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The Wall Scene, if I’d had any fuckin’ say in it…

Mlem 😌

I mean, who wouldn’t.

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Oh my, moist eyes here .... David really know how to support a kid.

Video posted on X

See also @nightgoodomens

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i love it actually when nonnative speakers make mistakes that reveal how their native languages work.

lots of koreans online say they "eat" drinks which would assume they only have one word which covers the concept of consumption.

arabic immigrants in sweden (my mother included) have a hard time differentiating between "i think/i believe/my opinion is" which suggests that in arabic these different modalities of speaker agency is treated as one or at least interchangeable.

swedish speakers in english will use should/shall/have to/must with much higher nuance precision than native english speakers, to the point where they sound well awkward, because the distinction between these commands in swedish is much clearer than in english. i make mistakes between is/am/are and has/have constantly because swedish only has one pronoun covering all grammatical persons.

i've heard speakers of languages without gendered pronouns (finnish, the chinese dialects, and a tonne more) make he/she mistakes because it's hard(!!) to learn two or more gendered pronouns and when to use them correctly.

how neat is that?! it add a charm to international english usage in particular and make our appreciation of both our native languages and our learnt ones stronger...!!

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something I think we all know about fanfic, but don’t talk about because it would hurt writers feelings is that some fics are like fast food. I mean this as a compliment. I don’t always want to sit down for a six course meal that will be a flavor experience. Sometimes I just wanna dip some fries in a frosty. Sometimes I want something homecooked and delicious and super niche, but super comforting. Sometimes I want to eat an entire dark chocolate cheesecake in one sitting even though I know Its gonna make me sick. Just. holy crap, y’all. Sometimes I don’t even want fast food, I just want to eat an entire bag of chips. and yeah, I’m ashamed of myself afterwards, but at the time it was exactly what I wanted. So, no, we’re never going to say to our fanfic writers that we consider their writing to be the equivalent of a midnight run to taco bell - and we shouldn’t, feelings would be hurt by that. But writers, please, please, please, remember this. You don’t need to create a six course meal if you don’t want to. You don’t have to make something complex and homemade if you don’t want to. You don’t even have to finish cooking it - because someone will be thrilled that you brought a bowl of cookie dough and a spoon, because they cannot even consider sitting down and having a proper meal right now. It’s okay writers, whatever you decided to make. Someone was happy to have it. You gave them what they needed. You made them happy. You did good.

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It is really disturbing how people can lose their humanity and threaten you just because you *checks notes* sentenced their child to death :'(

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Fluff sketch cause why not? Also, this is literally forcing me to draw men shaped beings, so very good practice

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My Longing Is Always One - Chapter 2

This fic was inspired by a beautiful piece of art by @omens-for-ophelia , which you can find on her blog below. The title also comes from the poem she posted with it, by Bernart de Ventaborn. Thank you for letting me write based on your beautiful art @omens-for-ophelia !

Chapter 2 of this fic is now up!

Rating: E

Notes/Warnings: A character suffers a minor injury at one point. Also just so everyone knows what to expect, although Crowley is female presenting in some of this fic the smut is m/m.

Summary:

When Aziraphale is summoned to the king's court in order to assist with an urgent matter he has no idea the urgent matter is going to turn out to be Crowley. In the diguise of a beautiful woman Crowley has been stiring up trouble among the knights of the court, distracting them from their duties and causing disruption.

Unfortunately for the king, Aziraphale finds Crowley just as distracting and has no idea how to thwart his demonic wiles.

Excerpt:

It was easy then to cup Crowley’s face in his hands and tilt it so he could kiss and kiss at the demon’s soft, warm lips. Brief, chaste kisses, deep tender kisses, little nips with his teeth, firm swipes with his tongue – Aziraphale kissed and kissed him until he was almost dizzy with it, not wanting to ever stop. “Aziraphale,” Crowley groaned, when they had been kissing for long enough Aziraphale had lost track of time. He didn’t seem inclined to follow up with any further thoughts though, just closed the minute distance between their mouths again, nipping sharply at Aziraphale’s kiss-swollen lower lip before soothing it with his tongue.

Thank you to @anatomic-girl for betaing the first chapter and a half early on in the writing process. Also to @tansyogg for betaing the whole thing!

@goodomensafterdark

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I blushed the whole time while drawing this one 😳😱💖

• Strawberries and Champagne... You and me? •

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Them, a bath, in their South Downs cottage. Is that too much to ask? Probably...

I'm so (not) sorry for this, pleeease don't ban me😳

Bonus: close-ups and details✨

ps. I'm so ✨proud✨ of the bubbles and the whole lighting🥹🩷

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Yeah quiet quitting is great and all but have you tried chaotic working?

Like. I remember back in my grocery store cashier days I did so much crazy shit.

When WIC (Women, infants, and children voucher program to help low income mothers/families with children) people were in my line I would pretty much know who they were. Before the cards they had to tell us upfront they were WIC and show us their vouchers for what they were allowed to get (it was awful some times. Like. 2 gallons of milk. $4 worth of vegetables etc etc). They’d always have items hanging back, waiting to see what the total was and if they would have to take it off the belt.

I began to place the fruits/vegetables a certain way on the register scale so that like 1/2lbs of grapes read as like .28lbs or something. Then act shocked when I said that they still had X amount of lbs left. They got all their fruit and vegetables.

I think it started to kinda? Catch on to the women? Because I would have the same moms in my line month after month. And even after they switched to the cards (they worked like food stamp cards?) I’d still do the same thing. They were able to get more produce for whatever shitty max amount Indiana gave them.

Anyways. Be chaotic. It’s more fun that way.

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People who use AO3, please stop panicking about the new tick boxes you have to agree to before you can access the site.

It's not because of the election - the obligation to provide info under a court order when asked is common with nearly all websites and AO3 doesn't collect as much information in you as, say, Discord does.

You're seeing this because AO3 changed the wording of its Terms of Service recently so now you have to re-agree.

AO3 tries to be as user-friendly as possible internationally, but they still have to abide by the Law where they're based.

The US can issue a warrant to your Internet Service Provider if they have cause to. If you still use Facebook, Instagram or tumblr, I wouldn't panic about your AO3.

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I knew poinsettias "faked" having big flowers by just turning some leaves red but I didn't know the real tiny flowers in the middle looked like such idiots

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I was so privileged to work on this fic with all these amazing writers, for the lovely Ineffable Dance. It’s very different to anything I’ve written before, but also it’s probably not what you expect from the tags. Go read it and discover the hidden twist 😂

Gift fic for Dance!

Gorgeous cover art by @randomshitwithwinter!

Sweet Dreams (Are Made of These)

Rating: range from G-E

A bunch of goblins from @goodomensafterdark wrote a collection of stories inspired by Dance's Dark Principality series!

CW/TW and Tags: (spoilers)

Aziraphale/Lucifer, Aziraphale/Lucifer/Crowley, Aziraphale/Crowley, also that carpet guy, 666 Fics Fics Fics (Good Omens), Dreams and Nightmares, Voyeurism, Anal Sex, Spitroasting, Eiffel Tower, Biting, Scratching, Hair Braiding, Hair-pulling, Power Dynamics, Spanking, Erotic Poetry, Limericks, Threesome - M/M/M, Wings, a carpet shendyt is not sexy, Garden of Eden, Alternate Universe, Dancing, Costume Parties & Masquerades, Fluff, Angst, Masturbation, See AO3 for more.

Summary

Worn out by preparations for the Second Coming, Aziraphale returns to Earth to seek out Crowley and hopefully repair the breach in their relationship. But when he arrives, he finds only an empty bookshop...and the sign of another demon.

Enough to put anyone to sleep, isn't it?

Excerpt

Crowley wasn’t here.

Of course he wasn’t. Why would he have been? Though if he had, they could’ve talked, or argued, or fought, or…something.

His toe caught the edge of the antique rug between the sofa and desk. Aziraphale caught himself before he tripped. Then he squinted down at it.

There was something there, under the carpet—something ashy and faded. And little blobs of something black and greasy-looking. Aziraphale knelt, touched a fingertip to it. Wax. Candles? In his bookshop? He stood, and kicked the rug aside.

Etched — no. Burnt into the bookshop floor was a sigil. A familiar one. The sign of the Morningstar.

Read it at AO3!

Huge thanks to all the talented creators and beta readers!

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sensible squirrels

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AND ONCE AGAIN

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DANCE!!!!!! 🥳

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Human: Deal.

Fey: Very well. When you return home tonight, your mother will be in pristine health again. It will be like she never fell ill at all. Even the memory of her suffering will fade…

Human: Thank you so much. She means everything to me.

Fey: I know, I know. Let’s hope the price wasn’t too much for you after all… Only time will tell.

Human: So, when do we start?

Fey: …If I may ask you to elaborate?

Human: You said you wanted my firstborn.

Fey: Yes? And you agreed?

Human: Yeah, so, when do we start?

Fey:

Fey, blushing: Ah.

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Man disrupts TV interview about women feeling unsafe in public spaces and refuses to leave | ITV News Granada

https://www.itv.com/news/granada/2024-12-03/man-disrupts-tv-interview-about-women-feeling-unsafe-in-public-spaces

Welp

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I know that Peter’s Jackson Lord of the Rings trilogy technically has flaws but also….it doesn’t. It’s perfect.

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My Longing Is Always One

This fic was inspired by a beautiful piece of art by @omens-for-ophelia , which you can find on her blog below. The title also comes from the poem she posted with it, by Bernart de Ventaborn. Thank you for letting me write based on your beautiful art @omens-for-ophelia !

Rating: E

Notes/Warnings: A character suffers a minor injury at one point. Also just so everyone knows what to expect, although Crowley is female presenting in some of this fic the smut is m/m.

Summary:

When Aziraphale is summoned to the king's court in order to assist with an urgent matter he has no idea the urgent matter is going to turn out to be Crowley. In the diguise of a beautiful woman Crowley has been stiring up trouble among the knights of the court, distracting them from their duties and causing disruption.

Unfortunately for the king, Aziraphale finds Crowley just as distracting and has no idea how to thwart his demonic wiles.

Excerpt:

“Fine. You're welcome to try and thwart my wiles,” Crowley conceded. “Now are you going to carp on all day, or are you going to kiss me?”

Aziraphale very much wanted to kiss him, but he gave a put-upon sigh for the look of the thing and rolled his eyes. “Kiss you, I suppose,” he said and stepped forward.

He fully intended it to be a brief, chaste kiss, since they were still standing in the passageway of the keep, but the moment his lips met Crowley’s, all his good intentions went out the window. Before he could think better of it he found himself pushing Crowley up against the cold stone wall, kissing him hungrily, as if he could never get enough.

Thank you to @mirjam-writes who beta'd what became the first chapter and a half so long ago she has probably forgotten! Also to @anatomic-girl for betaing early on in the writing process.

Finally to @tansyogg for betaing the whole thing and all her help with this fic.

@goodomensafterdark