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[ajconstantine]

OMG the (nearly final) draft for The Art of Letting Go: After the Last Page is officially finished! For those who may not know, this is the completion of the beloved Good Omens human AU story of an author whom I was a beta for before her untimely passing.

There will still be a bit of editing based on beta feedback but the heavy lifting of writing is complete. Speaking of betas: a massive, indispensable, glittering THANK YOU to the wonderful Queen Aislin, @naturallyteal, @wingsofopal, @depraveddame. I am beyond grateful for the feedback and love you’ve poured into this story.

The final stats? It’s currently sitting at 91,609 words and 20 chapters.

Which is... wow. So much longer than I originally intended! But there were so many plot threads that needed to be wrapped up properly, and, well... I may have gotten a bit carried away in spots. (Hopefully in the best way possible, and in ways you'll all enjoy!)

This was a uniquely challenging project. Trying to match Nekhen's tone and style while staying true to my own voice was a massive tightrope walk, but I am happy with how it came together.

Chapter 1 drops on May 24th! I hope you all find this conclusion as satisfying and enjoyable to read as it was emotional to write.

[maddyjones2]

Wow! This is amazing! Such good news

[handyowlet]

A take I loved from the hellscape that is Twitter:

[handyowlet]

From the same account:

[maddyjones2]

The heat death of the universe isn't a deal breaker guys ... But we definitely get stars and plants and life in all its mundane and amazing glory.

[dyinginacostco]

I think I figured it out guys

[soloorganaas]

GOOD OMENS | 2019 - 2026

[maddyjones2]

The end of good omens 3 could not have happened without Aziraphale and Crowley, Adam and everyone else. Without them, the world ends at 6,000 years and that is all there is. No more story.

Because of the decisions of Crowley and Aziraphale to prioritise humans, a world where humans are not pawns of gods, there is the possibility of Anthony and Asa. The decision made by the writers is the most Pratchett outcome I can think of. Giving humans the right to control their own lives.

Asa and Anthony are god's gift to them (and us).

[tumbld-out-of-my-bed]

Despite everything, this is so precious to me.

In every lifetime, in every timeline, in every universe, Crowley will wait for him.

[angelofcentauri]

They got to be human, they got to be normal, they got to be free to be themselves and pursue their lives and passions and careers without the trauma and judgment of heaven and hell. They got to have parents and childhoods and got to grow up. They got to meet again and fall in love again without fear. They got to get MARRIED and live happily ever after in their cottage. They had twenty years together and will likely have many more years before they pass away peacefully having lived full lives of love and true unbridled authenticity.

And the other eternal beings got to be human too and all have similar experiences. Ahhhhh, they all looked so happy.😭 No longer living an existence that is inherently rigged against them!

I just wish we could've seen more of the human universe and how everyone was living in it. How Adam and Josh became friends, how Muriel and Eric got together, how Dagon and Michael ended up running that pub together, if Nina and Maggie still run a record store and a coffee shop, what Gabriel and Beez ended up becoming, etc.

I rest knowing that they got what they truly needed in the end, to be normal and human. Like Aziraphale said to Adam in the first season: Human incarnate. Better than hell or heaven incarnate.

I had such mixed feelings after first watching this finale, and I 100% understand why not everyone likes it and I totally respect that. It's still far from a perfect episode. I'm still in ways grieving over what I was initially hoping for.

But what we got has grown on me so much and it brings me more comfort the more I think about it and what it really means. Good Omens really is at its very core about love and humanity and the love OF humanity.

There will never be another story like it. I'll hold it close to my heart forever.♥️

GNU Terry Pratchett.

[katfell]

“Satire is meant to ridicule power. If you are laughing at people who are hurting, it's not satire, it's bullying.”

Terry Pratchett

[littleweezel]

Good Omens AU: Out Cold, now complete!

Summary: After embarrassing himself in front of his ex, Crowley goes for a hike in a very familiar state park to cool off. His day goes from bad to worse when a snow storm pops up out of nowhere and he loses the trail. Lost and alone in the woods, he starts to panic. Hours later, he gives up on being rescued and is about to fall asleep when an angel comes to his rescue.

Or does he...

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Fanart by @orangejuiceinmyshoe

Shout out to master betas @hermiola, @ireallyneedmoretea, and especially @spectrallydistracted who as my "alpha beta" was part of this fic before I even wrote a single word.

@goodomensafterdark

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[luna-azzurra]

Tips for Writing Injuries

✧ Broken ribs suck. You don’t just “walk it off.” Breathing hurts. Laughing hurts. Existing hurts. Characters with rib injuries won’t be doing heroic sprints.

✧ Concussions aren’t instant naps. Dazed vision, nausea, dizziness, maybe even personality changes, but they’re not going to collapse neatly like in the movies.

✧ Blood loss is sneaky. It’s not just about dramatic pools of blood. It’s dizziness, confusion, and the body getting cold as circulation tanks.

✧ Adrenaline lies. Someone can take a serious injury and not feel it until the fight’s over. That “I didn’t realize I was bleeding until later” trope? Very real.

✧ Twisted ankles are brutal. One bad step and suddenly running is off the table. Even walking hurts like hell. Perfect way to ground a chase scene.

✧ Burns linger. Even small burns hurt more than most people expect. Blisters, infection risk, constant pain, it’s not just a cool scar later.

✧ Dislocated shoulders = useless arm. Characters can’t keep swinging a sword or firing a gun. They’re basically fighting one-armed until it’s fixed.

✧ Shock is a thing. Pale skin, trembling, rapid heartbeat, and eventually disorientation. A character might not even realize how bad their wound is.

✧ Stitches aren’t magic. Getting sewn up is painful and recovery takes time. They’re not instantly battle-ready after a needle and thread.

✧ Scars tell stories. Some fade, some don’t. Some stay sensitive forever. Don’t forget the aftermath when the wound becomes part of the character.

[maddyjones2]

I have a twisted ankle. Can confirm. I will not be running anywhere for some time

[batshit-auspol]

Occasionally as an Australian you'll be talking to someone from overseas, and you'll discover a common phrase you took for granted is, in fact, not universally known outside of our country.

Turns out casually dropping "fuck me dead" into conversation will give unsuspecting Americans an aneurism.

The more you know.

[batshit-auspol]

Imagine being on a work call with an Aussie and they suddenly announce they're gonna blow a load in response to a problem.

[fred-the-dinosaur]

Not Aussie but I asked an American once if she was taking the piss ( i.e. pulling my leg, joking. Perfectly cromulent and friendly english expression)

and she got really upset because she thought I was threatening to piss ON her

[honiibbang]

This is killing me

[batshit-auspol]

Rifling through the tags, here's some other terms which are apparently causing mass carnage whenever they escape our borders:

Having a goon (i.e. Sipping on a delightful wine)

Having a gaytime (Eating an icecream)

Having a sticky beak (Investigating)

Take a squiz (To have a sticky beak)

Get stuffed (To express a revelation is most frightful)

Chuck a sickie (Take a day off work due to the humours being misaligned)

Chuck a wobbly (When one's temperament becomes visibly upset)

Carry on like a pork chop (Acting most silly indeed)

Thongs (flip flops)

Hot chook (Pre-cooked supermarket rotisserie chicken, otherwise known as the Bachelor's Handbag)

Fair suck of the sauce bottle (Let's be real)

Shits me to tears (Something is mildly annoying)

Not here to fuck spiders (Expressing a situation is serious)

Having a piss-up (A social gathering)

I'll shout you (offering to goon an old chum)

A cruisy place (a relaxed atmosphere, where one might shout and goon the night away while enjoying many a gaytime in your favourite thongs)

[batshit-auspol]

When you fuck up a work call so bad it gets your entire country trending on social media

[batshit-auspol]

A NATIONAL NEWS HOST has now weighed in on this post 😭

We are not a serious country

[maimonideznuts]

I can't believe nobody mentioned "don't piss in my pocket", meaning "don't pretend you're doing me a favour"

[grabowskibeepboop]

I'm not american but I swear to god some of these if not most had to have been made up on the spot... It's like someone fell off Babel and hit their head really fucking hard

[aurlworthfightingfor]

I’m sorry but this translation explained nothing:

Take a squiz (To have a sticky beak)

The fuck is a sticky beak

[maddyjones2]

A sticky beak is what you gave a look with obv!

It’s a bird who is curious, I mean, what else would it be?

[gallusrostromegalus]

At the gate for my flight home from visiting friends and there's a woman here with a service Shiba Inu. No pics because he has a Do Not Disturb vest and taking pics of strangers is illegal but I need to stress how ON DUTY this animal is. Ears up. Eyes doing Lazer scans of everything. Examining everyone who passes within 10ft like a security guard. Ass planted on her feet. I have never seen a dog with such intense chivalric guardian energy before. He has tiny eyebrows and they are FURROWED with concentration.

[gallusrostromegalus]

Man behind me having unhinged phone conversation. There is an internationally famous dairy in the area I was visiting and he was commissioned by the lady on the other end of the phone to collect specific cheeses from there. The lady is very high strung about the type and condition of the cheese.

The man does not know from cheese. The man "ain't never seen no cheese but orange before" and "I showed ya list to the cheese lady so if it's wrong it's her fault ok?"

I am 80% sure she sent him there for a really specific bleu cheese, 40% sure he does not have the very specific bleu cheese, and 100% sure he's done with her shit.

Our flight is delayed.

He does not have the cheeses in a cooler, just a regular backpack.

[gallusrostromegalus]

I need to emphasize that there is no cooler bag in the backpack. He has Jansport backpack that is jam-packed with cheeses. There is apparently $405 dollars worth of cheeses in that backpack, which I know because he has been trying to get the lady to venmo him the expense, which she has failed to do. It is unclear whether his relation to the lady is romantic, familial or what, but I'm leaning towards "what".

Two more people have joined us. One is a very elegant man with a perfect manicure in a tailored business suit, the other is a neon-haired person of indeterminate gender wearing a fox kirigumi. The Shiba Inu has been staring at the latter for three minutes now.

[gallusrostromegalus]

Uh oh.

Cheese man has been demanding payment because apparently he went like six hours out of his way and paid with his own money and between the cheese and price of gas, he is pretty sure he does not have enough money in his account for an Uber home.

The lady is FLABBERGASTED that he is demanding payment at all, as she was under the impression he was doing this for her out of the goodness of his heart.

He's not having it. He's insisting she told him she would pay him back- he would have gotten her maybe one cheese somewhere closer to his business in the area out of love, but he went out of his way because she agreed to pay him costs+ extra to cover it.

[gallusrostromegalus]

HE RECORDED THE CONVERSATION IN WHICH SHE PROMISED TO PAY FOR THE CHEESE, SHE'S THAT MUCH OF A FLAKE.

I am about to offer this man cash for some of these cheeses because our flight is now more delayed.

[gallusrostromegalus]

"YOU ALWAYS DO THIS! YOU ALWAYS DO THIS AND I FALL FOR IT EVERY TIME! NO! NO! FUCK YOU! IF YOU'RE NOT GONNA PAY ME, YOU DON'T GET FANCY CHEESE."

"OR ELSE WHAT?"

"I'm gonna-? THE BABY SHOWER? MONICA CAN'T EVEN HAVE THIS CHEESE SHE'S PREGNANT!"

"The cheese lady asked if it was for someone because the mushrooms or whatever in the cheese are dangerous for the baby or something?? You wanna poison Monica?"

"WHY WOULD I LIE ABOUT THAT?"

"YEAH OF COURSE I GOT THE CHEESE, THATS WHY I DON'T GOT MONEY FOR UBER!"

"YEAH, GO TELL! GO TELL MOMMA I STOPPED YOUR STUPID ASS FROM KILLING MONICA OR THE BABY! FUCK!"

*hangs up phone*

*head in hands, borderline hyperventilating*

The man in the three piece suit is in the chair next to him. He waits a moment, then reaches into his carryon and pulls out an entire bottle of wine with the TSA pre check sticker on it, and taps cheese guy on the shoulder.

"If your friend doesn't want it, would you be amenable to having it right now?"

[gallusrostromegalus]

Naturally, I have volunteered my box of wheat thins and offered to buy one of the harder cheeses which should be fine if it makes it home.

[gallusrostromegalus]

Meanwhile, Kirigumi has noticed that the Shiba Inu is staring at her and is correctly intimidated.

[gallusrostromegalus]

1. This is some fucking great Camembert. I have compensated cheese guy accordingly. So have like six other people. He's recouped like half his losses.

2. Cheese guy is crying a little about the cash and opening up about his problems. The cheese lady is his younger sister. Suit guy is being very generous with his Pinot Blanc. We are having a picnic/improv family therapy session.

3. This is apparently the latest in a long string of his sister asking for something and then flaking when he asks to be paid back. Started with paying him back only some of what he was owed, then claiming something she paid for him was of equal value when it was not, then recently telling him his memory is wrong and he said it was a gift or that he'd do it for free.

"Yeah, the specific thing of trying to convince you your memory is unreliable is called gaslighting and it's really fucked up." I say

"yeeeeah. The other stuff I forgave because she's never really had a good job so she can't pay me back all the time but at least she was making an effort y'know? But that was. That was over the line."

"If you haven't already, check on the rest of your family's finances. My brother started trying to gaslight everyone when he started stealing from our parents." Says Pinot Blanc.

4. Shiba Inu Lady has purchased a cheddar. Apparently, the dog's name is Donut, and he's her service dog because she's severely visually impaired.

"Oh, he's a guide dog?" Asks cheese guy.

"oh, no." She laughs. "He's too short, and the way my eyes are, it's easier for me to navigate with a cane. No, the problem I have is that some morally impaired people see the cane and think they can get away with stealing my bag or assaulting me because I wouldn't be able to give a description- which is wrong, but rather than deal with that I got Donut, and he helps me by howling at anyone who gets in my personal space and biting anyone who grabs me!"

"Uh." Says Kirigumi. "He's been staring at me do I need to back up or..?"

"Ohdear! No, no- He wasn't looking at you! He loves cheese but he knows he's not supposed to beg so he decided the way to deal with something he wants but can't have is to stare in the other direction."

"OKAY!" Says Kirigumi. "I'm wearing fox pajamas and thought like. He thought I was another dog or something."

"No, no- he doesn't care about dogs, and you get a warning before he goes for the calves. Very helpful, when I was living in Italy!"

"Oh what part? I have family in Tuscany." Says Pinot.

"Does he want a cheese? There is still so much cheese." Says cheese guy.

[gallusrostromegalus]

Plane may be arriving. I am paying for in flight WiFi to keep y'all updated.

[gallusrostromegalus]

1. Cheese guy has sold all but two or three cheeses that he an Pinot are going to eat on the flight.

2. I know they're planning to continue because Pinot talked to the gate agent so he and cheese guy can sit together and talk about family drama and cheese.

3. Pinot has been teaching him about different types of cheese and how to enjoy them.

4. Cheese guy apparently repairs computers and other technology devices for a living and is currently doing the software version of scraping barnacles and other crap off Pinot'macbook.

5. Pinot is now convinced that cheese guy is the smartest and most interesting man in the world.

[gallusrostromegalus]

Ok so the Wifi wasn't working on the plane (also like, nonstop turbulence) and also they got seated in a different row from me, but:

Now that I've heard the word aloud, and they are an astrophysicist. Who correctly believes in being comfy as fuck on planes. They are also familar with the concept of a meet-cute and is rooting for them too.

Got to walk the nice lady and her Tactical Assault Shiba to her next gate because it was on the way out and talk for a bit. Donut is called that not because he is the color of a Donut (which he is) but because he likes to sleep curled up in a perfect circle. He has a sister who does the same thing named Bagel.

Lost track of Pinot and Cheeseguy for a bit but when I saw them again at Baggage claim, Cheeseguy was holding both their jackets, and Pinot was on the phone to his hotel about "Well do you have any rooms with TWO beds?". The rest of the call indicated that yes, there were rooms with two beds, but Readers, I Had A Moment.

:)

Anyway, it's 2AM, I need to sleep, if you feel like supporting this kind of hard-hitting reporting, I have a Tip Jar!

[thatclockworkdoll]

Happy (late) Pride Month to Cheese Guy and Pinot Blanc

[memeuplift]

[roycohn]

something i've noticed that has become really annoying in the past 10 years or so is this fad of what i've been calling, for lack of a better word, "structural whataboutism." it's that thing where, when faced with a concrete, resolvable problem in your community, your answer is to blame it on a vast, unsolvable issue of structural inequality and then throw up your hands. "there's trash all over the ground in this corner of the park" becomes "well, that's where MEN OF COLOR congregate after their 12-HOUR GRAVEYARD SHIFTS and i'm not going to support a CARCERAL SOLUTION to a CAPITALISTIC PROBLEM. WE NEED TO ELIMINATE POVERTY AND THE SUBJUGATION OF THE WORKING CLASS" and it's like okay but sis. someone still has to go pick up the trash. we don't need a carceral solution, we need more trash cans. you're not going to eliminate poverty and the subjugation of the working class and even if ya did, there would still be trash on the ground. how any of this passes for radicalism within their peer groups i simply don't understand. it's radical laziness more than anything else

[figtreeandvine]

I was on a canoe trip once with a river biologist who worked for the county. After we found and removed a car tire, she started talking about the annual river cleanup her department organized. From a water quality or ecological standpoint, removing shopping carts, car tires, and other macro trash from the river really wasn't that important, she said. The real threat to the river was industrial and agricultural runoff.

"But!" she said:

People who see a clean, trash-free river are more likely support laws to curb more harmful "systemic" forms of pollution. People who participate in river cleanups take pride in their work--their river!--and become evangelists for protecting it.

Immediate action leads to systemic awareness, which leads to systemic change.

[hope-inthedark]

The Serpent's House // Chapter Twenty

Aziraphale knocked on the door to Crowley’s ensuite, holding a jar of herbs and salts. The children were down in the sitting room with Anathema and Newt, eating sandwiches and crisps and chocolate and watching a film about dragons, and Anathema had sent Aziraphale upstairs with a directive that Crowley use the contents of the jar for his bath. 

“Better not to argue with a witch,” Newt had said to him earlier, winking, as Anathema had rubbed an odd-smelling herbal poultice onto the bruises on his neck, and so Aziraphale had done as he’d been told. 

When there was no answer to his first knock, Aziraphale tried again with a bit more force, and this time, Crowley said, “Is everything okay?” 

There was a fine thread of panic in his voice, and Aziraphale longed to soothe it.

“Yes,” Aziraphale said hurriedly. “Sorry, darling-”

“Angel,” Crowley interrupted. Soft, barely audible through the door. “Come in.”

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This was supposed to be the last chapter, and it kind of is? There is an already-written epilogue which will be posted tomorrow to wrap the whole thing up.

This is far and away the longest fic I've ever written, and it's taken me ages to write, and I appreciate all of you who love this story and its silly little characters.

Also, thank you as always to @infinitevariety, who routinely saves me and my writing from myself.

See you tomorrow!