Well, it's been a hot minute since I posted a Throwback Thursday -- an occasional retrospective on the early months of the Good Omens TV fandom (or, occasionally, a deeper dive back into book-derived fic).
What happened was, I've been gradually preserving an offline archive of favorite and marked-for-later fics for the kind of reasons you'd imagine, as well as print-friendly versions of my own fic so as to have a physical copy. Earlier this week, I started with the one-shots, and felt an uprush of nostalgia for the innocent days of the First Fandom -- before we'd lived through the brutal onset of a pandemic that hasn't gone away but only slowed down, before the what I still think of (YMMV) as the gratuitous authorial cruelty of The Kiss -- and, of course, before the political situation that makes me want to preserve fic offline in the first place.
Possibly because I'm an old tart myself, I love Tracy. So here's my fourth posted GO fic, from September of 2019 -- pure fluffy, silly getting together featuring all three canon couples, thanks to the sagacity of a seeress and part-time Jezebel:
Plush Toys, or, Madame Tracy Knows All - rated M, ~3000 words
“People come to me with all sorts of needs, ducks. They want to believe someone on The Other Side still cares for them, they need something they can’t make themselves ask of anyone else, they just need to talk. They’re burning up from the inside because they need to say something they don’t dare, or didn’t say something when they could. Why not take the chance?”
And here, on a more serious and eerie note, is what happens when Tracy decides to look up that queer Mr. Aziraphale post-airfield, and finds someone who, disturbingly inhuman or no, is in sore need of her matter-of-fact good sense. An early 2020 fic by @lyricwritesprose. complete with Pratchetty footnotes.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Wise insight into the characters of Tracy, Shadwell and Aziraphale, a nape-prickling sense of the inhumanity of angels, a promising restoration of the Arrangement as a sort of love-language, and delicious sentences like "It wasn’t that Shadwell was especially imposing, or especially dangerous, but there was something about having an obviously unhinged Scotsman ranting at you about nipples and accusing you of bearing diseases that were only found in particularly unfortunate sheep."
And -- a late bulletin just before posting -- @anotherwellkeptsecret has begun a comic of my 2021 fic Looking Good, Mr. Fell! I've followed AWKS' (incredibly reasonably-priced) Patreon since the first months of the fandom -- the composition and facial expressions, eloquent in a few spare lines, are always gorgeous. And there's always a GO and a Sherlock comic in progress -- two updates a week each! If you're not on the Patreon you can sample their work by checking out their Tumblr! I am so honored my fic was one of two chosen in the last poll (the other was We Only Said Goodbye with Words, I Died A Hundred Times, which will appear next).
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I write mainly Good Omens, along with occasional ventures into Sherlock Holmes (BBC and ACD), Doctor Who, Sandman and other DC Vertigo titles, and my first love, Star Trek. Find my fic here on AO3.
