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My crazy Season 3 idea based on Spy Film tropes…

Something about how Good Omens is a Cold War spy drama hiding beneath a Fantasy drama with a Season 2 misdirection as a “Romance”.

Something about bees and murder hornets.

Something about how almost every spy drama has a big reveal that one of the “good guys” was actually working for the enemy for a loooooong time.

Something about how Michael is able to quite confidently walk into Hell with that Holy Water…

And how she’s able to directly contact Hell and appears to enjoy those conversations.

Something about these odd little micro gestures between Michael and Dagon.

Maybe Michael and Dagon have been plotting.

Maybe Michael is Hell’s bee.

Maybe she gave up on Heaven a looooong time ago…

Maybe this is bigger than an “Institutional Problem”.

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Can you?

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I signed up for this library and now access it through the Libby app. All I have to do is tell the app to switch from my public library card to the QLL card. Easy peasy.

Hey Tumblr, we're Queer Liberation Library (QLL)

we're a queer digital library, by & for the LGBTQ+ community

Our Mission: Queer Liberation Library fights to build a vibrant, flourishing queer future by connecting LGBTQ+ people with literature, information, and resources that celebrate the unique and empowering diversity of our community.

Learn more about us on our website: https://www.queerliberationlibrary.org/

or other socials:

Instagram: @queerliblib 

Tiktok: @queerliblib

bsky: @queerliblib.bsky.social

(here’s our linktr.ee as well)

QLL launched on October 23rd, 2023, and are currently accepting membership applications on an ongoing basis! Please note we are a US-based organization and are currently only able to make our library available to patrons in the USA. If we are ever able to expand internationally we promise to shout the news from our proverbial rooftops <3

we’re a 501(c)3 non-profit, and are currently funded entirely by donations - you can support our mission by donating here.

you can also get some rad QLL (union made!) merch here!

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🪰🪰👑Prince Lord Beelzebub👑🪰🪰

Don't think I remember posting this here, but I'm doing it anyway!

They were made last year, but I still love them lol.😆

So anyway.. here's my own design for Bub! (Hehe yes, I called them BUB!)🪰🖤

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The last shoot day of Good Omens 2. Before the Beginning.

A screen “plate” for GoodOmens 2 shared by Ashley Mayse (VfX producer) in a webinar about the process of production.

“It was the last shoot day of the whole season so there was a lot of pressure that we got it right”.

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Hand, anyone?

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It’s been 101 days since I started working on the bookshop model, and it’s almost finished – except it’s not quite yet. I’ve started working on the roof and the dome, which were the parts I still had left. And now everything needs to come together. So mostly I’m just gluing and gluing and adjusting the details. And here are a few photos of how it looks right now.

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In the Dallas, Texas, United States area? There's a thread with the beginnings of a plan for a picnic. Hop into the discord, and find it in the picnic organizing thread.

"Perhaps one day we could... I don't know. Go for a picnic." ~Aziraphale, 1967

The Ineffable Society Synchronous Picnics!

Crowley and Aziraphale may not have had their picnic yet but we can show them how it's done:

TIS is inviting all Good Omens fans to join us on Saturday May 10th wherever you may be.

It's Good Omens' 35th Anniversary after all!

This is the day that the book was originally published in 1990, and the day of the bombing of St Dunstan-in-the-East, the church which inspired the one in the Blitz scene. St Dunstan later became a public gardens in the 1970s. 👀

How to have your own TIS Picnic:

* Minimum of one person, you!

* Minimum of one tasty treat, preferably eaten or drank outdoors

* On Saturday May 10, 2025 at any time of day

Will it be you and your angel/demon having a picnic on a tartan blanket at a park? Or will you invite several of your friends to your house? Will you enjoy some cosplay? Will you theme your beverages, meal, snacks, and dessert with Good Omens themes?

Or will you invite any local fans to join you at a more organized event?

There are people starting to plan picnic meetups over on our Discord server. I will link that below. You're welcome to post about yours in there as well but it is not mandatory, especially if you are planning something more intimate. Just by having a little picnic on May 10, you too have become part of The Ineffable Society's celebration!

DISCORD LINK

https://discord.gg/JQzyWnBf

Current Planned and open to the fandom picnics include:

1:30pm - 7pm at Historic Smithville Park in Eastampton, New Jersey (Pavilion secured! See you there!)

11:30am - 4pm at Springbrook Nature Center in Itasca, Illinois Near Chicago! (Pavilion Secured for "Book Club Potluck". Contact Oldblackhat via Discord DM, also on the TIS Discord Server)

12pm at Fernbank Science Center in Atlanta, Georgia for picnic. Followed by 2pm Planetarium show "Forward to the Moon". "Pics after if people want to cosplay."

11:00am at Caffe Vita KEXP in Seattle, Washington (by the Space Needle for lunch!)

11:30am - TBD at Rochester, New York in Highland Park for the Lilac Festival [Note: This is upstate NY.] At tulip garden by the park sign @ South and Reservoir. (map pin: https://maps.app.goo.gl/kMD5w9p64cHdYoZ96) Contact callistazm via Discord DM or bsky: kittensceilidh.bsky.social. NOTE: The Lamberton Conservatory is an indoor activity right next to the meeting spot if rain happens.

Current Plans-In-Progress and open to the fandom picnics include:

Plans for: TIME & LOCATION TBD. Hell, Michigan. Yes. Hell. Michigan.

Plans for: TIME & LOCATION TBD. Austin, Texas

Plans for: TIME & LOCATION TBD. Washington DC area

Current Areas Seeking Plans open to the fandom picnics include:

Seeking Plans in: Oklahoma (Oklahoma City or Tulsa), United States

Seeking Plans in: Arkansas, United States

Seeking Plans in: Tennessee, United States

Seeking Plans in: Massachusetts, United States

Seeking Plans in: Connecticut, United States

Seeking Plans in: Portland, Oregon, United States

Seeking Plans in: Tampere, Finland

Seeking Plans in: Berlin, Germany

Seeking Plans in: London UK (Who wants to HOST in St. James's Park? It can be you!)

That last group? We have at least one person in who is interested meeting other Good Omens fans for a picnic, and one could easily be organized if there's interest. THEY NEED SOMEONE WHO IS READY TO ORGANIZE. If you're good at making choices, come join us in the server.

We shall add more to this list as people organize!

If you enjoy a picnic on May 10: We would love to hear about it! Share us your deeds of the day with some pictures using any of these tags #GO For A Picnic, #Good Omens Picnic, or #The Ineffable Society Picnic.

Want to get involved with art, fic, cosplay with a picnic theme? That's also encouraged for any and all Good Omens characters!

AO3 collection archiveofourown.org/collections/GOforapicnic

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I gave Crowley a little nonbinary pin like the one David Tennant wears💛🤍💜🖤

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I’m trying to get into drawing more again, and his face is just my favorite thing. You’re all my inspiration, your talents makes me want to do more things ❤️

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Hangover pt2

Pt1:

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For Comfort’s Sake

Good Omens Fanfic | Crowley x Aziraphale | Soft Fluff | 4k+ words | Extended Version

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Crowley was not sulking.

He didn’t sulk. Demons, especially stylish, sunglasses-wearing, effortlessly cool demons, did not sulk. They might brood. They might lounge with irritation. They might sprawl across a couch in long, sinuous lines of coiled agitation. But sulk?

Absolutely not.

Still, there he was, curled on the far end of Aziraphale’s absurdly comfortable bookshop couch like a Victorian widow in mourning, legs tucked under him, arms crossed, sunglasses still on even though the only source of light was a little table lamp and the warm, golden aura that always clung to Aziraphale when he was relaxed. The angel was reading in his favorite chair — of course he was — with a thick book spread across his lap, cheeks pink with quiet contentment, looking like the embodiment of domesticity and everything Crowley was trying very hard to pretend he didn’t crave.

It was infuriating.

Aziraphale looked so soft. So warm and plush and unbothered. His robe had slipped just enough to show his throat and the upper swell of his chest, his tummy was gently rounded like a perfect pillow, and his thighs—

Crowley growled softly into the collar of his coat and adjusted himself, crossing his legs in the opposite direction. He wasn’t thinking about Aziraphale’s thighs. Or how perfect they looked for resting one’s head on. Or how they probably had just enough give to them, a kind of divine squishiness that made them ideal for cuddling. Or how Crowley had been having that exact thought every night for the last three centuries.

This was torture. And the worst part?

It wasn’t even his fault.

Aziraphale was doing this on purpose. He had to be. No one — not even an angel — could be that oblivious. Not when they looked like the physical manifestation of a winter evening by the fire.

Crowley sighed. Loudly.

Aziraphale turned a page.

Crowley did it again. Longer this time. More pitiful.

Another page turned.

He shifted, dramatically, with the kind of over-exaggerated fidget that absolutely begged for attention.

Still nothing.

Crowley cracked.

"...You’re doing it again," he grumbled.

Aziraphale blinked up from his book. “Pardon?”

“You know what I mean.”

“I’m afraid I don’t, dear. Doing what, exactly?”

“That thing. The... tempting thing.”

Aziraphale tilted his head. “Are you saying I’m tempting you, Crowley?” He smiled gently. “Because I thought that was your department.”

Crowley narrowed his eyes behind his glasses. “Don’t play innocent, angel. You’re sitting there. All soft and smug. In your... blankety robe thing and... and your face. All peaceful. Like you’re not even aware you’re driving me insane.”

“Am I?”

“YES.”

Aziraphale’s expression didn’t change. “And what is it, exactly, that’s so tempting about my face?”

Crowley groaned and threw his head back.

“This is entrapment, is what it is.”

Aziraphale put his book aside, now openly amused. “My dear, are you saying you’re tempted by me simply because I’m sitting comfortably?”

“Yes! I mean — no! I mean...” He waved a hand uselessly in the air. “You’re so distracting, angel. You’re over there looking like... like...”

“Like what?”

“Like a human hot water bottle with the voice of a lullaby and thighs that were made to be napped on.”

Aziraphale's eyebrows shot up, and then he laughed — genuinely laughed — in that golden, warm way that made Crowley’s stomach flip and his pride go running for the hills.

“Crowley,” Aziraphale said, dabbing at his eyes. “If you want a cuddle, just say so.”

Crowley’s whole body tensed. “I don’t! I never said that! I said you wanted to tempt me! Clearly you were hoping I’d fall for it, and here I am, and now you’re gloating.”

“Oh no, darling,” Aziraphale said gently, standing and walking over. “I’m not gloating. I’m inviting you.”

Crowley glanced up, defensive. “Inviting me to what, exactly?”

Aziraphale reached down and took one of Crowley’s hands. “To let yourself have something nice for once.”

That damnably soft voice.

The demon let himself be tugged up like an irritable cat being carried to bed. Aziraphale plopped back into his armchair and opened his arms without a word.

Crowley hovered. “If I do this, I want it on record that it was your idea.”

“Of course.”

“And I’m only doing it because you looked like you needed someone to lean on.”

“Naturally.”

“Also because the lighting in here is bad and I need to be near the lamp.”

“Obviously.”

Crowley sighed in defeat and slithered onto Aziraphale’s lap, arranging himself just so — back nestled against that ridiculous tummy, head tilted slightly to rest on one of Aziraphale’s pillowy thighs. Aziraphale curled one arm around Crowley’s waist and the other began gently stroking his hair.

“Oh, heaven,” Crowley muttered before he could stop himself.

“I’d hope so,” Aziraphale said with a smile, “I do live up to my branding.”

“Shut up, angel.”

“You’re trembling a bit.”

“No, I’m not.”

“You are.”

A moment of silence stretched between them.

Crowley’s voice was smaller this time. “It’s just... you’re really warm.”

Aziraphale’s fingers stilled, just briefly. “You know you can do this whenever you like, yes?”

“I don’t,” Crowley replied. “I really don’t know that.”

Aziraphale shifted his hand to cradle the back of Crowley’s head, thumb brushing gently at his nape. “Well, you can. Always.”

“You’ll say that,” Crowley murmured, eyes fluttering closed behind the shades. “And then I’ll get used to it, and then one day you’ll stop letting me.”

“I won’t.”

“You might.”

“I won’t.”

“Angel...”

Aziraphale’s hand slid down to take one of Crowley’s in his own, lacing their fingers. “You silly creature,” he whispered. “You think I’d stop giving you something you clearly need just because you finally accepted it?”

“I’m not used to... needing things. Not from anyone.”

“I know.”

Another pause. Then, quieter:

“I want to give you comfort. You don’t have to earn it.”

Crowley curled closer, pressing his forehead lightly into Aziraphale’s stomach. “Feels like I do. Always has.”

“Well, not with me.”

And something in that — something final and certain — cracked through the demon’s stubborn armor.

Crowley sniffed, scowling. “If I get emotional, I’m blaming the thighs.”

“They are excellent thighs,” Aziraphale said cheerfully.

Crowley choked on a laugh and groaned. “Stop talking.”

“Would you prefer a lullaby?”

“NO.”

“I could hum.”

“No humming, no singing, no lecturing, and no smug smiling while I cuddle you.”

“So, you are cuddling me.”

“Angel, I swear—”

But Aziraphale just kissed the top of his head, his hand still warm on Crowley’s back.

Crowley fell asleep twenty minutes later, mumbling something incoherent about “stupid divine thighs.”

And Aziraphale didn’t stop smiling the whole time.

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happy late easter

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playing a little dress up (or at least Crowley is bc let’s be realistic Aziraphale probably wore the exact same thing for a century)

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This is now my new favorite best friend duo

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What's in the box?

There was an ask to fuckyeahgoodomens about the contents of the box from S2. There has been some speculation, but needs more

We get a glimpse in the box before it's dumped on the floor, lost Shakespeare plays and a will tumble out. This is previous speculation on the plays and will from early after S2. Heres more analysis from youryurigoddess and more recent analysis and wordplay by vidavalor

The will belongs to John Gibson (1855-1894). There is an entire website that delves into Gibson family and the history of the small quaint village of New Cumnock.

The story of New Cumnock reads like an idyllic fairytale. Or maybe a Terry Pratchett novel. There's even a "P" inscribed on the town's map, which is also noted as standing for "post office". A post office that employs 12 people full time and has hours that resemble Aziraphale's Bookshop.

I'm not saying the GO team made an entire website, IMBD page, will, etc. Actually. I am saying that. Did you know who owns IMBD? Amazon. Or it's one hell of a coincidence

There's quite a lot to try and break down.

Gibson is a shoemaker and postman raising his family. His partner and friend John Lees is doing the same.

"Although, there is no information on either stone to suggest any connection between these two men, they raised their families in New Cumnock as work colleagues and friends."

When Gibson dies, Lees continues his work as postman and opens a shoe store. He puts on so many miles he gets an award from His Majesty the KING in 1923. In your favorite Bible index and mine, Strong's Concordance, 1923 is honor/majesty. Lees is awarded the Imperial Service Medal for trekking 1/4 million miles delivering mail.

I would walk 500 miles and I would walk 500 more

Do you know who the patron saint of postmen is? Square jaw, likes nice clothing. Yep, Archangel Gabriel.

One of Gibson's sons becomes postmaster. Here's a note from that lovely New Cumnock website noting his position.

Oh wait, what's written in pencil?

"Dead Auntie this is where"

Am I reading this right? Just what or who is in New Cumnock? Creepy and foreboding.

There's more on the Gibson family to try and unpack.

Another of Gibson's sons is a well known actor that no one seems to remember. Almost everything he's acted in is believed to be lost.

The acting role that is actually available to watch is Ring of Bright Water- he's an uncredited car diver asleep in his car.

Well remembered, but no one remembers you?

ahem, Book of Life

The two plays that tumble out of the box are Gold Diggers and Robin Hood. There's gold, but you have to dig.

Robin Hood steals from the rich and gives to the poor. Something stolen? Stolen by who? Maybe connected to the will in the box?

Something hidden in this small idyllic village?

This is by far one of the weirdest clues from S2. Seemingly random documents that were painstakingly crafted by the GO Team. They provided closeups of the documents, especially the Wedgwood Will after production. They went to ALLOT of effort, but whatever the Clue is seems to be buried deep.

I hope to have piqued your interest enough to go take a look in the box and the clues. Maybe take a peak at some of the other meta on the box and contents.

I don't know what is going on exactly, but there is so much odd going on and this clue needs so much more analysis and speculation crackpotting.