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Just found out today that my friend posts fanfiction as well.
She told me, nervously, that she posts her writing. And I was like oh! me too!
And her eyes lit up, I’m saying, LIT. UP.
She was like… what do you write?
I was like… fanfiction.
And she was like girl…
ME TOO!
I asked where she posts her writing.
She whispered “Ao3.”
Girl…
ME TOO.
The duration of our conversation included giggling and talking about our fandoms like maniacs.
The best feeling is when you’re able to invite a friend into your secret world of fandoms and fanfiction.
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Beautiful
The Consecrated Line
Neil's favorite line from Good Omens is the invisible and unbreakable one that joins Crowley and Aziraphale.
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There is a line that binds me to you invisible and unbreakable In days our paths lead you out of my reach I know it is present anchored in the depths of my heart drawing us always together On the night we stood in the consecrated rubble of strife so gently did you pluck that line as our hands brushed for too brief a moment I could not quiet the vibrations which began resonating through me expanding infinitely like those of the universe itself They hum through my mind like celestial harmonies building to a crescendo in the recitation of a sacred memory from before the beginning My soul thrums resolutely as it struggles against both the natural and the divine to join with yours It knows the way It follows the line Though unseen as the breeze I can feel it as real as I feel the echo of your lips pressed to mine For all its straining and knotting as we dance so carefully around one another I harbor us to fear for I know our line is indestructible Impervious to both time and the fickle tides of fate
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The fate people pleasers everywhere. We set the entire candle on fire trying to warm others and will burn into ash in the process.
The thing that kills me about the ball so much is that Aziraphale, beautiful and silly as he is, is trying desperately to hold everything together. In many of those scenes, his eyes are almost manic in their intensity and Neil has even said that the reason Aziraphale's miracles weren't working on Maggie and Nina was because he no longer had the spoons.
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He's so overextended and he's trying so, so hard to find just a little bit of joy in all the trouble that's landed at his feet. His bowtie is even a bit askew. Despite his obvious stress, he launches straight from a long trip that only raises more questions to immediately spending all his time and energy planning this ball, both to try to get heaven's eyes off their back and to have a romantic moment with Crowley. He was trying his best.
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My last post on this didn’t get a ton of traction so I’m trying again. The latest budget proposal for NYC includes a $58.3 million cut to public libraries.
Previous cuts forced NYC public libraries to close on Sundays, and this further round of cuts would likely force libraries to end weekend service entirely. Additionally, it would mean further cuts to programming and the indefinite delay of reopening libraries that have been closed for renovation, which would leave entire neighborhoods without a library.
There is a preliminary budget hearing on May 21, and until then libraries are asking people to sign a letter here to urge the mayor’s office and city council to reverse the cuts.
I know things are terrible in a lot of ways right now and people probably feel overwhelmed and burnt out, but signing this letter (or reblogging this post) is a small, quick, concrete way to make a difference.
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Oooooh to have been that naive again. Welcome! You won’t find a better fandom to scream into the void with and wait than this one!
YOOOOO WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT???? I DID NOT JUST BINGE GOOD OMENS ALL IN TWO DAYS FOR THAT TO BE THE GODDAMN ENDING
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hi neil! big fan! first time i've mustered the courage to ask you a question, haha.
it's good omens related: i've heard a lot of people (and been infuriated by them) over the past nine months saying that you only did the kiss because of the fan pressure. i want to know whether this is true or if you still would've done the kiss had the fandom not been begging you.
tysm for reading this! can't wait for season 3!
No, I came up with the kiss in December 2019 because John Finnemore and I had spent a day talking about the general plot of Season 2, when, late in the afternoon, sitting by the Regents Canal, John asked how it was actually going to finish, because, he told me, he is the kind of writer who needs to know how something is going to end before ever he starts. (I'm the kind of writer who normally finds out how things end when I get there.)
And when he asked, I thought for a bit about where I wanted to be at the start of Season 3, and then I described the last ten minutes of Episode 6 to John, including the kiss.
Given that we wouldn't tell anyone that we were doing more Good Omens for another 18 months, the daily asks saying "THEY HAVE TO KISS IN THE NEXT SEASON OTHERWISE YOU ARE QUEERBAITING US" had not started to come in yet, and by the time they did, the kiss, along with the rest of the scripts, had long since been written.
(And at no time has any fan ever pressured me to write a kiss at the end of Episode 6 that would break their heart.)
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Scotland forever. Ireland and Wales too for that matter. Independence from colonization for everyone.
SCOTLAND FOREVERRR 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🪺
This is a Good Omens 2 Easter egg I've yet to see anyone else point out.
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When Aziraphale is in Edinburgh investigating the record mystery, he borrows a cell phone from a Scottish man to call Crowley.
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The busted old phone has a Union Jack wallpaper.
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Once Crowley hangs up, Aziraphale miraculously repairs the phone to say thank you, as well as putting blessings upon Twitter and Grindr.
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The blessed phone also now has a Scottish flag wallpaper! 😇
I interpret this as a pretty clear statement from Neil Gaiman supporting Scottish independence.
Made a video about this for TikTok too.
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So many people do not understand the relationship between climate change and cold weather.
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Brazil's Rio Grande do Sul is currently flooded
I don't make these kinds of posts, but Rio Grande do Sul (a brazilian estate) is going through its worst natural catastrophe in recorded history and I need everyone to know about this. Its currently looking like this:
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What is going on
Most of Brazil suffers from yearly floods during the rain season. These floods most of the time aren't bad, with water going away a few hours later. Sometimes they are a nightmare, with people losing their homes and most if not all belongings. But this?
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This is not fucking normal.
Currently (May 6th, 2024) there's +80 confirmed deaths and 873 thousand people are being affected by these historical floods. Eight hundred and seventy three THOUSAND people. Once again: THIS. IS. NOT. NORMAL.
Rio Grande has 496 cities, and currently, 364 are reporting problems related to this. It's almost the entirety of Rio Grande - and you know how big Rio Grande is? If you're from the USA, its just a bit bigger than Colorado, and just a bit smaller than Nevada. If you are European, Rio Grande is bigger than the United Kingdom. Can you imagine if almost the entirety of the UK was underwater? Because I sure fucking can just by watching brazilian news!
Rio Grande expects floods. It rains a lot in Brazil. What no one expect is having to deal with 2,30 meters - 7'7 feet for reference - ABOVE the expected flooding level, which is 3 meters (9'10 feet). This means that there were 5,26 meters (17'3 ft) of water. Chart for comparison:
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I live in São Paulo, which is completely unaffected by what is going on over there, but I need people to be aware of this. Why?
How YOU can help
A single US dollar is almost five reais. One euro is around 5,50. This may not be much to a lot of people reading this, but literally anything helps. If you donate U$10, it's R$50 for us. If it's euros, then it's R$55,00.
If you can't donate, please just reblog this post.
INTERNATIONAL DONATIONS INFO
If you use euros, here's the donation info:
Standard Chartered Bank Frankfurt Bank
Swift: SCBLDEFX
Bank Account: 007358304
If you use dollars, here's the donation info:
Standard Chartered Bank New York Bank
Swift: SCBLUS33
Bank Account: 3544032986001
You need to inform this in order to donate:
IBAN Code: BR5392702067001000645423206C1
Name: Associação dos Bancos no Estado do Rio Grande do Sul
CNPJ: 92.958.800/0001-38
NATIONAL DONATIONS INFO
If you're brazilian, oi, aqui tá o Pix do canal SOS Rio Grande do Sul para você ajudar:
Pix: CNPJ: 92.958.800/0001-38 Banco do Estado do Rio Grande do Sul ou Associação dos Bancos no Estado do Rio Grande do Sul
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Champagne - Mademoiselle Fell
- Do you remember that night, in Paris...?
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Fan fiction is the thing that has helped me process so much of my trauma. Religious trauma, DV, relationship trauma…you name it. Fan fiction finally helped me understand my sexuality, realize just how much the kink exploration I had done was littered with red flags and how to be safe in the future and has helped me love myself better. So I will read and write about these two middle-aged man shaped beings as much as I like, for as long as I like and I will cherish every moment of it.
To @voluptatiscausa and @adverbian @malachitegrey @chernozemm and @gleafer
You have all mad me laugh, cry, gasp, giggle, groan and filled my cup to overflowing even on the hard days. Thank you for being you and for sharing that with all of us.
Fanfiction is not "Eww... fanfiction".
Fanfiction is comfort after a long day. Fanfiction is hope when things aren't going so well. Fanfiction is exploring your emotions and sexuality in a safe place. Fanfiction is reaching out into a universe to discover things you never knew before. Fanfiction is discovering things about yourself that you were unsure of. Fanfiction is going on adventures. Fanfiction is walking when maybe you cannot. Fanfiction is standing up for yourself when it's hard to do in real life. Fanfiction is having the family you never had, the friends you always wanted, the love and affection you deserve. Fanfiction is letting out your frustrations and anger in a safe place. Fanfiction helps people. Readers and Writers alike.
Fanfiction is not "lesser writing".
Fanfiction is 100k stories about two dudes in a shiny black car. Fanfiction is 47 chapter epic tales about dragons and magic. Fanfiction is short stories that evoke such emotions that leave you crying for hours. Fanfiction is incredible prose that lingers in your mind for years to come.
Fanfiction is not shameful. It is not worthless. It is not just some silly thing kids do.
Fanfiction is beautiful art and no one can take that away from you. If they try, just write them into your next story and beat the hell out of them.
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@blairamok s Ineffable May prompt today was “records”. Have some lovely fluff!
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@blairamok ‘s Ineffable May prompt for today was “coffee”
Nina is standing just outside the front door of her café, the warmth of a ceramic mug cradled by hands that are skilled and worn and need the heat to loosen up first thing in the morning. This is the time of day that Nina both loathes and covets. What she refers to with a smirk as, “the taint of dawn”. The witching hour passed a few hours ago, the birds are still abed (they have some sense at least), and the moon is fighting valiantly to pull the sun to wakefulness and with it the world. It is peaceful and still, and– when it isn’t raining– it’s beautiful. It is also way too damned early for this.
Across the street, an automobile that she hasn’t seen in months has pulled up in front of the bookshop. Not a car, no. The only way to refer to that gleaming, black piece of art is, automobile. The lights in the bookshop never go out. But the doors never open. Not anymore, not since the last time that bit-of-a-bygone-era on wheels graced the curb, and the sex-on-legs that is getting out of it drove it away. The shining antique is all luscious, sweeping curves, the man who leans over the top of it, statue-still, is not. He is an incongruous amalgamation of hard lines and acute angles. A whipcord lean fixture in black, gracing the silent morning air.
Nina watches, barely daring to breathe, wondering if this is the day. The day that the odd, heavy feeling that has pervaded Whickber Street for the last several months finally breaks, bringing the storm she knows it heralds. There is a flicker of movement across the street. Nina unconsciously eases her body away from the door frame that she has been frozen against since she first heard the deep growl of an engine. The flicker across the street builds to a violent tremor, and she tilts her head and watches as the long streak of nothing, his hair as red as the breaking dawn, slowly collapses to the pavement.
Nina breathes out a shaking exhale and watches him a moment longer. She turns quietly and notes the bloodied sky, the unusual lack of birdsong, and sets her jaw before heading back inside.
A few moments later she is crouched on the street next to him. A second, steaming mug in hand.
“Six shots of espresso. In a big cup. Nothing else.”
He tilts his head up, looking at her through a curtain of familiar but sadly unkempt crimson hair, expressive brows furrowed in confusion.
“Red sky at night, sailor’s delight. Red sky in the morning, sailors take warning.”
One eyebrow shoots up to his hairline, and his lip begins to curl in a sneer.
“What. In the absolute, horseshite, nonsense…”
Nina bodily shoves the mug into his surprised hands and notes with no small amount of sympathy the way his entire body seems to curl around the warmth it radiates.
“I know what the sign on the shop says. But the ‘death’ bit of ‘Give Me Coffee or Give Me Death’ is metaphorical. ‘Cause we all feel like roadkill before our first cuppa. I’m not sure exactly what happened with you two. But I know what it feels and looks like before a right howler blows in. So I’m bringing you coffee. Coffee is the only option today.”
A second eyebrow has been joining the first in northward migration since Nina started her little monologue. For a few heartbeats, the world seems to hold its breath as they stare at each other.
“Right then. Coffee human. Nina. Cheers.”
He holds his mug up and Nina decisively clinks the edge of her own to it.
“Cheers.”
They both upend their bitter beverages with a grimace, and she stands, holding out a hand.
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