Experiencing The Ultimate Evening Of Jazz, My Favourite Book And A Glass Of Wine

Without knowing why, that was exactly my first thought too. It just feels like it could be (for some weird reason)

Hi, I hope you're doing well! I was just wondering if the ghost is someone that appeared in TID/TLH, however minor it was.

You will have heard their name before, somewhere.

Hello!

I often see people who want to listen to the Radio adaptation of Good Omens, but can’t seem to find it or can’t afford to buy it, so I decided to share - you can listen to the adaptation in the following links.

This is the full version of the radio play, without the cuts from the aired BBC version, so, have fun!

Part 01

Part 02

Part 03

Part 04

Good Omens - Season 2 - Episode 6 Comic Edit

latest book mail said:

“I’m not addicted to reading. I can quit as soon as I finish the next chapter. “

Things Neil Gaiman said about our ineffable husbands that make my heart skip a few beats:

- this is a love story

- they like holding hands

- they held hands in season 1 (he let us figure out that it was on the bus)

- it’s implied that Aziraphale stayed at Crowley’s apartment the night after the No-pocalypse

- this is a love story

- roughly 4 years passed between s1 and 2

- they will have a cottage in the South Downs at some point

- shoemaker-cum-obstetrician

- he called Michael and David ‘my boys’

guide for texting people you want to befriend by a person who is terrible at texting but is living a success story right now and wants to share

1. find any possible intro message, could be something you’ve talked about or something on social media or a question based on something you know about them

2. ask follow up questions to your intro message

3. keep asking follow up questions (maybe throw in some personal details)

4. write a message with ZERO questions but something that invites questions from the other part. this forces the convo to become more two-sided because you’re no longer the one extending the conversation

5. keep doing this. once you have a bit of a habit of texting you can change topics more freely or even casually make plans

remember, be brave!

Cassie suddenly reblogging so many posts about Matthew Fairchild (especially on instagram) makes me DEEPLY worried

Is he going to die? I love him so much

…please don’t die

i might be in an early stages talking stage and i already know i will be sick of this soon

I love this!!

EMMA TO DIARY

Dear Bruce,

Sorry it’s been a long time since I’ve written in you. Everything’s been kind of crazy since Ty sent the Ghost Sensor. Which was incredibly helpful and nice of him, and we decided that even if it didn’t work we’d still tell him it did, but that didn’t turn out to matter. It definitely works. The minute we unpacked it, it started to make weird little crackles and beeps. It didn’t seem to be reacting to anything specific, it was more like it was reacting to the environment of the house, fussing about it like a grumpy baby.

Julian decided to use it kind of like a divining rod, following where the strongest crackles and beeps seemed to be. We spent probably an hour traipsing through the house while the sensor made whistling sounds like an angry teakettle.

Eventually the sensor led us to one of the upstairs hallways. There’s no furniture in it now, and it looks a bit forlorn, with bits of tattered curtains hanging from the windows and an empty frame on the wall. It was also pretty eerie, standing in that room with the sensor going crazy but not being able to see anything. We both looked at each other, thinking,

Is there a ghost in here with us right now?

At that moment, I remembered what I’d read in Tatiana Lightwood’s diary, how she’d hidden the pages of her old diary in the wall. I went over to the wall and tapped on it. Jules picked up on what I was doing right away and started tapping on the wall as well, and we found a spot that echoed hollowly. We both stared at it for a minute, before Julian said, “Hang on.” He went downstairs and returned with a sledgehammer. He started to swing at the wall but I stopped him. “I really think you should take your jacket off while you do this. And maybe your shirt, too.”

Obligingly, he stripped down to his undershirt. That’s my guy. I may have taken a picture.

Plaster started flying everywhere. Pretty soon Julian had smashed through the wall, revealing a dark hollow space behind it.

Julian backed off while I reached inside. I cannot tell you how many spiderwebs I touched, Bruce. It was disgusting. Finally I pulled out a bunch of old clumped together pages. I can’t help but think they are Tatiana’s old diary pages, the ones she talked about destroying, but they were so water damaged that I couldn’t be sure. I was just wondering if I should tell Julian about the diary—for some reason I haven’t mentioned it to him yet—when he reached into the hole and pulled out a hard wooden board that had been engraved with letters and numbers.

“It’s a Ouija board,” he said. “Dru wanted one for Christmas last year.”

I’ve always thought of Ouija boards as being part of human superstition. Like palmistry, not something that Shadowhunters needed to take seriously. But the sensor was going crazy, beeping these dark red pulses that reminded me of Isabelle’s necklace.

“Should we try to use it?” I asked. Julian frowned. “I don’t know. When I was looking into getting one for Dru, I found out that these things can be kind of...dangerous.”

So I’m writing this right now while I’m lying in bed. Julian is already asleep, with plaster in his hair. He looks so cute. Anyway, we decided that we’d try using the ouija board tomorrow. We’re Shadowhunters, we can deal with ghosts, right?

Goodnight, Bruce. I think I’ll read a little of Tatiana’s diary to put me to sleep. Meanwhile, enjoy the eye candy.

an acronym of the phrase “i alone catch up on reading” which was what the account was for until i started posting publicly (very rarely)

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