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Colin Morgan as Newt Pulsifer in episode 4 of ‘Good Omens’ (part 2/3)

NEWT: You seem to think this card would explain everything? It doesn’t.

ANATHEMA: Okay. On the left hand side is a prophecy, on the right are comments and annotations.

NEWT: (apologetically) Nnnnope, sorry.

ANATHEMA: Uh, Read the left hand bit.

NEWT: 3819. (exhales through nose) ‘With orients, chariot, and verdant be…’

NEWT + AGNES: ‘A man with bruises be upon your bed.’

AGNES: A man who testeth with a pin.

Yet his heart be clean.

Yet seed of my own undoing.

Take the means of flame from him,

for to make right certain, together you shall be,

until the end that is to come.

ANATHEMA: That’s the prophecy. Now read the notes.

NEWT: Right. Um… ‘Japanese car, upturned. Car smash. Not serious injury? Pin = witchfinder? Refers to Pulsifer. Search for matches, etc.’ (gets up) My light is gone!

ANATHEMA: Sit down, please.

NEWT: (sighs) What does all this mean, then?

ANATHEMA: Have you ever heard of Agnes Nutter? Read up on the witch trials of the early 17th century? She was an ancestor of mine. One of your ancestors burned her alive - or tried to.

NEWT: But things have changed. Witchfinder Sergeant Shadwell stuck more pins in the wall map than he ever has in witches!

ANATHEMA: N-not the point. This is one of Agnes’ prophecies.

NEWT: (disbelieving) She knew I’d crash my car?

ANATHEMA: Yes. …N-no. It-It’s hard to say. Agnes came up with the kind of predictions that you can only understand after the thing has happened.

NEWT: Did I tell you about the Tibetan coming out of the hole in the road?

ANATHEMA: Oh, I know about them. Two of them came out of the front lawn yesterday. The poor things were quite bewildered. One of mine spoke quite good English. It seems that one minute he was repairing radios in Laza, the next he was in a tunnel. He doesn’t know how he’s going to get home.

NEWT: Well, if you’d sent him up the road, he probably could have gotten a lift on a flying saucer.

ANATHEMA: Oh, that alien that looked like a toad?

NEWT: He landed here too.

ANATHEMA: It’s about the only place he didn’t land, according to the radio.

NEWT: You’re going to tell me she predicted all this too, I suppose.

ANATHEMA: It’s in the card index.

NEWT: She did it all on a card index?

ANATHEMA: No. A book, which I’ve, uh, mislaid. Luckily, we made copies and indexed them.


ANATHEMA: Here we are. 3988.

ANATHEMA + AGNES: ’When men of Crocus come from the earth…’

AGNES: ‘And green man from the sky,

Yet ken not why,

And far arise upon iron horses ride -

(whispers) I tell you the end draweth nigh.’

NEWT: Which means…

ANATHEMA: ‘Men of Crocus’ - Crocus is yellow, like the Saffron Road of our Tibetans.

NEWT: ‘Green man from the sky’ - the alien - 

ANATHEMA: (excited) Yes. ‘Pluto’ could be a link to Uranus or Uranium, and there were reports of nuclear power stations losing their cords.

NEWT: She’s saying, that all these things happening mean the end is nigh?


NEWT: Armageddon.


NEWT: And when is that going to be?

ANATHEMA: Uh…what’s the time?

NEWT: (laughs) Very funny.

ANATHEMA: No. Really. We’ve got about - (tuts) - five or six hours.

NEWT: You know where Armageddon’s starting.

ANATHEMA: Yes. That’s why I moved here.

NEWT: Lower Tadfield?

ANATHEMA: Yes. I first got interested because of the weather. Optimal micro-climate, they call it. That means - 

NEWT: A small place with its own personal nice weather! The Times. 5th of August.

ANATHEMA: Tadfield doesn’t just have the kind of weather you can set your calendar by. No one tears down woods and hedges to build new houses here. The motor which-which should have turned most of Lower Tadfield into little more than a happy (?) circus area changes course five miles away, and detours in a great semicircle around it. It’s as if a large part of the 21st century has marked these few square miles out of bounds. Oh, you should see the local kids. They’re unreal! Right out of the old comics. All scabby knees and b-bull’s eyes, and - oh! Oh, I…(whispers) I nearly had it! I could feel the shape of the thought, I’m…I’m gaining on it.


ANATHEMA: Here. Look at prophecy 2315.

NEWT: (exhales) 2315…(sighs)

NEWT + AGNES: ‘In his power,he cometh to Tadfield, Oxen.’

AGNES: A young knight in the thief.

He divideth the world into four parts.

He bringeth the storm.


ANATHEMA: There’s something here. Something that affects the weather and everyday life. The - Do you know what that is?

NEWT: A tripod.

ANATHEMA: On top of it. A theodolite. I use it to map ley lines. Here.



She opens the map.

ANATHEMA: Look, something has happened to the ley lines. They don’t run as intersecting straight lines anymore. The ley lines are shifting. They’re forming a spiral centred on Lower Tadfield. Whatever this thing is, it’s protecting the area against anything that might change it. The prophecies say the Antichrist has to arise first. Agnes says ‘he’, but…I can’t spot him. There isn’t any evil here. (confused) That’s…what I don’t understand, there’s just…love.

NEWT: Sorry?

ANATHEMA: Something, or someone, loves this place. A deep down, huge, fierce love. How can anything bad start here?

NEWT: (Rustling) What’s this place? - Disused air drones, it says. Just here.

ANATHEMA: Disused? Don’t you believe it. The US air force leased it for a transport base, and, before you say it, the answer’s no. The Colonel’s saner than you are by a long way.

NEWT: So…(exhales) if the Antichrist isn’t in charge of the local airbase…who is he?

Last night I thought I kissed the loneliness from out your belly button. I thought I did, but later you sat up, all bones and restless hands, and told me there is a knot in your body that I cannot undo. I never know what to say to these things. “It’s okay.” “Come back to bed.” “Please don’t go away again.” Sometimes you are gone for days at a time and it is all I can do not to call the police, file a missing person’s report, even though you are right there, still sleeping next to me in bed. But your eyes are like an empty house in winter: lights left on to scare away intruders. Except in this case I am the intruder and you are already locked up so tight that no one could possibly jimmy their way in. Last night I thought I gave you a reason not to be so sad when I held your body like a high note and we both trembled from the effort.

Some people, though, are sad against all reason, all sensibility, all love. I know better now. I know what to say to the things you admit to me in the dark, all bones and restless hands. “It’s okay.” “You can stay in bed.” “Please come back to me again.”


Mine from yesterday, Isobel’s from today.

Holy shit, the power I have to teach Isobel blows my mind. I didn’t tell her to do this, she just saw my version and wanted to. If I can prevent/undo as much internalisation as possible that would be incredible.

anonymous asked:

Do you have any tips on being more outspoken/unapologetic in real life? I'm really angry at myself because every time a man says misogynistic crap in front on me I just shut up and don't dare calling him out. I'm actually kinda scared of what his reaction might be (that is: violent, threatening, silencing...). I want to say something but I just shut up and I'm seriously sick of it.

For your safety, you have no obligation to do anything you feel uncomfortable with.  However, it is a good idea to unlearn the inhibition that patriarchy has socialized women with.

You don’t have to be confrontational.  If someone says something “-ist”, you can ask “why do you say that?” or “why is that funny/true to you?” and try to undo them with logic.  This always works for me when a classmate says a racist joke, because they can’t back it up.

It’s kinda weird, but  sometimes in the shower, I rehearse what I would say if someone said something “-ist” (I usually do this before I have a debate in my gov class).  It helps me plan out what I want to say so I’m not going in making things out on a whim.  This could help you, too, as well as looking at radfem blogs’ posts about things to get a feel for a good response.

My voice still shakes when I speak up in class.  I still clam up if someone is casually “-ist”.  It’s something you don’t unlearn overnight, and it takes time.  The important thing is that you realize it and work towards fighting those inhibitions, while, at the same time, prioritizing your safety.

- Lo

i feel like we are gonna see someone fail their pact and see what it truly means to be a “monster of a failure”. will there be any way to undo such a thing? i would be up for seeing that.

anonymous asked:

personhoodfl*com/wp-content/uploads/2014/01/norma-mccorvey-dedicated-undoing-roe-wade*jpg .... What do you say when the mother of abortion recants and changes her mind? There's a reason 90% of abortion supporters are 20 something's and kids.

The “mother of abortion”? Do you think Norma McCorvey invented abortion or something, or that it’s an America-only thing? Abortion has been mentioned in artifacts from as early as 1760 BC, with instructions on how to perform it mentioned in Egyptian, Indian, New Zealand and Greek artifacts to name a few. Now that that’s out of the way.

Why the hell should it matter that Norma McCorvey changed her mind? People change their minds on stuff all the time, that doesn’t mean that what they originally thought was fundamentally wrong. I know that y’all are desperate for “success” stories of prochoicers seeing the light and becoming antichoice like you, but I can’t even count the number of antichoicers I’ve met who’ve changed to prochoice, but we don’t try to make them idols of our movement or shove them in your face going NOW WHAT? McCorvey converted to Roman Catholicism, so it would make sense that she picked up the anti-choice attitudes as well. No possibility that she, like other prominent professional anti-choicers, might have been persuaded by the potential money to be made? I mean, come on, she wrote a whole other book after her conversion and got into Operation Rescue, maybe she got addicted to the limelight that being Roe bought her. She’s not the first ex-prochoice person to make themselves famous by turning antichoice and she won’t be the last. Besides, I notice that people tend to get more religious as they get older, usually something to do with the approaching death thing. She was raised JW anyways, so it’s not a huge shock that she returned to the church, she was already disposed towards it.

Your implication that the majority of prochoicers are young adults and children (??? Are children thinking about such things?) is just pulled out of your ass, I have no clue where you got that idea, so. I know 80-year-old prochoice people, I know 16-year-old prochoicers. People change their minds, and that’s fine. Norma McCorvey is welcome to change her mind as often as she likes, it’s her life. Her personal ideology, however, has less than zero bearing on the prochoice movement as a whole. She was little more than a pawn of the two lawyers who challenged the Texas state law banning abortion with Roe v Wade. They needed a plaintiff and it happened to be her. She has zero relevancy. Never did, really.


    “Hey, uh. Gads? You wanna come in here
                                   and help me out with the lights?”

   A white lie, strung together with good intent; hoping
the younger angel would come in to give him a hand with
taking down some of the higher strands, only to be surprised
by the black, metal crate containing a six week old Husky
pup; a red bow curled around one of the bars & a nibbling
pair of teeth trying to undo it.



Blake grinned at Ryan, glad he had actually liked his present. He had a small bow around his neck, and then another, larger one, covering his crotch. “I’m glad you like it,” he said happily with a nod. “And yeah, of course you can,”


  “Like would be an understatement, love.” Ryan grinned, moving closer to the other male, his lower lip being pulled in between his teeth. “Yay!” He laughed, quickly undoing the bow that was on the man’s crotch. “Mm, just what I wanted, how did you know?”