I’m Jemima. I Made This Pot!

[capybaralovers]

[sabacc]

armageddon is an emotion palette

[silentstep]

#crowley never seems like… ENTIRELY in control of what his face is doing   #but at this point it feels like he has fully lost whatever control of it he did have   #it’s just gonna do what it’s gonna do    (via elsajeni)

[charlottemadison42]

OK BUT SEE HERE IS THE THING WHEN YOU ARE WRITING CROWLEY there are too few words, by several hundred, to describe Crowley’s involuntary expressions. And it makes me berserk. At any given moment when I’m writing Crowley, I can see EXACTLY which of the 7,000 chaotic Crowley faces Tennant is making, but here I sit weeping over the maybe two dozen paltry words I have to work with, so can I PLEASE figure out a non-tacky way to make mini-mouse-over gifs appear when I need them so the reader will know WHICH snarl or WHICH smirk or WHICH eyebrow thing or WHICH sneer I am talking about (there are at least 834 different sneers, fuck me, they should have sent a taxonomist) Michael Sheen, on the other hand, chooses to play Aziraphale as more of a speed runner – his virtuosic microexpressions cycle through dozens of emotions per second. But each one is precise and recognizeable. I’m particularly fond of his surprise-fear-consideration-realization-fondness-joy-guilt-defiance-regret-self-rememberance as a power combo, usually culminating in a Keri-Strugg-level perfect 10 landing on Angelically Polite And Pleasant. All of which he accomplishes in perhaps .3 seconds. So when it comes to facial expressions, Sheen’s doing Da Vinci level attention to precision and detail, which can at least be described, but Tennant is over here fucking Picasso-ing all over the place, and PLEASE give me more words for Crowley’s faces, please. I have tried, BELIEVE ME I have tried. But “tweaked his nasolabial sulcus and pinched his superciliary arch with an asymmetrycal tug of his philtrum” just doesn’t have the punch I’m looking for. Anyway. Back to writing Crowley, and trying to limit myself to two sneers, three grimaces, and a lip curl per chapter. (Which results in the prose equivalent of describing Beethoven’s 9th as “a few violins and some wind instruments and a couple singers got together, and they were loud, then soft, then loud again, with some happys and sads”) Goddammit. I mean, in Crowley’s case She already did, but you get the idea.

[orcarriagesthatwork]

I think about this cake every day

[tizzymcwizzy]

sorry for exposing your tags but this is hilarious

[microsuedemouse]

OP, I hope you don’t mind me making an addition:

When I turned 17, we ordered a cake at the grocery store for my party, as we’d done many times before. If you wanted something written on the cake you’d write it into a section of the order form. We requested, very simply, “Happy Birthday Courtney”. When we went to pick it up the day of the party, this is what we got.

The bakery employees had absolutely no explanation for this. The order form, attached to the box, very clearly did not contain any of those extra names. Whomever had done the writing was no longer in, so there was no one to ask how this had happened. The fact that the name ‘Juan’ is misspelled bewilders me to this day. (I’ve never seen ‘Miley’ without the E, either, but it’s believable that someone might spell it that way.) Did this cake slip in from an alternate universe where I’m one quarter of a set of Hispanic quadruplets? Dyslexic Hispanic quadruplets, maybe?

This cake became the focal point of my party. At least two of my friends regularly called me ‘Courtney Mily Jaun Pablo’ for years to come. My siblings and I still reference it sometimes, eleven years later. It is probably the funniest thing ever to occur at any birthday celebration of my life, and may well remain so for the rest of my days.

I love a botched cake.

[helenarth]

one time me and some pals spotted one of those big cookie cakes in a store. it was done up with red icing and little X's for kisses and in the middle it said

No One Like You

now, it took us a while to realise it meant "(there is) no one like you". at first, we all parsed it as a botched "no one like(s) you"

for ages after when we'd wind each other up we'd declare "NO ONE LIKE YOU ☹️👎"

[itseasytoremember]

I just feel like it's important to post the Sacred Texts

[brokewokebespoke]

Heritage cakes.

[zin-lynn-c]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Rated E, Chapter 8/8, cover art by @gleafer (and endless thank yous, Gleafer, you absolute sweetheart, for creating this art!! Everybody get in her Patreon! You will not be disappointed.)

Now complete! The final chapter is here!

For everyone who has been following along with the WIP, I so hope you enjoy the ending. For everyone who has been waiting for the finished story before jumping in, I hope you enjoy the ride. 💕

Chapter Excerpt

Twitchy and nervous—and increasingly irritated with himself for being twitchy and nervous—Crowley waits. His hands curl and uncurl around a brimming tankard of ale, fingertips drumming against the dented pewter. He tries to sink further into his chair, stretching his long legs to their full extension. Nonchalant, like. Seductive. Exceptionally suave. Only trouble is, his foot is bouncing and his body keeps tormenting him with tantalising little remembrances of the last time he sat in this same chair, at this same table, in this same tavern, propositioning an angel: silver cord wrapped around his wrist, the scrape of the wood grain against his side, Aziraphale’s hand splayed wide and open against his chest. He might as well attempt to cosy up on a bed of nails for all the nonchalance he’s able to muster. Each time the door opens, Crowley shoots upright again, craning his neck to peer around the thickening crowd of patrons, desperate for a glimpse of blonde curls, the soft curve of an angelic smile. Pull yourself together, Crowley. He’s coming. He’ll be here.

Continue reading on AO3

New Tags Added: Schroedinger's canon compliance

General Summary + Tags

After a drunken handfasting ceremony goes awry, Crowley and Aziraphale find themselves magically bound to be touching at all times. In order to set the situation to rights, they must embark on a multi-day journey to seek help from the last true witch in England.

Canon-typical drinking, sex pollen (but not really), more like forced proximity pollen, mutual pining, only one bed, only one horse, eventual smut, pining while fucking, angst with a happy ending

Read from Chapter 1 on AO3

Thank yous forever to 2littletime707, @adverbian, and @harlotofupdog. I could not have brought this story home without your thoughts and your comments and your encouragement <3

And a big ol' thank you to @goodomensafterdark for being such an incredible community of creative goblinery.

🐝 Written for the Good Omens High Pollen Count Event! 🌻

[brokewokebespoke]

Happy May (and Season 3 Eve) to my favorite fancfic of all time!

[brokewokebespoke]

Ok, so. Casting a hopeful net to find a comic.

I was reading a comic on (X? Bluesky? Insta? Here on Tumblr?) sometime in the last 3 months (everything is blurry because life) that was an ao3 story slowly being translated into comic form. I believe it took place during the Night at Crowley’s (tm) before their body switch, and I think Crowley went off to bed while Aziraphale tried to read. He couldn’t focus and then I think Crowley was having a nightmare and so Aziraphale ended up in the bedroom. The comic was unfinished around this point. I think the source story eventually got NSFW but I really liked how their trauma of the last several days was portrayed in comic form. Could anyone point me in vaguely the right direction? I would be ever so grateful!

[brokewokebespoke]

I did eventually find it!

🔮 Flowers 🔮 (@wizardflowers.bsky.social)

As an early Christmas treat I'm going to repost this nsfw comic I adapted from my friends fic, which I'm going to link below! I'll be postin

[transmascmarypoppins]

why is this post completely broken in every way imaginable

[cecilsrandomeverything]

Broken notes… deactivated account… removed image….

Finally, we have them all.

[spacefinch]

In addition: OP’s name is just… gone. No “[insert username]-deactivated[insert a bunch of numbers]” as is the standard for deactivated blogs.

Just the world “deactivated.” Look upon their post, ye mighty, and despair.

[chatblancofficial]

It’ll be almost impossible to find this post unless it wanders across your dash.

[i-only-ever-asked-questions]

You know, when you are rewatching Good Omens in preparation for S3 and suddenly something new jumps at you. Yeah, that. Have you noticed that Adam's aura and Anathema's drawing on the book are basically the same? A rainbow (or is it a rain-bow 😆)

Bonus: The coloring we see young Anathema do 11 years ago is not the same we see when Aziraphale opens the book in 2019. I got you GO production, using different props! 🤣🤣 Also, who is the drawn girl supposed to be? Agnes? Anathema herself? Her mom? Whoooooooo

[brokewokebespoke]

Interesting… kind of like how Aziraphale’s drawing of Gabriel in his shop looks different than the one he shows in Edinburgh….

There was a mention by Rachel Talalay at one point of timey-wimey stuff that people are associating not with Dr. Who, but GO instead…

[thecoolerwinter1234lo]

this fanfiction shit easy af

[youryurigoddess]

A glimpse into the past to prepare for the future

Trash Crowley from the trailer stands in the exact same spot — with a column supporting his back and the exit on his left side — he has chosen in 1941, unsure whether he was truly welcome in Aziraphale’s bookshop after their 1862 breakup and fully prepared for another rejection.

Notice how the focus of Crowley’s present time frames falls not so much on the window through which the Nazi zombies spied on the ineffable husbands back in 1941, but rather on the door — accidentally or perhaps intentionally left wide open, maybe even by the demon himself in order to make his escape route shorter.

The 1941 scene marked their first time alone in almost a century (not counting the church ruins and the drive in the Bentley, since in both instances they were in public). Crowley instantly panic froze in what he considered a safe space in a technically unfriendly territory of an angelic embassy — at least until Aziraphale went up to him, closing the physical and emotional barrier to reach for a book. That’s when the demon relaxed, undressed, and sat down, although still in the same spot.

All of the above bookshop footage could stem from a single scene, with Aziraphale gradually approaching Crowley to enter his safe space near the exit. Just imagine: the camera zooms in and circles around them while a miracle sets the dirty demon and his suit to rights (but prudently keeping his charmingly roguish stubble on), and makes plants grow in the background.

Is that the long anticipated Tree of Life behind Crowley? A Christmas tree symbolising the Second Coming? Or maybe romantic decorations suitable for a love confession? It’s hard to tell without more contextual information, but all of the available options seem more than exciting!

Aziraphale’s position changes and mirrors not only his bookshop magic trick, but also parts of the Final Fifteen. I don’t consider it a coincidence that Crowley stops in the very same space between the column and the exit to turn back and kiss his angel goodbye.

[iforgiveyouprime]

An incredible observation! And indeed, it works beautifully as a parallel to the 1941 flashback. It fits perfectly with what is happening between them now.

However, I doubt that the shot with Crowley crying from happiness is from their reunion at the beginning when they come together to stop Armageddon. Simply because he doesn’t have that “curl of divorce" in it, and the lighting is much softer. We also have shots where he is still wearing the dirty jacket. So it’s very unlikely — I would rather bet that this scene is closer to the end.

[brokewokebespoke]

Item: An Enchanted Amulet Rarity: ✦ Uncommon

Who's your favorite video game protagonist?

Feed your dashboard by answering my question, blogger.

Alexandra Roivas, Eternal Darkness

[brokewokebespoke]

Item: The Wishlist Rarity: ⏶ Common

How many video games are in your backlog right now?

Feed your dashboard by answering my question, blogger.

9

[brokewokebespoke]

[brokewokebespoke]

Item: The Screen Rarity: ⏶ Common

Console or PC?

Feed your dashboard by answering my question, blogger.

Console when I can afford it.

[super-metroid]

if shes your girl then why have i slowly been replacing her parts until there’s nothing left of her original body? is she then still your girl?

[averysoftsheep]

They ship of theseus’d my girl

Can’t have shit in Detroit

[roach-works]

this actually perfectly demonstrates the transitive property of memes: you can replace a meme piece by piece until it only structurally resembles the original, and it is, in fact, the same meme.

call that the meme of theseus thesis

[fadeverb]

tumblrites can have a little intertextuality as a treat

[heroofthreefaces]

my naym is ship and when i’m broke the broken part from me they toke

replace the part had been the plan but in the morn hand door car man

[trickstertime]

*me shoving transitive properties into my purse* sorry, I have to go

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

We owe the reddit refugees an apology for making them see posts like this

[cat-with-no-name]

no we don’t this shit is enrichment in their new enclosure

[marlynnofmany]

*slaps roof of Tumblr* This baby can fit so many rare vintages, you just have to go deep enough, there are some great memes in the cellar, come see

[brokewokebespoke]

Maybe the real Tumblr is the memes we Theseused along the way.

[sheennxnt]

Aziraphale trying not to laugh at his silly demon, who's burning his feet

[parkchanwoohoo]

Incredible

[keresacheron]

Dinosaur cartoon.

[cryoverkiltmilk]

Important reminder

[geeky-fuckery]

This reminds me of the fact that "Ancient Egypt" goes back so many thousands of years, that the most recent "Ancient Egyptians" were already studying (even more) Ancient Egypt.

[charlesoberonn]

Not even the most recent ones. It was an Egyptian prince from the 13th century BCE studying and restoring artifacts from the 26th century BCE.

[charlesoberonn]

For context, the last Pharaoh, Cleopatra VII, lived in the 1st century BCE. Prince Khaemweset, known as "the first egyptologist", was as ancient to her as the pyramids and tombs he was studying were ancient to him.