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Good Omens season 3/finale thought of the day:

In season 1 we were introduced to Crowley’s code about multiple different rendezvous points. So many different and elaborate ones that Aziraphale has trouble keeping them straight. I’d love to see this used more in the finale, considering there would be a much greater reason to start using them again compared to season 2.

So rather than a specific Thought, I decided I would posit a question. Where are all the other rendezvous points? What do you think they are?

I’ll start. I 100% headcanon that one of them was at least decided on by Aziraphale and it’s a specific box seat at the opera. Crowley hates using that one because he thinks it’s too obvious, and also uses too many miracles to ensure it’s vacancy and privacy. But is willing to indulge because it means basking in Aziraphale’s enjoyment for a few hours.

Let me know what your rendezvous head canons are!

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Fun fact, TMA was my extreme hyper fixation right before S2 of Good Omens. So yeah, it’s no wonder I reacted to S2 the way that I did… 😐

So I finished the Magnus Archives today

And first of all WHAT THE FUCK

But anyway I heard this conversation

And I immediately thought that it sounded . . . familiar.

And then I remembered-

"We need to get away from them, just be an us. You and me, what do you say?"

GOD DAMN IT I CANT ESCAPE

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Eden🍎✨

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Amazing work!

Good Omens - The Musical

The Most Complete Collection of Available Clips (in order)

FINALLY. After 4 days, hours of searching, cutting, and editing, 64 clips, and way too many sleepless nights spent in front of a screen... The compilation (complete and in order) of clips from the Good Omens Musical is OUT.

Or how I would also call it: The perfect use of my free time driven by my hyperfixation.

I heard about the Good Omens musical quite a while ago and was, like many of us in the fandom, a little sad that there was no official release yet nor full filming available.

But earlier this week, I watched every little clip I could find of the show on the website, the musical's Instagram, the interview...

And since I have too much free time on my hands, I decided I must abuse of my free will and therefore dig up all the clips from the Good Omens Musical to make a big edit and reconstruct the show as much as possible, IN ORDER. (Because why not)

And after too many hours cutting, mixing, editing and [REDACTED] program crashes... It's done.

I had so much fun (and one or two ragequit trying to figure out their timeline. No regret tho, but please, never again.) I really liked assembling all the small pieces at the end.

The comedy is gold, Musical!Aziracrow are awesome, funny and so sassy and gay-

And the songs are sooo good aswell. I'm glad I managed to reconstruct some of them almost completely, I hope you will love them as much as I do

(And trust me, I've watched and rewatched the whole edit enough times to have memorized every scene and every lyric BY HEART... I need the CD.)

Thanks to my amazing beta-watcher: @hyperfixating-rn-brb

People who wanted to be tagged: @kitcat-italica , @firelikestars , @so-phist , @golden-scarlet , @goodomensovertookmymain

About the Musical :

This Australian musical was originally scheduled for release in 2020 but was put on hold due to COVID. It is currently still in development for an official release (hopefully) very soon.

In the meantime, you can enjoy the musical clips released from the test performance, and support the project by joining their Instagram and visiting the Musical's official website.

Disclaimer :

The full edit is 22 minutes long, don't expect the full show but it has the key elements. Also, there may be some inconsistencies between the sound and the image on some extracts; this is due to the fact that the clips come from different sources with a different edit that mixed scenes but with a same audio. I did what I could to preserve as much as possible the audio and images. Same reason as for the potential changes in image size, I prioritized the best quality and keeping all the scenes.

Do NOT repost

Feel free to share the link on tumblr, twitter, reddit, bluesky... but please do NOT repload the video elsewhere (even with credits), it can put the current production of the musical at risk (and we clearly dont want that). However, we all can obviously talk about it and share the link wherever we want (I would even appreciate it a lot actually), just do not repload the video.

Ok ! Enough talking, here's the video ✨️

I hope you will enjoy

I can finally go to sleep now

Thanks everyone ✨️

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Decided to watch What We Did On Our Holiday, where David Tennant plays a characters called Doug, who in the opening scenes makes a comment about how they’ll take the M25 and that traffic can’t be that bed. Immediate next scene, they are stuck in stand still traffic on the motorway.

Gee David, I wonder who’s to blame for that!…

(As an aside, the film was absolutely gorgeous with well rounded characters, a beautiful, compelling and complete narrative, was very funny, was very well acted, and had absolutely poignant heart filled emotions throughout. Why is this important? This film is 90 minutes long 😁).

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"One thing led to another, and... Dot, dot, dot!"🙈

[Mamma Mia!AU ✨preview✨]

I know, nobody asked for this. But I needed it.🙈🩷

What can I say, it's summer. I need to draw summer-related (Good Omens) things... a little bit hot too👀🔥

See ya all in the next pages... yep, a new short comic is one the way🌠

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Good Omens season 3/finale thought of the day:

Every day, for the last two and a bit years, we’ve been participating in a countdown. We might not have realised it at the time, but we have. And one day soon we’re going to know how many days left to that countdown there are. Everyday, it’s gettin’ closer.

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If I had a nickel for every time I fell in love with a tall dark brooding character, with a glorious strutting hip swing…

…I’d have two nickels, which isn’t a lot, but weird that it happened twice.

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its about the yearning

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I’m living for this family!

Family Beach Day!

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Good Omens season 3/finale thought of the day:

Shout out to Simon Pegg and Nick Frost, the OG Bromance. Ever see Spaced and Shaun of the Dead where they do the exact same joke? Set up: someone is berating Simon Pegg’s character about something to do with Nick Frost’s character and calling him Simon’s “boyfriend”. Simon’s reaction is to immediately scoff “he’s not my boyfriend.” Nick then hands Simon something and Simon responds “Thanks babe” with a cheeky grin.

Now superimpose this onto Crowley and Aziraphale at some point in the finale.

Crowley scoffs when someone calls Aziraphale his boyfriend, “He’s not my boyfriend!” Aziraphale then hands Crowley either a glass of wine or cup of coffee. Crowley responds “Thanks babe”, with a cheeky grin.

It’s perfect! And reasonable! Perfectly reasonable! Put that in the finale please!

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CW: discussion of Neil Gaiman.

Feeling a bit unnerved and slightly ick when I get a notification this morning that someone has liked a post I reblogged two days before the allegations against Ne*l G*iman came out.

The post itself was praising him for the “beautiful” work he had done in the fandom after some people had been scratching of his support of the Queer community and calling him a pedophile (oh the fucking irony of it all). Reading the words again it just left me feeling a little sick.

I just wanted to remind those who might see things I had posted in the past that hindsight is not always helpful nor does it allow us to change our previous beliefs. It just helps us to make informed decisions now.

Remember the shock of how we all felt because no one saw it coming (well, barely anyone). It was a horrific surprise to everyone what he turned out to be. For the most part he behaved like a shining beacon and advocate for years. But that’s how gaslighting and grooming and manipulation works. It’s why we call him monster now. It’s why he’s no longer welcome in this community.

So as a reminder, I do not support him anymore. Yes, I still love Good Omens, and I’ve posted many times for the reasons why. But NG himself is no longer welcome here.

For the person who reblogged the post, please be assured I don’t cast any malice towards you. You may not be aware of what has happened, and even if you do, then that’s for your own self to decide if you want to continue supporting him.

Also I’ve only been on Tumblr a couple years, so if there is a way to go back and delete stuff we’ve reblogged, please let me know.

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*vibrating in excitement out of my seat over this gorgeous fic*

Crowley and Aziraphale Watch Paint Dry

Summary: Aziraphale is painting the backroom of the bookshop after the events at Tadfield Air Base. He has enlisted Crowley's help in choosing the perfect shade.

They use the time to talk.

Featuring that very yellow room from season 2.

"You can't be serious, Angel"

"Of course I am!" Retorted Aziraphale, walking into the backroom of the bookshop carrying two large deckchairs.

"You...have invited me over...to watch paint dry?" Crowley said in a tone that begged for someone else to agree with the absurdity of the statement.

"Yes" said Aziraphale, who having won the battle with setting up the chairs had plopped into his own. He patted the other invitingly.

"When you asked me over for a matter of great importance–" "–this is a matter of great importance, Crowley! The man in the shop said that this precise shade of yellow is meant to make people feel warm and happy, and you will be the perfect test subject!"

"Why me?" Moaned Crowley, sinking into his own chair like a particularly grumpy eel.

"Because you are...." Aziraphale searched for the right words that wouldn't result in his best friend storming out of the office "...shady."

"Shady?" Repeated Crowley incredulously.

"Yes! Like a tree."

Crowley just stared at her friend in disbelief. A rather impressive feat for a genderless being wearing sunglasses.

"Like...a tree?" They repeated back, over-emphasising each word.

"Because you are cool, but still - no. I mean you're- no" Aziraphale started to ring his hands, worried that his bad phrasing had ruined the perfectly splendid afternoon he had planned for them.

"Are you saying you want me to watch paint dry...to see if it will make me happy?" Asked Crowley. "And I couldn't come over once the paint was already dry because..."

"What if it dries a different shade! The perfect shade might be when it's half dry and we'd never know!" Exclaimed Aziraphale.

"Obviously that would be a tragedy" muttered Crowley, already settling in to his chair. They hadn't thought they would win this argument to begin with. And, to be completely honest, sitting with Aziraphale for an afternoon wasn't the worst thing she could do today.

"Exactly!" Beamed Aziraphale, glad he had finally been understood. The sight of that smile melted the last of Crowley's last annoyance at getting out of bed for this.

"So why are you painting this room anyway? You barely spend any time back here." Asked Crowley after about 20 minutes of watching the mustard yellow shimmer slightly in the light from the window.

"Oh...Well I fancied a change."

That caused Crowley to sit up.

"YOU fancied a change?" He said in a tone of someone who just heard a astrophysicist declare the moon was fake.

Aziraphale did a remarkably good impression of a pigeon puffing out its feathers "I can like change. Love it! I changed the register just last week!"

The register in question was an 1892 model that was brought by Crowley that same year after an unsuccessful trip to Ohio trying to tempt petty theft. Aziraphale had sulked for a week at the idea of adding it to the shop, despite never using his original model for anything other than sorting his collection of misprinted coins.

"Besides" carried on Aziraphale, "it still smelt of smoke in here."

That made Crowley wince, and acquiesce. The memory of stacks of books burning all around him as he searched desperately for any sign of-

"Well why yellow?" She said, in a not-so-subtle attempt to change the subject.

"I told you, the man in the shop said–"

"–happy colour, got it. What's this colour called anyway? They all have some sort of stupid gimmicky name."

"I'm not sure, it was the last couple of cans in stock and the label had rubbed off."

"Last cans? Better hope you have enough to paint the rest of the room then," quipped Crowley.

Aziraphale looked a little worried at that, and started touching his pocketwatch chain.

"Oh I didn't think of that. How big do you think the room is? I bought seven cans, and I think three or four rollers..."

"Why did you buy so many rollers?" Asked Crowley with confusion.

"Well, I wasn't sure how many I'd need. I've not painted by hand before? Have you?"

"Well no, but even I know you only need one roller per person. What are you gonna do, call down the archangels and ask them to help out? Get Gabriel taping the baseboards in the gallery, Raphael in the rafters?"

Aziraphale snorted. "Michael in the mezzanine?"

Crowley giggled.

The paint was now somewhere between golden rod and nikon yellow.

"You know, I've never asked" started Crowley after a moment of silence, "Why did you open a bookshop? And don't tell me to sell books, I saw you almost tackle a woman yesterday trying to make off with your twelfth edition of Pride and Prejudice."

Aziraphale shifted, slightly uncomfortable. "Oh you know...Heaven needed a base of operations and all that."

Crowley narrowed their eyes, "and what, it didn't need one in the hundreds of years before that?"

"Well no, it was...Well." Aziraphale turned slightly pink. "Do you remember when we went to Scotland?"

"Aye" responded Crowley in a thick brogue, earning an eyeroll from his partner.

"Well, I was thinking. Afterwards. About knowledge. Doctor Dalrymple was risking everything to try and learn. To research. But those around him were trying to destroy everything he dedicated his life to. I realised that throughout human history, people have a rather nasty habit of going for the books first. For anything that might conflict with their worldview. I wanted to, I don't know, save something? Anything. So I started a bookshop where I keep everything. No book that comes to me will ever be lost...or alone" at that he glances over at Crowley, but quickly away again when he sees his own reflection in his companion's glasses.

"Oh," said Crowley. After a minute, "I just thought you wanted Heaven to finance your hoarding."

"That too," Aziraphale said with a smile.

The paint was now hovering between Ripe Mango and Citrine.

"Do you ever miss Heaven?" Asked Aziraphale. It was said in a tone of forced lightness. As if one knows they are about to drop an anchor during an otherwise pleasant sailing trip, causing all aboard to fall over the side of the ship.

Crowley tensed.

"No."

Ten minutes went by.

"Yes."

Aziraphale looked over at them. Crowley kept his eyes firmly afixed to the wet paint.

"I miss...the space. Hell is crowded. Dirty. You can't go anywhere without brushing shoulders with the unwashed masses. It can be...a lot."

Aziraphale kept quiet. Crowley didn't speak of Hell often. Of the management? Sure. To complain about other demons, or the filing system, or the fact they kept calling in the middle of lunch? Absolutely. About the place? Rarely if ever.

"It's hot there. Which, I know, Hell. It's hot. But it's hot in the way that queuing in a busy shop is hot. At first, you barely notice. Then slowly it starts crawling up your back, up your neck and across your cheeks. It makes you frustrated, and snappy. Act in ways you wouldn't anywhere else. And the people around you stop bring people. They become bodies. Problems. Pests. You stop seeing others in the same place you are and think 'what did I do to deserve being stuck here forever...with you?' And you are. Stuck. Forever." Crowley sucked in a large breath as if savouring the cool air of the shop. Aziraphale couldn't look away.

"So I miss the space," concluded Crowley. "What about you? Do you miss Heaven, when you're down here with us dregs?"

"You're not a dreg," Aziraphale said sharply, before deflating slightly. "No. I don't miss it. I...hate it there." At that Crowley looked over, eyebrows raised over his sunglasses.

Aziraphale kept his eyes firmly fixed on the drying wall as he continued. "It's so empty. For miles and miles. There's just...nothing. Angel's don't really... socialise. If you aren't on assignment you are singing in the celestial choirs which I just don't....like." his voice became quiet at the last word, eyes darting like he expected an angelic choir mistress to appear from behind the potted plant in the corner and wrap him smartly on the knuckles for expressing a personal desire.

Crowley's hand hovered slightly before landing on his friends arm. "You're allowed to have preferences" she said.

Aziraphale’s eyes watered slightly. "Well you should know from experience that's not true." Crowley withdrew their arm as if burnt. Aziraphale missed the warmth immediately.

The wall was now a shade off Itten yellow.

It was Crowley who broke the silence next.

"Which of us do you think has done more successful temptations, over the years?"

Aziraphale looked over at her in disbelief. "Whatever do you mean? You're the demon."

"Yet you've filled in for me more than once. As I have for you. One of us must have done the most successful one."

"Well you might as well ask who has performed the most successful miracle!" Exclaimed Aziraphale.

"Well that too then. Who do you think? Because miracle wise I think I'm ahead by a leg considering my work with that guy Will's stuff. He went from not even selling out the pit to being credited with the English Language. Though to be fair I'm not sure if that's a shining indictment."

"How do we even classify 'most successful?" Inquired Aziraphale against his better judgement. "Biggest impact, largest number of souls saved or condemned? You may have saved 'Hamlet' but does that make that miracle more successful than saving the children of Job?"

"That!" Hissed Crowley as they jabbed their finger in Aziraphale’s direction, "was a temptation and you know it. It went directly against the explicit Will of God."

"But you saved the innocent children of an blameless man" countered Aziraphale. Crowley waved him off.

"So...if you think about it...what's the difference?"

"What do you mean?" Asked Crowley, still pouting at the idea that he performed a miracle when not directly job swapping.

"Between what I do and what you do?" That definitely got Crowley's attention.

"I mean," continued Aziraphale in the same voice he used to try and defend giving his sword away all those years ago, "it seems to me that everything you do can have positive effects on the world, and everything I do..." He trailed off, not quite wanting to think about what the implications of that would be. He still remembered standing in Taddfield Air Base, realising that his side seemed to be...well...

"So what does that mean for the rest of the universe?" Asked Crowley. "Is there no good side or bad side?"

"I think it means we don't know how out actions can effect the world until it's already happened. With the best of intentions, we can still hurt people," Aziraphale definitely wasn't thinking about standing in the streets of Soho looking at his best friend begging him to run away together. To be safe. Together.

"Huh" said Crowley. Then, "I'm going to get a bottle of wine."

The paint was trying to settle between daffodil and buttercup yellow.

Three bottles of wine in, the pair were having a raucous time. The night outside was darkening, and at some point one of them had put the record player on. The cheerful tones of Buddy Holly echoed around the empty bookshop.

"- and furthermore" declared Crowley from his perch standing on a deckchair that absolutely should not have been able to withstand being used in such a fashion, "furthermore 'J' Is a perfectly acceptable middle name and people who don't get it are simply...simply..."

"Jobbernowls!" cried out Aziraphale, just as indignant at the honour of his best friend's name being besmirched.

"Exactly!" Declared Crowley, pointing triumphantly at the angel. "Jobber-fowls. Dastardly birds with jobs. Can't trust them. Make the whole economy collapse."

Aziraphale himself had collapsed back into his chair giggling. His tie was askew and his face flushed from both wine and the excitement if the evening. Crowley thought for an odd moment he looked rather lovely like that. Happy and content.

Damn, maybe the paint worked after all.

They took a quick swig from the wine bottle in their hand only to pout in dismay when it turned out to be empty. He could of course refill it, but it never tasted quite the same. Their eyes fell on the bottle in Aziraphale’s arms like a predator eyeing up its favourite prey. An owl spying a rat in the wheat. An Alligator coming uppon on a Floridian. Jerry laying eyes on Tom.

"Give me that" he said.

Aziraphale clutched the bottle closer to his chest. "No! Get your own!"

"Gimmie that!" Crowley launched across the room.

"Neverrrrr" called back Aziraphale, shrieking as he defended his prize. Crowley grabbed the nearest object to him, a discarded mop. "Engarde!" She called.

Aziraphale ended up with one of the unused paint rollers, trying to defend his bounty from being stolen by the handsome pirat- wait no. Aziraphale did not think Crowley was handsome. I mean she was and also pretty, but Aziraphale didn't think that. Not consciously. What was in that wine?

They battle reached its climax with Aziraphale backed against the newly dandelion wall. The mop had been broken in two when it collided with one of the pillars, leaving Crowley with a short stick and a lot of mop. Aziraphale had lost his weapon in the battle and was out of luck...unless.

Crowley saw the gleam in his combatant's eyes before he realised Aziraphale had reached down slowly for the used roller. Their eyes widened.

"No, no, no don't you dare Aziraphale don'tyoudarecomenearmewiththa-"

Too late. A wide line of vivid paint now covered Crowley right down the middle, stark against the black.

"You-" Aziraphale had no time to run before Crowley lunged forward.

"No Crowley not the waistcoa-" but he was also too late.

Crowley brought Aziraphale tightly against his front, pulling them close together so the paint was shared between them. He even rubbed his cheek into the top of Aziraphale’s hair for good measure.

Wait.

Crowley froze.

They were currently in the middle of the bookshop, surrounded by chaos. Crowley's arms were wrapped tightly around Aziraphale, his head resting on top of his head.

Oh.

Oh no.

Crowley tried to instruct his limbs to let go, but the traitors that they were stayed stubbornly buried in Aziraphale’s jacket.

Hesitantly, Aziraphale felt his own arms wrap around the demon in turn until they were just stood there in the bookshop. Holding each other.

Crowley wasn't quite sure how long they stood like that. Neither daring to breath.

The sun was starting to peer through the window casting a soft light on the mess they had made of things.

"I...errr...think the paint might be dry now" said Crowley in a voice alien to himself. She wasn't sure if she meant the paint on the wall or the paint covering the two of them.

"Right" said Aziraphale. Another beat. Then they slowly untangled their bodies as if unsure where one stopped and the other started. "I suppose we should check on the colour."

The two walked over to inspect the wall.

"So..." asked Crowley in a tone of forced levity, "is it a happy enough colour?"

Aziraphale opened his mouth and closed it again. He appeared to be trying to decide something.

"Let's check" he said, and stepped over to Crowley. The Demon's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as the angel reached up to remove his sunglasses.

"Hmmm...perfect," Aziraphale declared. His hand still cupping Crowley's face, thumb resting under their eye.

"Simply perfect."

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*anime nose bleed*

the bookshop is silent except for the soft music and the whisper of fabric as they move. the lights are low, just warm enough to blur the edges of the world. aziraphale sways a little closer, words half-whispered into the quiet space between them. crowley looks at him like he’s known the answer for centuries.

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Bluesky is a relatively new platform, and although it’s been around for a few years now, it was previously difficult to join (you had to wait for another user to invite you. This is no longer the case), but has really only taken off in the last year as everyone leaves Twitter in droves as that platform continues to crash and burn.

Whether SDNP posted this kind of content elsewhere I don’t know, but they’ve really leaned into it in the last 12 months, and more of the fandom is now paying attention.

The latest South Downs bsky post and some replies they responded to

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Ah those rascals are at it again!

The latest South Downs bsky post and some replies they responded to

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Good Omens season 3/finale thought of the day:

I’m imagining a scene after the second coming has been averted. The Ineffables are strolling along Whickber Street and just outside the bookshop Crowley throws his arm over Aziraphale’s shoulders and says to him, “I’ll take you anywhere. Anywhere you’d like to go, Angel. The world’s our oyster.”

And Aziraphale cocks a suggestive eyebrow and looks up at the top floor window and just casually replies “I’d very much like you to take me to bed.” Then smirks as Crowley’s brain visibly stops working and as he leaves Crowley standing on the footpath a moment to unlock the door he looks back expectantly, and Crowley just huffs out, “m’yep yeah- um, yeah.” Then just stumbles through the door as Aziraphale looks coily back out into the street and shuts the door behind him.