stars,

You are the light guiding me through the dark nights

The constellations I study to distract myself from where I am

I love you more than I can ever express

You are the sand that keeps the ocean afloat,

Or the roots of a tree in a storm,

The gravity holding my universe together,

Every star, one of your homes

I love you more than the universe's lust for destruction

I thought of where I wanted to be,

And I thought of you

In our homes

In our stars

[girlboss-girlblog]

i just got this random burst of hope this morning like woah... i still have so much life to live and destiny is full of surprises?!!

[stumblingoverchaos]

Being some recs for fics set after Good Omens S2

Tether Ginger_Cat, Words: 44,562 Aziraphale, Supreme Archangel of the Heavenly Host, is just minding his own business. Really. It's not like he's trying to get summoned to Earth during highly important archangelic duties. And Crowley's not trying to summon him, he swears, but somehow it still keeps happening... Now, if they could only figure out why?

We Can't Keep Meeting Like This Ginger_Cat, Words: 65,450 Once a year, Aziraphale and Crowley meet on Earth to discuss the development of the reincarnated Christ child. The problem is, they can't stop having sex instead.

What You Leave Behind (or, A.J. Crowley, Bookseller Extrodinaire) chubbytransboi, Words: 50,733 “Are you a bookseller too?” “Not even at gunpoint.” After The Promotion, Crowley finds himself as the proprietor of A.Z. Fell and Co. (Emphasis on the ‘Co.’) Or: new jobs, new friends, and new ways of healing. And a LOT of sticky notes.

of truth, of light, of good sideraclara, Words: 75,179 Crowley will save Earth alone if he has to.

Factory Settings Anonymous, Words: 106,998 Crowley gets reinstated as an angel.

and though i burn, how could i fall? (when i am lifted by every word you say to me) shadoweddepths, Words: 24,699 Five times Aziraphale and Crowley argue, and the one time they don't.

But You, My Dear, Are An Ocean megzseattle, Words: 76,895 After Aziraphale's defection, Crowley tries to figure out how to live life for himself.

don't let this darkness fool you mygalfriday (BrinneyFriday), Words: 23,887 Lurching to his feet, Crowley stumbles through his flat in the dark – tripping over empty whiskey bottles and clothes he’d stripped out of and never bothered to pick up again. Heart pounding, he throws open the door. And the bottom drops abruptly out from beneath him. It feels like falling all over again – except from so much higher up than he’d ever been the first time. This is worse. This is so much worse because it isn’t him. It’s Aziraphale.

Endless, Numbered contritecactite, Words: 48,244 Crowley knows where he's not wanted—or, rather, where he was wanted but didn't want to go and is now no longer wanted—so he takes off until he finds a place that doesn't matter. Yet. It starts to matter quite a bit just around the time that Muriel reaches out to him about a book in Aziraphale's old shop that doesn't seem to be acting quite right. A medium-burn sort-of fix-it told partially through Aziraphale's recent diary entries in which nothing terribly dramatic happens because they've had enough of that.

freshly disowned in some frozen devotion (no more alone or myself could i be) shadoweddepths, Words: 22,379 Aziraphale rejects the Metatron's offer and chooses Crowley instead. Crowley helps him through the aftermath.

mourning doves`` sleepyimpulse, Words: 22,686 “I’m sorry,” he registered himself saying between heaving sobs. “I’m so sorry, Crowley, I’m so sorry. Forgive me, please, please forgive me.” He hadn’t meant to say it like that, he knew the words were all wrong (he would never find the right ones). But the pain was coming at him in every direction and something, something had to give, and so he clung to Crowley like a life preserver. Crowley bent his body over Aziraphale’s and slowly, surely, pressed a kiss to his bloodied forehead. “I can’t,” he whispered, and Aziraphale went unconscious.

pieces of you blackeyedblonde, Words: 18,348 “Crowley,” Aziraphale whispers, hand mindlessly grappling for the golden clasp secured at his throat. “What have you done?” “What I’ve always wanted,” Crowley says flatly, clutching the baby close against his bare chest. “You made your choice, angel. And I made a few of my own.” “Whose,” Aziraphale starts to say, and then can’t speak for a moment while something visceral moves through him. “Whose child are they? Other than yours, I mean.” “Look at her for yourself,” Crowley says, drawing his dark wing up just enough that Aziraphale can gaze at the newborn without feathers blocking the lamplight glowing behind them. “You haven’t even been gone for a year—don’t tell me you suddenly can’t recognize one of your own.”

Touch my Tears with Your Lips IneffableDoll, Words: 27,217 The emptiness of Heaven is punishment itself, a torture for a very Earthly angel. He has no power. The Metatron lied to him. Crowley is somewhere else. Aziraphale is alone. When he eventually escapes back to Earth – where he belongs – Aziraphale and Crowley have a lot to work through, even after averting the Second Coming, a renewed attempt at taking away all they hold dear. They need to be gentle with each other’s fragile, fractured hearts and together, figure out how to love one another the way they’ve long wished to. A story of trauma, healing, and love. So, so much love.

Light the Corners of my Mind cyankelpie, Words: 25,897 Aziraphale, thirty-eighth order scrivener—at least, that's who they told him he was—wakes up from some perfectly normal memory loss to find a cryptic note written on his hand. The further he goes in his search for answers, the more questions he has. Will he ever learn why he was demoted to a desk job? Or how he'd managed to collect enough books to open a bookshop? Or why that familiar red-haired demon on Earth seems to be avoiding him?

Devotion, grace and other small miracles Chrissy22, Words: 4,343 Seven months after the events of Season 2, Crowley gets a phone call from a panicking Muriel.

journeys end in lovers' meeting terpsichorean, Words: 48,137 With the Second Coming averted and Aziraphale back on Earth, all Crowley wanted was a return to the way things used to be, before he confessed his feelings and kissed his best friend in what may be the most unsuccessful love confession of all time. In an effort to cheer an equally miserable Aziraphale, the two of them leave London to attend a murder mystery party in an old country estate. But things quickly go wrong and someone ends up dead. It's up to Aziraphale and Crowley to save the other guests from whatever dangers lurk within the manor. And maybe, Crowley will gather the courage to ask the one question he’s not sure he wants answered: why did Aziraphale come back?

nebula 231080 starklystar, Words: 33,710 Philosophers liked to pose the question, observation against perception: If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound? Aziraphale would argue that sound was something witnessed, and Crowley would argue that if sound had to be witnessed, then why was virtue unwitnessed a nobler thing? But first, Crowley would point out that he himself had fallen, alone and without witness, and it had bloody fucking hurt.

I'm the treasure baby, I'm the prize stereobone, Words: 9,405 "Are you working for Mrs. Sandwich?" Nina asks. "No," Crowley says. "Well, yes. Well, define 'working'."

[shoemakerobstetrician]

@weirdly-specific-but-ok I just LOVE it when you reblog some innocent post from outside the mascot chaos - a compilation of pretty Aziraphale expressions perhaps - and suddenly the comments and reblogs are overrun with our specific brand of unhinged:

“blood viscosity threat”

“HEY MAGGOTS”

Various accusations of Sadism and cruelty

“I’m not the one that kidnapped you but goddamn am I enjoying it.”

*eats both popcorn and your hand*

“emotional support fruit”

With the original poster getting all these little snippets as notifications.

WTAF MUST THEY THINK?!😱😱😱

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

Currently trying to make an irl friend Kyomi (the one from this post) join tumblr properly.

I told them the benefits of tumblr are:

Indulge in the power of knowing you are the most cursed part of someone's day.

You get news the good way (through the destiel meme)

Whatever weird shit you say, there's always someone to make it weirder

You will get brainrot from fandoms you are not a part of, and you can brainrot everyone else, flooding their dash with things they never wanted to see

Every now and then a post from 2016 shows up that you've only ever seen in screenshots and gives you an existential crisis

[suzypfonne]

@weirdly-specific-but-ok

Asmi's S2 E1-3 RANT, INCOMING!

[lxvenderjewel]

@weirdly-specific-but-ok my jaw DROPPED are you KIDDING me

IM IN TEARS

[pyromaniacbibliophile]

you know what? Fine. Er- Good Omens is ineffably amazing, everyone should watch it, we have an insane maggot prince, who was kidnapped, if you haven’t WATCH IT NOW YOU FOOLS YOU DONT KNOW WHAT YOUR MISSING OUT ON

we have David Tennant

[withascaleandafeather]

We're watching "Staged" in @weirdly-specific-but-ok 's discord server today.

I would love to see my mutuals there!

[voids-ideas]

Coraline but i've never watched or read it

I've been wanting to see this movie since the obsession with good omens started, but I haven't and now I decided: why not first do this Asmi style?

Any complaints about my lack of knowledge, can be directed to @weirdly-specific-but-ok for showing me this as a valid action

@neil-gaiman it's responsable of this

It is a children's film

For some reason everyone was scared when they saw it as children

The main character (who I assume is Coraline) has... blue hair?

Are there... dead characters?

Two worlds?

THERE'S A DOOR, I THINK

No way, Jay. Of course there's a fucking door, everything has doors

You can go from one world to the other through the door? Idk, you tell me. I say that's what doors are for, it should be like that. Doors are for going from one place to another, can you go from one world to another through the door?

Mom is not good

There are two moms

This, unfortunately, does not mean that it is a sapphic relationship, both have husbands, and are from different worlds

One is dead?

The one that's dead is the good one? (Oh gods, this sounds disturbing)

There's a scene where they're having dinner, it's the only scene I've seen, I think it's relevant, I don't know why

There are characters with buttons on their eyes

...

AT ONE POINT THEY TRY TO PUT BUTTONS ON CORALINE'S EYES!? TELL ME I'M WRONG, PLEASE. THAT SOUNDS DISTURBING

There's a book

I discovered there was a book when I googled how to spell the name of the movie. Three minutes ago

I don't know why I was surprised there was a book, it's Neil Gaiman, of course there's a book

Is there a dog? No, possibly not. Possibly this is me wanting there to be a dog. Tell me there's a dog, I want a dog. Or a cat, but for some reason the idea of a dog is more correct in my mind

There is a problem with the food, what is it? No idea. But there is something wrong with the food

I'll leave it at that because I've been feeling like I've been making it up since about number 12 or so