2023
LOCATE THE WHIMSY
IF NONE, CREATE THE WHIMSY
MAINTAIN THE WHIMSY
endlessly delicious and also fucking devastating to me that aziraphale and crowley's insatiable all-consuming need to protect each other at all costs is the exact thing that is tearing them apart
like. they are both victims. we know this. THEY know this. but their inability to see each other as anything else is literally the exact reason they are never going to see eye to eye. even when they're fully aware of the fact the other reciprocates their feelings. crowley is protective, so protective, to the point it makes him incredibly small-minded and so quick to anger, literally a hairline trigger for blowing up at aziraphale when he senses he's put himself at any kind of risk, and it makes aziraphale feel small and stupid and only pushes him away further. his immediate response of closing ranks around them both the second he deems them being in danger only makes aziraphale feel suffocated, in the same way that heaven has been breathing down his neck for thousands of years, and it frustrates him to no end, and it's exactly how metatron managed to get his foot in the metaphorical door of aziraphale's desires at the end of this season. and aziraphale is so convinced of crowley's intrinsic goodness, so resentful of his fate on his behalf, that he literally cannot just take crowley for who he is. he's so certain that he can make things better for crowley that he's blind to the reality that all that would make crowley's circumstances better is being loved by aziraphale in the pure and simple way he's convinced is impossible. his saviour complex only makes crowley feel more broken, more undesirable, than he ever would have done had aziraphale just hated him like he was supposed to. the exact ways in which they love each other so desperately is precisely what's pulling them further apart. they just cannot stop trying to save each other. and in doing so they're ensuring that they never will. and ok, this is presumptuous as all hell, but maybe some time spent as enemies, true enemies, will be exactly what they need to finally see each other at face value. not a problem for them to solve, but a person with whom they can weather anything that may come their way, for better, or for worse. and they will face it together, instead of trying to just shoulder it all for the other out of some fucked up obligation born from guilt or pity.
Dear Neil,
when are we going to see YOU🫵 doing the apology dance for the way you ended the season hmm?
I only apologise for things I'm sorry for having done.
you're just mad that my presence is haunting and offputting and yours isn't
MATTHEW LILLARD Senseless, 1998
Tile, Ceiling, 16th century, Metropolitan Museum of Art: Medieval Art
Gift of Charles B. Hoyt, 1929 Size: Overall: 12 ¾ x 15 ¾ in. (32.4 x 40 cm) Medium: Earthenware
every time I see LGBTQ discourse I think about that post that said masc cis lesbians get kicked out of bathrooms as cruelly as trans people do so why the fuck are some lesbians transphobic , and I think about how homophobes won’t check for your sexuality before calling us slurs and I think about how my local dyke March considers anyone who identifies as a dyke a dyke because fuck rainbow capitalism we are here to fight for our lives and I think about how my best friends are bisexual and I think about how lesbians have been loving each other in ways that the gender binary has never been able to understand(and never will) and I think about that post that says the worst thing the right did was convince queer people other queer people were the enemy
Nobody falls in love anymore. It's all red flags and do you go to therapy. How about do you have a burning passion in your soul and a little bit of madness.
Outside
op this is good commentary but I’m mostly just captivated by how you drew the kid as a teeny little grub with a propeller hat
may i share with you the best video on the internet
Hardware store saturday
Hardware store sunday
Source: vk.com
I HEAR THE BLUES A-KILLIN' (or: Frasier Meets Columbo)
Originally posted to my twitter in 2022, here it is for tumblr. It's also on my website.
Chester Arnold (American, b. 1952)
I Have Not Been As Others Were, 2015
Oil on panel
I am OBSESSED with people telling me how they met the love of their life. Just found out my director met his wife through a misdirected email - that’s fate right there.
“I saw her last name was Jewish - and I’m Jewish, so when I corrected the email I told her Shabbat Shalom with a smiley face — this was the very beginning of the emoticon era, you understand. She had a watermark of a dog rescue at the bottom of her email, and I love dogs, so I found her website and there she was — all these videos of her rehabilitating dogs and talking about the organization. I fell in love with her just from those videos.”
😭😭😭
“I asked if we could meet for coffee, told her I was looking for volunteer opportunities — which was halfway a lie — and she said ‘okay, but just so you know I have a boyfriend, so this is strictly business,’ and I was so disappointed, but I did want to meet her. We sat in that coffeeshop until they turned the lights out on us, and she broke up with her boyfriend the next day.”
MULTIPLE people in the notes have told me how important these tags are to them so here’s to keeping it in the main post.
6/29/2023
There he is
The bear in area
His arrival was foretold in ancient murals
