reader you are UNFUCKABLE and need to stop invading every single tag

you can sing it to the tune I love this

jesús maría y josé

Beatles jewelry (c. 1964)

the natural habitat of good omens is sitting quietly on a shelf waiting to be recommended to a weird teenager by the town's gay librarian. it can't survive as a megafandom, it doesn't have the evolutionary adaptations to handle this level of discourse

I was gonna draw something more serious but sometimes u just gotta draw memes

headcanon: there’s a running gag in season 3 where people keep asking Muriel what happened to Mr Fell and after they tell everyone he’s in heaven the people keep offering their condolences, much to Muriel’s confusion.

rip Mr Collins, you would have loved Patreon

Mr. Collins at the end of his Youtube videos: And of course, my most grateful salutations to my highest tier Patron, the honorable Lady Catherine de Bourgh, without which my humble videos would not be possible and my utmost thanks for the many invitations to galas at your luxurious estate this past year...

[This goes on for ten more minutes]

gothic horror rlly is just. aw fuck look at what youve done. the house has inherited your inter-generational trauma and in response has transformed itself into a metaphorical device to track the decay of the family. we're never gonna pay off that mortgage now

It drives me a little spinny when I see people posting “Why Aziraphale doesn’t just keep his books at home if he doesn’t want to sell them” because it seems to me to so clearly be a riff on real life antiquarian bookshops?

I worked in a used and rare book shop for five years, and have frequented them since I was young, and Aziraphale is like, a type of guy who just exists. An older fellow who refuses to keep his books in any sort of order, neglects to write prices in, opens at wildly varying hours, and by all accounts does not seem to want to be in business at all. The answer I found, by the end, was because many of them were doing it as a sort of retirement hobby. They made enough money to keep the lights on and to buy new rare books to look at.

I swear to you: nobody in the book business would bat an eye at Aziraphale. Especially if his shop had been there for generations. They would assume that the occasional loose encyclopedia plate sale would be enough to make rent, or that Mr. Fell had business and land holdings elsewhere.

And I assume that though he doesn’t want to sell them, he would LOVE a curious browser. Antiquarian vendors often adore it when you ask how to find a rare book, because the thrill of the hunt is often better than actually owning the volume. Anyone can have a private library, but owning a quaint little bookshop is a saucy way to brag and chat with other book lovers, and you can’t put that on your shelf at home.

Fermenting in a butch honoring way

I MEANT FEMME NOT FERMENTING