I have just spent the last 3-4 hours scouring the internet for the 5 deleted scenes that were spread between limited edition copies of the Good Omens script book so I could print them and put them into my signed, 1st edition, copy of the script book.
Through much trial and piecing together pictures of the pages from Google Images, I managed to find and type up all of the scenes. I figured that since I couldn’t find a place with all the deleted scenes in one I may as well share what I wasted 4 hours of my life on for others who care to read the deleted scenes in one place. The only scene I didn’t type up was the 4 Horsemen scene since it’s included in every book. Considering Gaiman himself had assumed that all copies of the book would have all the scenes I don’t feel too bad doing this.
You can read the scenes here:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1diJukGVVYlWJSnJ_Mq5dKjtC2DjHNU5ND8n3gR3-BRQ/edit?usp=sharing
If the link doesn’t work, please let me know.
Also, if you find any typos that I missed that doesn’t seem like a Gaiman-esque purposeful typo let me know.
Charlotte Eriksson
one of my mutuals was looking for a way to listen to all the episodes of the good omens BBC radio show and i still have mp3s of the show from when it first came out, sooo i figured a lot of people may want to listen to it now that we have all become good omens blogs lmao.
below are links to mp3s of all 6 episodes hosted on google drive. let me know if something’s wrong with any of them!
Episode 1
Episode 2
Episode 3
Episode 4
Episode 5
Episode 6
Including book quotes, poetry, song lyrics and everything in between, these are some of the words that make my soul wish someone cared about me so much they would write this.
“Because you are the only person I can talk with about the shade of a cloud, about the song of a thought — and about how, when I went out to work today and looked a tall sunflower in the face, it smiled at me with all of its seeds.”
– Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Vera
“My mouth hasn’t shut up about you since you kissed it. The idea that you may kiss it again is stuck in my brain, which hasn’t stopped thinking about you since, well, before any kiss. And now the prospect of those kisses seems to wind me like when you slip on the stairs and one of the steps hits you in the middle of the back. The notion of them continuing for what is traditionally terrifying forever excites me to an unfamiliar degree.”
– Alex Turner’s Letter to Alexa Chung
“And I’d give up forever to touch you / ‘Cause I know that you feel me somehow / You’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be / And I don’t want to go home right now.”
– From the song “Iris” by The Goo Goo Dolls
“I’m not a religious person, but I do sometimes think God made you for me.”
– Sally Rooney, Normal People
“It is late now, I am a bit tired; the sky is irritated by stars. And I love you, I love you, I love you – and perhaps this is how the whole enormous world, shining all over, can be created – out of five vowels and three consonants.”
– Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Vera
“I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”
– Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles
“If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.”
– Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
That one video of the two girlfriends proposing each other had VERY strong Aziraphale x Crowley vibes… so… I just had to do it. Also shooketh Gabriel and Belzebub in the background, my pleasure
This night, I say the name of the knife that wounds me still:
your hand almost gentle on the hilt; desire sliding neat
between my ribs, skin bruising soft as the rot-sweet peach.
I am reaching now for the pit of my heart, I am praying to you again.
I surrender my grieving made offering, I hail the winter
giving graceless way to spring—beg forgiveness by that awful
reverence, which I offer both what I love and what I fear.
Ode to Goncharov (1973), Yves Olade
A whole new perspective
Flying Fish, 1910 - oil on canvas. ― Herbert James Draper (English, 1863-1920)
aziraphale + text posts bonus:
—longing for love
what i could never confess without some bravado by emily palermo // nickie zimov // homosexuality by frank o’hara // normal people (2020) // the unabridged journal by sylvia plath // holly warburton
#crowley being stupidly in love