auf Schusters Rappen reisen
literally: to travel on the cobbler’s black horse
to hike,
to travel by foot, to take the number 11 bus, to go by Shank’s mare
auf Schusters Rappen reisen
literally: to travel on the cobbler’s black horse
to hike,
to travel by foot, to take the number 11 bus, to go by Shank’s mare
zetabrarian
prokopetz
Fact: if you start planning an epic fantasy story, then get sidetracked by a coffee shop AU, and the second one actually ends up getting written first, you don’t have a coffee shop AU of an epic fantasy story: you have an epic fantasy AU of a coffee shop story.
While we typically think of sea cucumbers sitting on the seafloor, some species have adapted to ditch the sedentary lifestyle for brief stints, flopping their way through the water column if they find themselves in a bit of a pickle. Dining on a delicious diet of dead and decaying matter, sea cucumbers are powerhouses of ocean nutrient recycling. Like us, they have mouths and they have butts—but, unlike us, they don’t breathe through their mouths… Anyway, enjoy this awesome new video of sea cucumbers swimming from our colleagues at MBARI!
I was taking with my friend about good omens and we were wondering how the hell aziraphale-as-crowley managed to get into that bath without getting his socks wet and so I drew this ‘helpful’ guide.

I like to imagine that all the demons had to just awkwardly stand around watching him clamber around getting into this bathtub… @neil-gaiman can you confirm?
This is even better than the people trying to get Good Omens cancelled on Netflix. I might confirm it when I stop laughing.
I have been thinking about this scene a lot and while I appreciate the OP’s version as well as the very fine illustration, I can’t help but slightly disagree. I have always seen Crowley stand at the foot edge of the tub, raise his arms dramatically, falling backward in slow motion with an evil grin on his face, making a massive splash like the dramatic bitch that he is. It took a minor miracle to not get his socks wet, but it was worth it. Now I need an illustration of the entry I described for comparison…. for science of course.
Aziraphale: “I need to pass myself off as Crowley. Time to act as dramatic as possible.”
question if heaven and hell hadn’t come for them like…how long would they have hung out in each other’s bodies
is it just them five years down the line doing whatever? has crowley figured out how to make aziraphale’s hips sashay like that? does aziraphale have a newfound appreciation for how difficult crowley’s eyes are, for how important it is that crowley would take his glasses off for aziraphale? do they very slowly begin to understand that they are beautiful to each other? crowley fussing over his hair when aziraphale hints he might just cut it all off - no you can’t, i did that in rome remember, it was horrible - yes but it’s my hair now - oh so you agree it was horrible! - and aziraphale dying of embarrassment when crowley buys a leather jacket - oh my god i look ridiculous take that off me this instant - no it’s stylish! leather is stylish! - what did you do with my usual jacket? i had that for a hundred and eighty years - they have to move in together because it’s too difficult to keep up appearances otherwise and crowley moves his plants into the bookshop and insists they keep the shades up so there’s enough light and he moves his bed into aziraphale’s flat and there isn’t room for two so they have to share which is fine at first because aziraphale doesn’t really sleep but crowley’s body is used to sleeping so they end up sharing and aziraphale just watches his face in the dark sometimes, wondering at how crowley can make it look so different, at how crowley can make it look so peaceful, if it would look that way if aziraphale were in it now, with crowley here. finally ten years in aziraphale finally snaps and says all right!! i’m not kissing my own damn face, swap back so i can finally touch you!! and crowley stares at him a moment and then launches himself across the room and they’re swapped before he even reaches aziraphale, and then he takes one good look at that face back where it belongs with aziraphale’s light shining out of the eyes and he finally knows how it feels to touch aziraphale with his own hands and aziraphale kisses him in his own skin, in his own self, and he knows that mouth and those hands and that frame but now he knows them with his mouth and his hands and his fame, he can measure the weight and the strength of that beating heart against his own and feel the identical, aching beat, pressed together, and oh, this. this is what it is to find home.
zetabrarian
systlin
I just realized, thanks to my 19 year old co worker saying “Oh shit you were playing WoW when Leeroy Jenkins happened?” that I am 45456486146441 years old in Computer Nerd.
AT LEAST I HAVE CHICKEN DAMMIT
TIMES UP, LETS DO THIS
I’m old enough to remember that it’s not about misogyny, rather it’s about ethics on videogame journalism
So you’re like 8?
That was like, 2 years ago kid.
I remember DIAL UP and WEBRINGS and VHS tapes.
My Baby’s First Fandom experience was had via webrings. They were pretty neat, actually.
My first ever Internet experience was looking up the website for President Clinton’s cat, iirc.