I feel so defeated here and it's so silly. Because everyone in my small corner of the fandom is so lovely and I'm so grateful people like my crochet sillies. It's just... I'm really only a storymaker at heart and, in this fandom? I don't stand a chance. Comparison is the thief of joy, I suppose.

For Terry. 🖤🤍 @terryandrob.bsky.social @racheltalalay.com #GoodOmens #go3spoilers

Every now and again I think about getting a handheld game console type thing in hopes it might keep me from holding my phone in my hand all stupid day and compulsively buying shit. Escape reality a little. I dunno.

Existential dread plus common or garden depression divided by ever-present low grade anxiety equals can't face doing anything, can't stand doing nothing, don't want to be here, petrified of not being here. Someone please coax me out of my bed.

Just to say, in case anyone's feeling anxious today: April Fool's pranks traditionally end at midday and any official sort of accounts should hopefully know this. 💛

I've got to the point where I'm dreading going to bed every night because stupid, visceral, gut punch panic attacks about dying are waiting there for me and I don't know what to do, just please just stop.

Oh! Also, everyone please look what Rich wrote in my silly little prophecy-turned-autograph book. 😂💛

Tiny Mr. Arnold has been rehomed, much to my surprise and delight, by this random fella who took a shine to him... 🤔🤭 Thank you @richkeeble.bsky.social you're a legend! 💛

At my local exhibition centre and so fucking lost, but I can find my way round London just fine?! Okay, Jem. Don't panic.

Just got off my train at the NEC, which smelled a lot like burning, so glad about that. 😅 @tricksyspirit.bsky.social

A little dude. 🥲💛

Hoping I don't regret taking these boots for an outing. 🖤

I really need to finish Mr. Arnold, but work hath left me too exhausted to do anything except lie down.

Everybody, do yourselves a favour and read the alt text on this image. The chortling I just did is entirely unreasonable at this time in the morning. 🥲🖤

Okay, pals, I'm off to work now, so there'll definitely be something to clown about between now and 10pm, guaranteed. Honk honk. 🤡

I'm still not happy with the tinies' shoes and it's bugging me something rotten. 🙄

They just snoodle up whenever they see a bandstand now. It's tradition. 💛

THE southern pansy. 💛

🤍 Come on, Hamlet. Buck up.

🤍 Are you admiring Hamlet's boobies, dear? 🖤 Are you not??

🤍 Alas, poor Yorick! I knew hi— 🖤 You did not.

There was a picture on his screen of a statue of Shakespeare; & of Crowley himself, who was standing beside it with his arm flung round the shoulders of the bard. He was grinning as though all the world were a merrisome lark, sleeveless & sunglassed in a glorious summer. ~What Fools Trees Mortals Be

Guess who? 🎶 #WhickberStreetCrochetClub

Just lying here wondering if anyone tried to pick this up yet. Or whether it's brought any passing Good Omens fans joy. Or whether a pigeon pecked it loose within five seconds of me leaving.

We're making birthday mischief. 🥲🖤

So, apparently tiny Crowley just looks like a catalogue model now and we're all going to have to survive it. 😩💕

Kiss curl. 🖤 #GoodOmens3

She has a REALLY good wedgie. 🩲

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That's his point. 🐬

Lovely to meet a few fellow Good Omensers... Omenites? Omenati? Whatever. Point is. Good to meet them tonight at Our Town. And sorry I was weird when it came to goodbyes. Might have had a teensy panic attack that knocked me a bit on my arse. Thank you to excellent friends for seeing me through it. 💛

We're in our actual booked seat! Isn't this a sign of the apocalypse?

Can anyone who's been to see Our Town/knows the area please let me know if I'm right in thinking you can just tap in and out using contactless to get from Waterloo to Kingston? The internet told me so, but I'm an anxious bean.

"Bloody hell, angel! Look!"

I keep trying to remember all the big, brave days I spent last year, hanging out with countless strangers who felt more like friends within hours than most people have in all my life. How welcome and (I can't even type it without sneering) how liked they made me feel...

Buying beautiful Good Omens art and DIYing it the prettiest South Downs garden era frame to match as a form of therapy? Seems legit to me. @tanpopomugishu.bsky.social 🌻🌷🪻

They're so beautiful. 😭💕 Thank you (for probably the dozenth time by this point in proceedings) @ineffablesilver.bsky.social I adore them and shall treasure their impossibly swoony little selves for always.

I don't want to anymore.

Well, my three days off work are almost over. Did I finish sorting my bedroom like I told myself I would? Nope. Downstairs desk area? Didn't even look at it. Write lots of words just for the fun of it? Ha! You're hilarious, Jem. Actually feel like I rested? Somehow also no. 😑

Did me being off work really jinx #WahooWednesday? 😭

See what happens when I book a Wednesday off work? 😂

🤍: Why are you upside down, my dear? 🖤: ¿ʇoʍ

Even the Finch app knows it's #WahooWednesday 🥲

🗝️🪽...

I have three whole days off work and I'm too burned out to enjoy it. I just want to hide somewhere dark and small and cry for 72 hours.