Today when they went to bed, Crowley noticed that Aziraphale had stuck a galaxy’s worth of glow-in-the-dark stars to their ceiling because he knew how much Crowley had loved making the real thing. Crowley nuzzled into Aziraphale’s side and mumbled his thanks, feeling slightly embarrassed and completely and utterly loved.
“crowley and aziraphale, as inspired by joseph leyendecker’s kuppenheimer advertisement”
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my good omens hyperfixation has returned after like three years, and, oh boy, has it hit me HARD. every waking thought of mine has been of them. i feel so normally about them and this show 🙃
Around six months ago, I stumbled upon this fanfiction. It was a time when I was new to both the fandom and Tumblr, and I felt lost on AO3. This story embraced me from the start, becoming a light during a difficult time in my personal life. It not only entertained me but also taught me. With each chapter, I found myself more immersed, eventually finding the courage to interact with both this lovely author and the GO fandom. I learned not to fear long fics and to embrace WIPs, especially to encourage writers with comments. In the last month alone, I've begun writing myself, started sketching again, and joined a few servers. It has been incredible and I am so much happier.
As this story comes to an end, I'm filled with both joy and a hint of sadness. DFAFM has been a source of comfort over the past six months, something to look forward to as new chapters arrived. I'll always be grateful to PhoenixRose for her incredible words, which inspired me to unlock and open more doors for myself. 🤍 Thank you, thank you for this beautiful story.
The FINAL chapter of Don't Fall Away From Me is up on AO3!! (M)
Artist Credit: @mistysblueboxstuff
Chapter Summary: It ends, as it started, in a garden.
Author's Note: I have too much to say to leave it here, I am halfway across the country right now, travelling to Skokholm Island to spend almost a whole week with puffins and being totally off-grid and offline, so I will just dial it back to say that I am incredibly grateful for every bit of love, appreciation and every comment that has been given to me, they have pulled me through some incredibly dark times and I am beyond grateful for every single one of you. It has been more painful than I expected to finally let go of this story, of my Crowley and Aziraphale and especially my Muriel, but I hope you enjoy the ending to their story (although an ending for us, perhaps a beginning for them...)
Thank you from the bottom of my heart, for everything. I adore you.
My first encounter with Terry Pratchett was The Colour of Magic, as read on BBC Radio 4's Woman's Hour. I was a young journalist and I reached out to his publisher for an interview, and thus became the first journalist to interview Terry Pratchett, in Bertorelli's Italian restaurant, in Gower Street. (We remembered it as a Chinese Restaurant in Goodge Street, demonstrating either the fallibility of memory or our fondness for Chinese food.) We became friends.
I was lucky enough to read Terry's books as he wrote them, to become one of his beta readers, and then to collaborate with him. Terry had a brilliant eye for the places where reality and narrative tradition intersect: he had a science fiction writer's mind, let loose on a fantasy world, and he loved to explain and show how things came to be. The last time we saw each other he told me I had to read a book about feeding Nelson's navy – and I still wonder, had he lived, about the Discworld novel he would have written, about ships, and naval battles and all, and the lessons he would have taught us. Because at his best, Terry was a teacher. The kind who makes you laugh while simultaneously realising that everything you have taken for granted so far is utterly wrong. I miss him.