[devouringyourson]

I love how at the end of Good Omens, after the complete anti-climax of the averted apocalypse Heaven, Hell and the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse basically just sit around like

[anxstiel]

There was an unconnected fax machine with the intelligence of a computer and a computer with the intelligence of a retarded ant. Nevertheless, Crowley upgraded it every few months, because a sleek computer was the sort of thing Crowley felt that the sort of human he tried to be would have. This one was like a Porsche with a screen. The manuals were still in their transparent wrapping.*

*Along with the standard computer warranty agreement which said that if the machine 1) didn’t work, 2) didn’t do what the expensive advertisements said, 3) electrocuted the immediate neighborhood, 4) and in fact failed entirely to be inside the expensive box when you opened it, this was expressly, absolutely, implicitly and in no event the fault or responsibility of the manufacturer, that the purchaser should consider himself lucky to be allowed to give his money to the manufacturer, and that any attempt to treat what had just been paid for as the purchaser’s own property would result in the attentions of serious men with menacing briefcases and very thin watches. Crowley had been extremely impressed with the warranties offered by the computer industry, and had in fact sent a bundle Below to the department that drew up the Immortal Soul agreements, with a yellow memo form attached just saying: “Learn, guys.”

[twink-biwalker]

When aziraphale said “oh, fuck”…. I felt that

[marveliciousfanace]

Death of the author is me loving Neil Gaiman and the way he interacts with his fans, but also disregarding anything he might say at any given time depending on how I want my fanfiction to go.

[devouringyourson]

I wonder if Crowley is still going to escape via the ansaphone in the show I haven’t listened to my messages or used a landline since like 2010

[hedgehogreads]

I don’t see why it matters what is written, not when it’s about people. It can always be rewritten.

Neil Gaiman, Terry Pratchett, Good Omens

[good-omens-fanart]

[deniigi]

cars are hard.

EDIT: apparently I drew that damn steering wheel on the wrong side. Forgive me, I am an American pig.

[good-omens-fanart]

Anathema gets a ride from the bicycle repairmen. 
Scene from the book illustrated… approximately.  Steering wheel is on the American side instead of the British side here.  It’s still good.

ETA: removed reversed image at artist’s request. 

[neaq]

A short New England Aquarium Poem:
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Roses are red,
dogs like to bark.
Hey did you know…
you can come pet a shark!? — view on Instagram http://bit.ly/2IN6Zew

[tardisadventures]

[dwsameoldsameold]

Too cute and cozy for this world <3

[ineffableplan]

[they-handed-me-the-moon]

Because swearing headcanons are apparently a thing I have for Good Omens: 

I fully support any version of Crowley in which he Doesn’t Swear Ever, but I tend to imagine he went through a period of swearing constantly, in the ‘young teen who just discovered swear words’ kind of way. But after the novelty wore off he realized that he just … didn’t like it very much? Both as a demon and as a person he is theoretically in favor of swear words, but the transgressive thrill of swearing is more than a little dampened by the fact that it is encouraged by his workplace and the community he is supposed to identify with. Swearing isn’t him, not in the way that abstaining from swearing is, if only because whereas the former is expected, the latter is a choice. Besides, though he’d never admit it, as much as he can appreciate sharp edges and disruption and all that he has quite enough of it forced on him, and there is something comforting in choosing his words with care, and in the gentle absurdity of ‘heck’ and ‘gosh’ and the other soft replacement swears.

So he still swears, sometimes, usually with the deliberate intent of getting a reaction, but it’s entirely performative. If he is alone or being genuinely sincere—especially around Aziraphale—his exclamations are tame and toothless and frankly rather embarrassing: ‘good grief’ and ‘goodness gracious’ and, on one unfortunately memorable occasion, ‘gosh golly gee.’

Aziraphale, as indicated by canon, is precisely the opposite. His ‘goshes’ and ‘good griefs’ are sincere, but when he swears, he means it with the whole of his heart.