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Good Omens as written by Jane Austen

Inspired by @neil-gaiman and his recent answer:

Q: Are season 2 and the hypothetical season 3 of Good Omens directly inspired by any other works, the way the book was inspired by “The Omen”? 

A: Not really. The Bible a bit. And possibly Jane Austen.

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Good omens edits: 11/?

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I imagine this is probably what it's like for people reading my fic Strictly Business and I am so so sorry (and it's about to turn 2 years next month!!???)

Funniest thing in the whole wide world is opening a completed fic and seeing the author’s note for the first chapter say something like “unlike my other fics, this will be a shorter one! Expect it to be complete within three months or so” and then you look at the stats and the fic is 100k+ words and took two years to finish

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Bitches be like ‘I’m so tired and sleepy’ and then stay up doing hyperfixtation shit for the next 5 hours

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the most consistent part of the tumblr experience is that you will either be subjected to david tennant or obsessed with david tennant but either way he will be here

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I love that Aziraphale read all those romance novels, had one look at himself, and decided he’s going to be the heroine.

Falls in love with the bad boy with a soft heart for him? Check.

Passenger princess? Check.

Always rescued by the handsome bad boy? Check.

Gets the bad boy to participate in a dumbass idea by giving him a pleeeeeeeease look? Check.

Bad boy builds up his confidence? Check.

Bad boy risks himself to save him and he can save him in return? Check.

Good for you, babe.

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Oh, I see. When something is gone, it keeps existing.

Doctor Who: Wild Blue Yonder (2023)

#evil fourteen was actually um #ummMMM #*sweats profusely* #doctor who

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I think what's especially funny about this is if we were talking just S1 the ships would've been reversed

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#good omens

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man i love good omens

#CURSED ;_; #SDJKGLKJFKLG #man i am so drunk

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do you ever think about how darcy's perspective of the visit to rosings is just... a completely wild time. so like. he and his favourite cousin goes to visit with his weird aunt, and ends up running into this hot girl, that he's really kinda increasingly into? she's staying in the area for a while with her bestie. so like. he was expecting a boring social obligation visit & getting pressure into marrying his other, less favourite cousin. instead, he watches the hot girl hold her own with his aunt in conversation. she banters with him over the pianoforte and they have a Moment™. he keeps going over to the house she's staying at, just to awkwardly chill there, even though he doesn't like the other people there. has a whole conversation with her about how she wouldn't mind living far away from family, as long as she could afford the travel. he extends his visit so he can keep seeing her. when he runs into her on a walk, she makes a point of detailing the exact route she prefers to take while out walking, clearly encouraging him to join her, so he does. he has a really nice time on these walks, they spend a lot of time in companionable silence, but he manages to flirt a little by implying some stuff about the future & what their married life could be like, and they have some conversations about that. and sure, she has some family baggage, but none of them are around so it's a lot easier to ignore, y'know? so eventually he just can't take it anymore, and he shoots his shot. she clearly values honesty so he explains his scruples as well, but he thinks she's been dropping some favourable signals, so he's got a good chance, right?

and then not only she turns him down she ROASTS THE FUCK OUT OF HIM. she insults him. she insults his honour as a gentleman. she flips the fuck out about... oh yeah crap the sister thing, turns out his cousin blabbed, and then I'M SORRY YOU SAID WHAT? ABOUT WICKHAM? THIS IS ABOUT FUCKING WICKHAM, MY FUCKING NEMESIS? HE FUCKING SAID WHAT ABOUT.... OH MY GOD. oh fuck. I've fucked up so badly I need to reevaluate my entire life & risk sending a letter to an unmarried woman who hates my guts, just so i can explain shit. fuck.

#IM CRYINGG p&p is an absolute treasure #this explains so much why darcy is so fucking ME coded i swear #jane austen #pride and prejudice

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hi!! just wanted to pop in and tell u that i absolutely LOVEE your story about boss crowley and p.a aziraphale <33 your writing is just so beautiful and so intimate. thats all from me, hope you're doing well! xx

Ohhhh, this was just what I needed today. Thank you so much x

#ask #anon ask

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To all my writers who have a tough time with smut terms and not knowing which ones to use, I have found the holy grail for us.

This reddit user took a poll of 3,500 people and went really in depth with asking their favorite terminology, along with actual pie charts on what the readers preferred to see in their smut.

Here's the direct link to the Google doc with all the info!

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The Runaway by FeralTuxedo Rated E Summary: DI Aziraphale Fell is tasked with investigating the death of a young sex worker. With the help of witness Anthony Crowley, he sets off on a mission to uncover dark secrets while keeping his own. If anyone finds out that the victim spent the last night of his life with him, everything could be over. A gritty cop drama AU.

Started posting my new AU! I know, now is a weird time to do that, but I've been sitting on this one for a while and I'm quite excited about it. It's a shamelessly trope-y gritty crime thriller/drama. Detective Aziraphale and sex worker Crowley solve a murder mystery together. Complications and smut ensue.

Excerpt from chapter 1 under the cut.

They entered yet another identical room. A small bed in a small space with a small window looking out onto the enormous car park. The witness lay back on the bed, his all black clothes and fiery red hair stark against the white sheets. He had his forearms crossed behind his head, which he lifted in irritation as if he’d just been interrupted from his nap.

He made no effort to move or to sit up, and so Aziraphale squeezed himself onto the thin sliver of bed free between his long legs and the edge of the mattress. Like a hospital visitor at a sick bed.

‘I’m Detective Inspector Aziraphale Fell,’ he began, ‘and over there is my colleague Detective Constable Anathema Device. You’ve met her already.’

‘Yeah, I remember.’

The man winked at Device, but she was much too cool-headed to react to it.

‘So.’ The word was long and flat in his accent. ‘Is this where you ask me all the same questions she did earlier so you can see if I’m lying?’

‘Yes,’ Aziraphale said simply.

Behind him, Device shifted uncomfortably. But Aziraphale knew this type of witness, too. The type that didn’t need kindly reassurances as much as straightforward honesty. The type that hid their trauma behind a facade of cool detachment.

Anthony Crowley would be just like that. Inappropriate jokes and laddish posturing, anything to distract from the horrible sight Aziraphale knew he would not forget anytime soon. From the grief that was, at this very moment, building and gaining momentum at the pit of his stomach, ready to rise up and consume him.

‘If you could just repeat your name, age, and address. And perhaps this would be easier if you were to sit up.’

Anthony Crowley grinned and wiggled on the mattress.

‘Yeah I bet it would be easier. But I’m really comfortable like this, so you’ll just have to deal with it.’

Device actually huffed. Unprofessional perhaps, but then she had been subjected to this man’s maddening attempts at provocation much longer than Aziraphale had. He crossed his arms and waited. The man relented.

‘Anthony James Crowley. I live at 666 Eden Close in Kilburn, and I’m twenty-three.’

Twenty-three. Barely older than Ryan Jones the receptionist, and yet Crowley appeared so much more cynical than his years. He didn’t look old, by any means. No sign of the crow’s feet that had been permanent features on Aziraphale’s face since some time around his thirty-sixth birthday. No, Crowley’s face was chiseled, his body taut even laid out on a bed like that, like a cobra ready to strike at any moment.

He reminded Aziraphale an awful lot of Eric.

‘Can you tell me what happened last night and this morning?’ he asked, before the thought had a chance to take hold and derail him.

‘Sure. I got some missed calls from Eric during the night, but I didn’t see them until the morning. Tried to call him back but he didn’t answer, so I called the hotel instead.’

‘Wait a moment.’

He’d let Ryan Jones talk, but with someone like Anthony Crowley, Aziraphale knew it was best not to give them any opportunity to gloss over details.

‘How did you know he was here? Where were you at the time?’

‘We’ve got location sharing on between our phones. And I was at an AirBnB in Camden.’

Good Lord, this was like pulling teeth. Crowley was not going to volunteer any information. No wonder Device had been so exasperated.

‘Why were you at an AirBnB in Camden if you live in Kilburn?’

‘Just fancied a mini-break, that’s all.’

‘Mr Crowley—’

‘Mr Policeman—’

‘That’s DI Fell to you.’

Crowley grinned, as if he’d won an argument.

‘Fine. I was in Camden because that’s where I was getting fucked up the arse by an American tourist who just so happened to be staying at an AirBnB there.’

He studied Aziraphale for a reaction of shock or outrage. Well, he would not give him the satisfaction.

‘We’ll need the exact address and, if you can provide it, the name of your American… friend.’

‘To confirm the alibi, right?’

This time, Aziraphale did not assent.

‘How do you know Mr Blaine?’

‘We’re mates.’

‘Did you know where he was last night?’

Aziraphale felt his heart race as soon as he asked the question. Tried his best not to let it show. As it happened, he was rather good at repressing his inner thoughts.

‘Yeah,’ Crowley said, and Aziraphale’s hand tightened on the duvet cover. ‘We were on the pull together, in Soho. He got lucky first. Went off with some guy.’

Soho. Aziraphale had just left his favourite sushi place, where he’d been by himself as always. Eric had stumbled into his path, asking for a light. The way he’d looked at him, sweat-soaked from dancing, with the cocky air of a beautiful man who knew he was beautiful.

Any moment now, Aziraphale would stop breathing and the game would be up.

#ohh damn i should get off my arse and read this stat #IT LOOKS SCRUMMY

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I'll be co-hosting a panel for The Ineffable Con 4! :)

Are you curious about how exactly Austen themes fit into the Good Omens romance? Why was the dance scene from 2x05 so irresistibly appealing to us viewers? Which Austen characters can we most associate with Aziraphale and Crowley, and how might this help us in illuminating their characters' motivations in Series 2 and beyond? If you haven't read Jane Austen and don't feel like getting into thousands of pages of literary work just to understand a fandom reference then this is the panel for you. On the other hand, if you have read Austen and just want an excuse to talk about it, then this panel is also for you. Join Aji (angelsnuffbox) and Stef in yelling (lovingly) about it together. 

In 2021, way before we even got a S2 announcement, Stef and I did a panel for TIC 3 about Good Omens and Jane Austen. Imagine our surprise (and delight!) with how S2 turned out! This @theineffablecon panel is kind of a sequel to our previous one, wherein we update our thoughts based on the new content that we got with S2. We'd love for you to come join us!

Get your tickets to The Ineffable Con here.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #ineffable con #tic4 #tic #the ineffable con

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in which crowley tries to convince himself that all is not yet lost, because underneath it all, he is an optimist…

#wow #good omens #good omens fanart

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I have a new favourite batshit rail idea

Please build it for the funny please please please

#this is such an insane view of the world #i had no idea france was that up north

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Oh, my feelings... my feelings are... I am ashamed to remember what I said then. My feelings are so different. In fact, they are quite the opposite.

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE (1995) | Episode 6

#pride and prejudice 1995 #jane austen #my lovess

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Manifesting this at the end 💛