You’ve probably seen this newspaper-style ad for Good Omens around! The Nice and Accurate News!

It features a series of headlines that tie in with the story from the book:

ANGELS AND DEMONS WALK THE EARTH!

Top Psychic Tells You How to Spot Them!

"I SURVIVED RAIN OF FISH!" -Trout tells of miracle getaway.

And just about everything else you can read.

Also a witty conundrum about its authors:

WORLD'S FUNNIEST BOOK WRITTEN BY TWO PEOPLE WITH ONE HEAD EACH!

Top scientists have declared themselves baffled by the astounding case of these two one-headed men. Not only do they not have any limbs or vital organs in common, but they have been separated since birth-which for Terry Pratchett occurred an amazing 12 years before the birth of Neil Gaiman! Even more astonish-ingly, they have written a book together.

"The Apocalypse has never been funnier," says Clive Barker, director, author, and famed celebrity of the Gaiman and Pratchett collaboration GOOD OMENS. "Their partnership has produced a riotous romp through Revelations, brimming with blissful daftness and wry one-liners." Incredibly, while they have between them two heads, four arms, four legs, and two torsos, these medical marvels don't look anything alike! (Full story and pictures inside.)

Someone who was selling their copy said this:

“I have never seen another of these, nor can I find any information on this very, very cool addition to the book. The book itself was given to me as a gift many year[s] ago and the paper was folded inside it. The paper is in perfect shape.As I said, this was given to me many years ago and I hate to part with it”.

This ad was apparently included during the first U.S. printing of Good Omens back in 1990 (by Workman Publishing Co.) as a promotional item!

I would love to know more about it. Perhaps someone here has more of these that they’d like to share!

recently i reread a bunch of my favorite sherlock holmes stories (norw my beloved) and felt compelled to create my own diagram for 221B

Honestly would absolutely love it if the Percy Jackson show incorporated some of the songs from the Percy Jackson Musical into their instrumentals. Imagine how awesome that'd be.

So I just spent the last ten minutes all-capsing at my mom over text about Kalluzeb, and she said this:

the holy grail of canon kalluzeb content, is adorable, so she gets it

looks like Frosty Fest has finally been announced 🎉

poor big man just wants to spend time alone so he can finally stretch his fins and read his books (tech manuals) in peace after spending all his time in the studio, family commitments and even being leader of his clan #GIVEBIGMANABREAK2K24 😭

frye's finally happy to hang out with her family again after barely being able to see them all year (siblings, cousins, aunts/uncles, and grandparents) more or less saying the more family the merrier, big man disagrees and that he prefers to spend his time "de forma dis-tinta" (a little pun in there with tinta meaning ink, distinta/o meaning different/separate)

and shiver 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

SHE WANTED TO SPEND TIME WITH THEM, EVEN HAD COUPONS TO SURPRISE THE OTHER TWO WITH SO THE THREE OF THEM COULD GO KARAOKE, BOWLING AND EAT AT A BUFFET, THIS GAME MAKING ME CRY AND THROW UP

NAHHHHH DON'T CHANGE THE SUBJECT 🔫

tbh idk what imma pick this frosty fest, might just do the ol wait and see what other friends pick lol

welcome back to Drawing Cool People I Saw on Public Transport

Just two dudes casually fisting each other

Sometimes I just feel so grateful to be where I am

Your best bet against a Stellaron Hunter is another one.

i wanna make a post about all of the wild theories i’ve seen surrounding why the number 56 keeps popping up around luffy and how imo it might just be that oda likes that number & associates it with luffy and how it might not be That Deep but i don’t wanna come across as mean or snarky so im making this post instead!!!

limping, sobbing, and rolling

Hello Tumblr again after a while, this will be my first post of 2024 and it’s gonna be buff Revik!! 😩

To be real, somehow on the first day of January AKA of 2024 overall I got sick for a week- And the only time I got better to go do stuff again without feeling like I was gonna collapse was when school started again for me, currently got so many things due this month, kind of an L in my case ngl 💀

Anyways though, just wanted to make a post because I’ve been not checking many/or any at all notifications from Tumblr out of stress and being overwhelmed!! 😍

And I’m realizing now that I’ve been getting @‘d at for things that I could have been reblogging- I SWEAR, it’s not because I’m trying to ignore, please I just get overwhelmed from the internet and I’m that kind of person who overchecks their things, so I just solved my issue by making sure I don’t get too addicted to using Tumblr-

Tomorrow or later today, I’m gonna try to respond to some of the things I’ve been pinged for and I also got a lot of drawings nearly done so I’ll be posting some eventually (Also the pings ngl where mainly just from @whereismyhat5678, and I’m so sorry bro for not interacting on your blog for a while man! Please know I haven’t forgotten you dude 😭)

Your psychotoxic head-trip gets under my skin You poison every well and world in which you deign to live I will survive you, will survive you, will despise, revile you I will survive you 'til the day you drown alone. So sad, I'd cry for you but die for you I won't I will survive your petty cruelties and your tired tropes I will survive you, will survive you, will despise, revile you I will survive you 'til the day you drown alone. I will survive you, will survive you, feel my spite inside you I will survive you 'til the day you die alone.

Marjolein in The Caves from The Posthuman War Act 4: Red River by Paul Shapera

Zag zag zag....

getting a little bit obsessed with my "cottagecore throuple" here, because the more I think about it, the more disgustingly perfect and idyllic the whole thing is to me.

like... post-game, I like to imagine Shadowheart absolutely thriving. She's a city girl with a deep love for animals, and spotty- to nil memories, most of which are of the worst things to have ever happened in a dank torture-basement: of course a sweet, picturesque forest cottage (so far I like to think that Petyr would call it "The Hovel", even though it's by all means a cozy, nice hunter's lodge) would have her downright giddy, and she deserves every ounce of that happiness ever.

As I imagine it, when not enthusiastically learning all there is to learn about the quasi-self-sustaining life (that she had dropped herself into by shacking up with a literal forest ranger), she spends as much time outside as possible: walks barefoot in the tall grass, stops to smell every flower (and even plants quite a few, just by the vegetables), and lays in the soft underbrush for hours at a time- enjoying the sunlight caressing her face, enjoying a nice novel (and/or a cuddle with Scratch, the cub, or her boyfriend once he sits down for a moment), or just gazing up at the moon and stars in silent worship. She makes friends with every animal that crosses her path, too: SO many potions of animal speaking are consumed, it's absurd. (She's best friends with the chickens. Petyr has to start farming acorn truffles in the basement for her, and that even proves actually very lucrative- in town, that shit sells for like 10-20 gold a pop.)

She'd of course bring home everything that'll let her. Little wildflower bouquets and stuff at first, but also every critter: from juvenile racoons just weaned from their mothers (they look almost like kittens! how cute!), to elderly foxes that just want to curl up in front of the fire and warm their bones somewhere safe for a moment. She's having the time of her goddamn life, she's learning a shitton of life skills she was never taught (finally learning things not meant to make her better at hurting people!), and generally enjoying a life that, while still plagued by remnants of the past (night terrors, perpetrator trauma, loss, grief, pains both suffered and inflicted, all that great stuff), has her feeling actually content with her lot in it.

And with all this, Petyr is... very business as usual, or at least he's trying to pretend that he is. Having someone in what was his space for like 20 years is strange initially, but if there's one thing he's used to, it's adapting. Making things work. (Plus, he's like, happy, or whatever. In love. You know, that sort of rot.)

Then again, he's also used to only having to feed himself with the very little he has, not another (especially another who is inexperienced at this type of thing, and a second another who just... drops by sometimes, always unannounced and unexpected, but never unwelcome), which deep down does have him a bit (a lot) more antsy about not just being the self-appointed guardian of her happiness, but also just... their general survival.

He's keenly aware that winters in the wild are never especially easy, not when you're so far removed from the safety of a community- especially not the way he's used to being alone, without even magic to keep you warm and safe. Usually, he spends most of the year primarily occupied by preparing for winter, and even like that, there have been lean years: years when he got snowed in for tendays, when he did something stupid and all the careful prep went down the shitter, years he had to go hungry and learn to make do with next to nothing.

So he compensates for- (and distracts himself from-) that anxiety by making extra sure that the pantry is stocked to bursting with all the goods there can be, and they often head out into the woods to hunt and forage together- although he's not a great (or even a good) teacher, Shadowheart (usually Shadow, often Heart, lately Jen or Jenny in affection) does make what he used to do out of sheer need, into something also done for fun.

Hunting and foraging are fun now, and soon, the cabinets are overflowing with jars and jars of dry mushrooms, so much homemade deer jerky, jams and jellies and pickles galore... there's mead fermenting, and homemade soap curing before it can be used, firewood stacked to the height of a person... herb bundles, garlic braids, grain corn, and drying peppers are strung up on the rafters like fragrant fairy lights.

Meanwhile, I imagine that Halsin comes and goes as he pleases- not entirely unlike a beloved stray cat. He just shows up one evening as if he had left not tendays, but only a few hours ago, kicks the duff or mud or snow off his boots, and leans his staff into its habitual nook by the door. He sets whatever it is that he brought this time in its appropriate place (be it otherwise unobtainable goods from town, or just a little gift, a treat to enjoy together), and he sinks into the worn-out armchair by the fireplace that was declared his the first time he stayed.

One of the others almost always then strolls by to settle wordlessly on his lap (if not both of them- that poor chair can barely take the combined weight), and just relax as his big, warm fingers slowly work through the knots and ties keeping their hair out of their faces, and, voice rumbling deep in his chest, he tells them all that has happened in Reithwin the past while.

The many smells of dinner and the comforting scent of pipe tobacco mingle with the fragrant herbs and the crackling fire then, and creates something that can only be described as the scent of home.

.............. and then all three just fuck absolute NASTY every day, in every configuration, and on every surface available for the next, oh, month or so.

every so often I think about that post that's like. "What percentage are you operating at today" and my brain is always startlingly quick to offer a number. today it was 2%. I think I need to nap for four days straight

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"So, uhhh... I was going to go with Poison Touch what with the... uh, the kind of things you do? Seemed fitting considering the tools of your trade and all, but then I thought about it some more and decided... Effect Spore." Khare said, hands gesturing excitedly as she spoke with River about the game. Poison Point did linger on her mind briefly but wasn't it basically the same ability under a different name? Not to mention that River utilized her skills in a very different way from actually being venomous to the touch... Mind, it did feel weird to talk about spores considering Gotham's most infamous botanist but plants were capable of doing so, so much more just poisoning people, weren't they? Not that Khare was in a hurry to find out. poking her nose into River's business seemed like a really bad idea but plants were cool, and so was the other woman. River was graceful and tough, built like a brick shithouse too in a way that screamed FUCK OFF to imagine she could do more than fuck up people's day with a simple touch.