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“i have thee not, and yet i see thee still. / art thou not, fatal vision, sensible / to feeling as to sight?” (macbeth II.2.35-37)

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Pianist Crowley?! Oh good lord. 😍

i love forgetting that i have tumblr

*fart sound*

anyway, here is my this week's thing with cure ineffable husbands inspired by The Unpossessed by Haddon Sundblom. check this on twitter too <3

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growing up reading fantasy books was such a bust cause your whole life you’re left wanting more from life and like there’s something missing and you’re just waiting for that missing part to begin but it’s never gonna come

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good omens text post memes!

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This Hell (and Heaven) is better with you

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modern au where yorick is arthur's fuckass parrot that john is always trying to surreptitiously set free but all his plans keep backfiring in increasingly absurd ways

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There are people – some in my own Party – who think that if you just give Donald Trump everything he wants, he’ll make an exception and spare you some of the harm. I’ll ignore the moral abdication of that position for just a second to say — almost none of those people have the experience with this President that I do. I once swallowed my pride to offer him what he values most — public praise on the Sunday news shows — in return for ventilators and N95 masks during the worst of the pandemic. We made a deal. And it turns out his promises were as broken as the BIPAP machines he sent us instead of ventilators. Going along to get along does not work – just ask the Trump-fearing red state Governors who are dealing with the same cuts that we are. I won’t be fooled twice.

I’ve been reflecting, these past four weeks, on two important parts of my life: my work helping to build the Illinois Holocaust Museum and the two times I’ve had the privilege of reciting the oath of office for Illinois Governor.

As some of you know, Skokie, Illinois once had one of the largest populations of Holocaust survivors anywhere in the world. In 1978, Nazis decided they wanted to march there.

The leaders of that march knew that the images of Swastika clad young men goose stepping down a peaceful suburban street would terrorize the local Jewish population – so many of whom had never recovered from their time in German concentration camps.

The prospect of that march sparked a legal fight that went all the way to the Supreme Court. It was a Jewish lawyer from the ACLU who argued the case for the Nazis – contending that even the most hateful of speech was protected under the first amendment.

As an American and a Jew, I find it difficult to resolve my feelings around that Supreme Court case – but I am grateful that the prospect of Nazis marching in their streets spurred the survivors and other Skokie residents to act. They joined together to form the Holocaust Memorial Foundation and built the first Illinois Holocaust Museum in a storefront in 1981 – a small but important forerunner to the one I helped build thirty years later.

I do not invoke the specter of Nazis lightly. But I know the history intimately — and have spent more time than probably anyone in this room with people who survived the Holocaust. Here’s what I’ve learned – the root that tears apart your house’s foundation begins as a seed – a seed of distrust and hate and blame.

The seed that grew into a dictatorship in Europe a lifetime ago didn’t arrive overnight. It started with everyday Germans mad about inflation and looking for someone to blame.

I’m watching with a foreboding dread what is happening in our country right now. A president who watches a plane go down in the Potomac – and suggests — without facts or findings — that a diversity hire is responsible for the crash. Or the Missouri Attorney General who just sued Starbucks – arguing that consumers pay higher prices for their coffee because the baristas are too “female” and “nonwhite.” The authoritarian playbook is laid bare here: They point to a group of people who don’t look like you and tell you to blame them for your problems.

I just have one question: What comes next? After we’ve discriminated against, deported or disparaged all the immigrants and the gay and lesbian and transgender people, the developmentally disabled, the women and the minorities – once we’ve ostracized our neighbors and betrayed our friends – After that, when the problems we started with are still there staring us in the face – what comes next.

All the atrocities of human history lurk in the answer to that question. And if we don’t want to repeat history – then for God’s sake in this moment we better be strong enough to learn from it.

I swore the following oath on Abraham Lincoln’s Bible: “I do solemnly swear that I will support the constitution of the United States, and the constitution of the state of Illinois, and that I will faithfully discharge the duties of the office of Governor .... according to the best of my ability.

My oath is to the Constitution of our state and of our country. We don’t have kings in America – and I don’t intend to bend the knee to one. I am not speaking up in service to my ambitions — but in deference to my obligations.

If you think I’m overreacting and sounding the alarm too soon, consider this:

It took the Nazis one month, three weeks, two days, eight hours and 40 minutes to dismantle a constitutional republic. All I’m saying is when the five-alarm fire starts to burn, every good person better be ready to man a post with a bucket of water if you want to stop it from raging out of control.

Those Illinois Nazis did end up holding their march in 1978 – just not in Skokie. After all the blowback from the case, they decided to march in Chicago instead. Only twenty of them showed up. But 2000 people came to counter protest. The Chicago Tribune reported that day that the “rally sputtered to an unspectacular end after ten minutes.” It was Illinoisans who smothered those embers before they could burn into a flame.

Tyranny requires your fear and your silence and your compliance. Democracy requires your courage. So gather your justice and humanity, Illinois, and do not let the “tragic spirit of despair” overcome us when our country needs us the most.

Sources:

• NBC Chicago & J.B. Pritzker, Democratic governor of Illinois, State of the State address 2025: Watch speech here | Full text

• Betches News on Instagram (screencaps)

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Oh, look! “Exit to Our Old Street” is mine!

Every time Aziraphale’s Library recommends one of my stories, I feel like I’ve won an award or something. ❤️ I appreciate them so much.

“Exit” was the most ambitious, most difficult story I’ve ever written, and it’s really dear to me. It’s got everything: bamf!Aziraphale, angst, love confessions, daring rescues, literary references (Great Gatsby, anyone? P&P?), religious and workplace trauma, and a happy ending.

I deeply relate to Aziraphale’s desire to try to fix a flawed system. I work in a somewhat-similar environment and have had the same conflicted feelings about escaping vs. committing even more of myself to the work in hopes of making change. I tried to capture that here.

I’m thrilled to see this story reaching more readers.

Hello friends!

I was wondering if you know of any fics that explore whatever Aziraphale might be doing to try and 'fix' heaven or stop the second coming and that focuses on those things? what shenanigans can he commit? does he accidentally or on purpose suborn other angels? is he walking around unknowingly giving everyone apples? how does that thing he thought would do x do y instead?

I'm looking for fics that don't focus on sad Crowley or treat Crowley's position that Aziraphale cannot fix or change anything as correct. Stuff that is bad is generally too big for any one person to fix, but nothing changes if no one tries, you know?

Hi! We have a #supreme archangel aziraphale tag that you may be interested in. Here are some with a focus on Aziraphale in heaven trying to make changes...

The Suggestion Box by Thornvale (T)

Excitement fizzled within his very core. Oh, it was all going to be just marvellous. The excitement was so great that he remembered what it felt like to feel sick to his stomach, even if his human body was now out of sight. Buzzing with frantic thoughts and ideas and concerns and everything else, he turned to the Metatron and hurriedly clasped his hands behind his back, doing his utmost to reign himself in. “Well, then. What - what now?” Aziraphale is back in Heaven. There is so much to do, so much to change, to make it into the sort of Heaven he has always imagined. To fix everything that was broken, to be a true steward of the Earth. It’s the biggest mistake he ever could have made.

heaven is not fit to house a love like you and i by dragonbagel (T)

Is Aziraphale saying the word “lovely” more than usual? He knows Crowley would tell him to “tone it down,” as it were, but perhaps it’s because he’s suddenly found himself surrounded once again by beings who are made of the feeling. Ergo, everything about them and this place must be, by definition, lovely. or: a newly minted supreme archangel returns to heaven, where not everything is as it seems

Face it alone by Angelica_Tree (G)

Aziraphale has every intention of changing Heaven for the better, but how do you change a large organization where everything is apparently working as intended? And who would’ve thought his new position would include so much paperwork? But Aziraphale soon discovers that his problems with staying afloat are nothing compared to what is heading his way; a power struggle between the Almighty’s Voice and Her Son. Aziraphale has to choose sides. Quickly. And without Crowley by his side. This is the second fic in ‘The power of love’ series. Can be read separately, since the first fic (Keep yourself alive) deals with Crowley’s experiences on Earth.

No Light, No Light by PolarisVega (T)

Aziraphale left his life on Earth behind to take the job as the new Supreme Archangel of Heaven. Delighted to be welcomed back and to have finally earned the respect of Heaven, Aziraphale is doing as much Good as he can from the inside. But when Heaven's plans for the second coming of the Apocalypse are revealed. The consequences of his choices, past and present, are greater than he ever imagined.

The Exit to Our Old Street by asparkofgoodness (M)

“Welcome home, Aziraphale,” the Metatron said warmly. White light, pure and brilliant, cleansing, flooded his vision as the elevator doors opened. Should home feel like a battlefield? — — — Aziraphale dives right into the work associated with being Heaven’s new Supreme Archangel, ignoring his fragile emotional state and hoping to make change that will benefit everyone: the humans, the other angels, and, most importantly, Crowley. When the Metatron begins to share plans for the Second Coming with him, he realizes it may take more than kindly-worded notes to protect all that he loves. Meanwhile, Crowley tries to find solace in whiskey, pain, and destruction. They both have a lot to learn, and, if Heaven has their way, not much time left in which to learn it.

- Mod D

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Someday your hands will be old and wrinkled, the skin spotted and bunching over your knuckles. And a child will watch you make something. It's a simple task, you'll have done it a thousand times before. But to that child, the smooth, confident way your hands move will seem like impossible magic. You have to keep living.

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of course crowley invited aziraphale to the baftas, we just didn't notice

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*struggles while writing* i suck and writing is hard

*remembers some ppl use ai* i am a creative force. i am uncorrupted by theft and indolence. i am on a journey to excellence. it is my duty to keep taking joy in creating.

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The BAFTA Film Awards (2025)

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Posted Ch. 8 of “Cayuga Blush” today and noticed it brought my total AO3 word count to 196,466. To some, that might seem like nothing; to me, it’s mind-blowing. Almost 200,000 words? For years, I gave up on writing. For years, I didn’t write a single creative word. I owe so much to Good Omens and its incredibly supportive, lovely fandom.

Here’s the start of Ch. 8, a scene I’m especially proud of. (Love me some lyrical angst.)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60504061/chapters/154459015

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Tell me a soft memory

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no matter what your most embarrassing moment in life is, at least it’s not having fucking chat gpt write fanfic for you bc you’re too lazy to do it yourself