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You have seen those „People actually need 8 hugs a day“ posts and that seems like a ridiculously unrealistic number (right, guys? right?)… so:
Reblog for larger sample size reblog, so I can finally get a slightly more accurate idea of whether daily hugs are utopian or not?
I genuinely wish I could see inside Musk’s head or at least get an explanation for how he was thinking his plans would work out.
Like it’s clear now he is fantastically out of touch with reality but I still really wanna know like, to what degree. Did he think people would accept his ultimatum? Did he genuinely think it would only take like 300 people to keep Twitter running?
I was an intern at SpaceX years ago, back it when it was a much smaller company — after Elon got hair plugs, but before his cult of personality was in full swing. I have some insight to offer here.
Back when I was at SpaceX, Elon was basically a child king. He was an important figurehead who provided the company with the money, power, and PR, but he didn’t have the knowledge or (frankly) maturity to handle day-to-day decision making and everyone knew that. He was surrounded by people whose job was, essentially, to manipulate him into making good decisions.
Me and "The Fonz" at premiere of Goncharov (1973) at Grauman's Chinese Theatre.
today I learned that in 2008, the city council of florence overturned dante’s sentence of execution if he returned from exile. yes, dante’s inferno dante, who died in 1321.
but the funniest part of this is not that they were debating the exile of a man who has been dead for over 500 years.
the funniest part is that the vote was 19-5. five people voted to uphold dante’s exile.
I assume Dante is required reading in Italian 2ndary school, especially in Florence, so I’m not surprised 5 people voted to still keep him up. That kind of thing can leave *scars*.
Hey, so I’m super excited that Dracula Daily is a thing, but I feel like I should warn people that one of the main characters in the novel is a guy that runs a lunatic asylum, and his scenes might be kinda hard to read for anyone who’s been through psychiatric abuse.
I would appreciate it if people reblogged this post and didn’t tag it with spoilers or put trigger warnings on it, since it’s important that this warning is seen by the people who need to see it. Thanks!
guys, are frenchie and wee john ace? as maybe confirmed by the "why would we invite people into our room" conversation?
I have the tumblr blaze option and I've got ten dollars to blow so if you're seeing this and you don't follow me here's a picture of my cat.
I love how everyone is sharing everyone else's Blaze Sponsored Cats. Like "Oh look someone loved their little guy enough to pay money to share them I too shall share them with my followers." And they are 100% right. I do want to see the little guy.
Honestly this reblog made me tear up a little bit?
I actually haven't seen any other Blaze Sponsored Cats yet (I was never under the illusion it was an original idea), but I love that it's happening.
God I love tumblr.
[ID: picture of op’s cat laying their side. They’re gray, have green eyes, and have blue and yellow tags on their collar END ID]
Thank you so much sincerely for adding the image description. It's something I try to do when I have the energy, and sometimes I forget but I'm working on it, but I was too caught up with the glory of the blaze.
(re: your tag, I promise it wasn't a ploy, it just popped into my head as I was putting the post together and DEM'S DA RULES)
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Reblogging so I don’t lose this... :)
it is so funny to me that we basically got the show we had been screaming about for years, but not because a writer made a calculated move. he actually didn’t realize he was doing it.
solid interview btw
yeah dude he’s straight. he has a wife. he had no idea any of this stuff.
Lmao I read “I see myself represented on camera” and my brain went *record scratch*. Dude is somehow enlightened enough to make the show we’ve been wanting for so long by accident AND simultaneously disconnected enough from queer media discourse that he was surprised by our reaction. I don’t know how to reconcile this.
yeah, i honestly don’t know why we aren’t talking more about this. like when I watched the show, i just ASSUMED he was gay/queer. and even after i found out he had a wife I was like, he might still be bi/pan.
but now i’m like 98% sure he’s basically straight
discovering that he seems to have done all of this just because is causing me no small amount of…i really don’t even know what to call it. i truly cannot wrap my brain around it
And he’s never even tried to write a romance before. He just tried to write two people who make each other complete and it made the romance feel effortless
This really is the kind of thing we’ve been needing: straight people who set out to write queer people as people, first and foremost. Even if the show had been middling at best, this would still be a lovely example of what we need more of, in opposition to the reactionary shit we sometimes hear about how OnLY qUeEr pEopLe sHouLd eVeR wRiTe qUeEr pEopLe and similar artistic segregationist fuckwittery
Do people actually think that Taika Waititi is ... *straight*?!? Yeah, he’s been publicly married/partnered with women, but ... like, I’m married to a man, but that doesn’t mean *I’m* not bi (queer, whatever). My queerdar REALLY needs re-calibrating if he’s actually a cis straight male.
I am an ER nurse and this is the best description of this event that I have ever heard.
FEMALE HEART ATTACKS
I was aware that female heart attacks are different, but this is description is so incredibly visceral that I feel like I have an entire new understanding of what it feels like to be living the symptoms on the inside. Women rarely have the same dramatic symptoms that men have… you know, the sudden stabbing pain in the chest, the cold sweat, grabbing the chest & dropping to the floor the we see in movies. Here is the story of one woman’s experience with a heart attack:
"I had a heart attack at about 10:30 PM with NO prior exertion, NO prior emotional trauma that one would suspect might have brought it on. I was sitting all snugly & warm on a cold evening, with my purring cat in my lap, reading an interesting story my friend had sent me, and actually thinking, ‘A-A-h, this is the life, all cozy and warm in my soft, cushy Lazy Boy with my feet propped up. A moment later, I felt that awful sensation of indigestion, when you’ve been in a hurry and grabbed a bite of sandwich and washed it down with a dash of water, and that hurried bite seems to feel like you’ve swallowed a golf ball going down the esophagus in slow motion and it is most uncomfortable. You realize you shouldn’t have gulped it down so fast and needed to chew it more thoroughly and this time drink a glass of water to hasten its progress down to the stomach. This was my initial sensation–the only trouble was that I hadn’t taken a bite of anything since about 5:00 p.m.
After it seemed to subside, the next sensation was like little squeezing motions that seemed to be racing up my SPINE (hind-sight, it was probably my aorta spasms), gaining speed as they continued racing up and under my sternum (breast bone, where one presses rhythmically when administering CPR). This fascinating process continued on into my throat and branched out into both jaws. ‘AHA!! NOW I stopped puzzling about what was happening – we all have read and/or heard about pain in the jaws being one of the signals of an MI happening, haven’t we? I said aloud to myself and the cat, Dear God, I think I’m having a heart attack! I lowered the foot rest dumping the cat from my lap, started to take a step and fell on the floor instead. I thought to myself, If this is a heart attack, I shouldn’t be walking into the next room where the phone is or anywhere else… but, on the other hand, if I don’t, nobody will know that I need help, and if I wait any longer I may not be able to get up in a moment.
I pulled myself up with the arms of the chair, walked slowly into the next room and dialed the Paramedics… I told her I thought I was having a heart attack due to the pressure building under the sternum and radiating into my jaws. I didn’t feel hysterical or afraid, just stating the facts. She said she was sending the Paramedics over immediately, asked if the front door was near to me, and if so, to un-bolt the door and then lie down on the floor where they could see me when they came in. I unlocked the door and then laid down on the floor as instructed and lost consciousness, as I don’t remember the medics coming in, their examination, lifting me onto a gurney or getting me into their ambulance, or hearing the call they made to St. Jude ER on the way, but I did briefly awaken when we arrived and saw that the radiologist was already there in his surgical blues and cap, helping the medics pull my stretcher out of the ambulance. He was bending over me asking questions (probably something like ‘Have you taken any medications?’) but I couldn’t make my mind interpret what he was saying, or form an answer, and nodded off again, not waking up until the Cardiologist and partner had already threaded the teeny angiogram balloon up my femoral artery into the aorta and into my heart where they installed 2 side by side stints to hold open my right coronary artery.
I know it sounds like all my thinking and actions at home must have taken at least 20-30 minutes before calling the paramedics, but actually it took perhaps 4-5 minutes before the call, and both the fire station and St Jude are only minutes away from my home, and my Cardiologist was already to go to the OR in his scrubs and get going on restarting my heart (which had stopped somewhere between my arrival and the procedure) and installing the stents. Why have I written all of this to you with so much detail? Because I want all of you who are so important in my life to know what I learned first hand.
1. Be aware that something very different is happening in your body, not the usual men’s symptoms but inexplicable things happening (until my sternum and jaws got into the act). It is said that many more women than men die of their first (and last) MI because they didn’t know they were having one and commonly mistake it as indigestion, take some Maalox or other anti-heartburn preparation and go to bed, hoping they’ll feel better in the morning when they wake up… which doesn’t happen. My female friends, your symptoms might not be exactly like mine, so I advise you to call the Paramedics if ANYTHING is unpleasantly happening that you’ve not felt before. It is better to have a ‘false alarm’ visitation than to risk your life guessing what it might be! 2. Note that I said ‘Call the Paramedics.’ And if you can take an aspirin. Ladies, TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE! Do NOT try to drive yourself to the ER - you are a hazard to others on the road. Do NOT have your panicked husband who will be speeding and looking anxiously at what’s happening with you instead of the road. Do NOT call your doctor – he doesn’t know where you live and if it’s at night you won’t reach him anyway, and if it’s daytime, his assistants (or answering service) will tell you to call the Paramedics. He doesn’t carry the equipment in his car that you need to be saved! The Paramedics do, principally OXYGEN that you need ASAP. Your Dr. will be notified later. 3. Don’t assume it couldn’t be a heart attack because you have a normal cholesterol count. Research has discovered that a cholesterol elevated reading is rarely the cause of an MI (unless it’s unbelievably high and/or accompanied by high blood pressure). MIs are usually caused by long-term stress and inflammation in the body, which dumps all sorts of deadly hormones into your system to sludge things up in there. Pain in the jaw can wake you from a sound sleep. Let’s be careful and be aware. The more we know the better chance we could survive to tell the tale.“
Reblog, repost, Facebook, tweet, pin, email, morse code, fucking carrier pigeon this to save a life! I wish I knew who the author was. I’m definitely not the OP, actually think it might be an old chain email or even letter from back in the day. The version I saw floating around Facebook ended with “my cardiologist says mail this to 10 friends, maybe you’ll save one!” And knew this was way too interesting not to pass on.
Save a life–Reblog.
Female heart attacks are much different, and most people don’t know it!
This is so much more helpful than the fucking lists that basically describe everything that happens during a really nasty panic attack and then tell you to go seek help as if you don’t have an anxiety disorder that does this to you on a regular basis and can afford to go to the emergency room.
Auto-reblog.
Many women have silent heart attacks as well, where there are no symptoms at all until BAM! Then it happens.
As a formerly (mostly) healthy person who is now dealing with post-covid heart issues, this was tremendously helpful to read. Reblog, save a life.
Important for all genders so you can recognize other symptoms in yourself and others.
Dr. Walden paid me a visit. Nobody was hurt. He’s on his way back to the hospital. Well, that’s good news.
Revisiting how the SV writers handled this stuff is like watching a bunch of frat boys get drunk on tequila and stagger out onto the interstate to play in traffic.
tags need to be memorialized:
I’m so glad lanning is back on the case, doing it right!
weird beatles fans fucking hate paul mccartney and want to see him suffer
you said it garfield!
Sorry guys, this is <i>fanfiction</i>, specifically Hurt/Comfort. And the First Law of H/C is <i>You Always Hurt the One You Love</i>. Beatles fans *love* Paul McCartney ... and want to see him suffer.
Have you seen FAQ on the new The Tolkien Estate webpage? https://www.tolkienestate.com/frequently-asked-questions-and-links/?fbclid=IwAR3oyGPRKgf1sE3B9D_3e1WtVJaYV0yZHConYXedDJY79tDy8SKmYetqrY4 No fanfiction, no fanzines, no Tolkien music, no Tolkien quotes (without permission), no writing in Tolkien languages (if you intend to post it somewhere), no Tolkien-related events (even charitable and not-for-profit ones - no exceptions), no public readings (without permission), no recordings of reading of Tolkien works (and TE is going to take action against unauthorized audiobooks or readings on social media), no Tolkien photographs. Tell me if it is true, or if someone is joking!
Holy crap, it’s been YEARS since anyone did something as stupid as try and threaten fanfic writers. Those are dark days we talk about as legends! Does anyone know when these policies were published and if any legal actions have actually been taken?
Good lord, reading through this whole thing, this could be the death of the fandom. we may have to go underground, because the level of control they have exerted over this outright stops fans from even interacting with the work. It’s far beyond stopping people from making a bit of cash off of it, it full on threatens any creator who wishes to engage with the material! I’m honestly surprised they didn’t just go all the way and say making fan art is illegal too!
I don’t know the exact day that the new policies came out, but it was within the past two weeks. I haven’t heard that the estate has cracked down on anyone yet. It’s probably too soon still.
I’ve been checking some of the other large Tolkien fan communities (theonering.net, Tolkien Society, Silmarillion Writers’ Guild) to see if anyone has released a statement about the new policies, but I haven’t seen anything yet; nearly all discussion so far has been relegated to the site’s new appearance and the new artwork released on it. (Although there is this hilarious Reddit discussion about the new policies.)
I’m not sure how many Tolkien fanfic sites are left since I only use AO3, but this makes me wonder what could happen to the fanfic sites that haven’t yet moved their archives onto AO3 and don’t have the protection of AO3′s lawyers, should the estate decide to crack down on Tolkien fanfic sites. This could really deal a blow to some of those communities if the estate firmly enforces the new policies.
I’m astonished, though, that relatively no large Tolkien communities (that I’ve seen) are talking about the changes, except for on here, and that even the conversation about it here is pretty limited. I don’t know how seriously the Tolkien Estate will enforce this, but it’s a major shift in tone from the estate nonetheless.
that link has Facebook tracky nonsense in the URL, here’s a clean one:
and emyn-arnens’s “within the last two weeks” is as of 2022 March 5
To clarify a point: The wording they use for fan fiction seems to be designed to rule out fan art, too. You should probably ask a lawyer (which I am not) for details, but the wording there is not limited to literary fan material, it seems to cover everything a fan might want to create.
they’re also including in this ban such things as quotations for the purposes of criticism, comment, scholarship, or research that the Tolkien estate won’t like—I know this because the only thing they’re saying about quotations is “here’s where to ask for permission” and having to ask implies the possibility the answer will be no—and criticism, comment, scholarship, or research that the copyright holder won’t like are so unambiguously the sort of thing that US copyright law protects as fair use that I’m quoting those purposes from Section 107.
which, even setting aside all the discussions about the legality of fanfiction and composing songs in Elvish and etc, tells me the Tolkien estate didn’t consult an IP lawyer.
This is a hoot, they have said very seriously that you cannot use the trademark TOLKIEN name for anything without permission, examples given are things like: naming a park. I am fascinated by the implication that fanfic, academic works and rogue municipal park-namers are some of the key menacing threats to intellectual property
Apparently they did consult IP lawyers (lots of the links go to Maier Blackburn) but either they’re really very bad, or they don’t understand non-commercial fanworks at all. Or they’re aiming to piss off the fans.
Plus, this:
Almost every damn country in the world has a Tolkien Society! They’re not for profit, they live from donations and do literally nothing else except a) sit around and discuss Tolkien’s work and b) promote Tolkien’s work at events. They’re literally providing free advertising. Now who wants to bet that these annual licenses will be prohibitively expensive??
Oh, they also don’t want any music inspired by Tolkien’s works…
[Image ID: a screenshot from the office FAQ of the Tolkien estate, containing the following text: Clubs and Societies. How do I set up an official Tolkien club or society? Tolkien clubs and societies require a license to use the Tolkien name, which is a registered trademark. The Estate will consider, amongst other things, the proposed objects, constitution and management of the club or society when determining whether a license will be granted.]
this is fucking ridiculous
other things they want to be able to deny people permission for:
In conclusion, you may only interact with his work by giving money to the Tolkien estate, you may not talk about his work, you may not take inspiration from his work, you may not utter his name without asking permission (and presumably paying a license fee).
I don’t presume to know the minds of people long dead, but considering he set out to create a great folkloric epic for England, I doubt the Professor would have wanted this.
This is actually a very good point. Any crafters out there that want any Tolkien associated craft pattern may want to grab them now. Fanfiction is one thing, but we have seen companies easily come through and take down patterns in recent years. Ghibli just did it recently themselves, and there’s no group like Ao3 to protect us.
Why on earth do they want all their free publicity to go away??
What has changed: Priscilla Tolkien, the last surviving child of JRRT, died Feb. 28, 2022. The next generation is in charge. Are decisions being made by committee? By a single one of the grandkids, who is an idiot? By lawyers and trustees?
Effable Kiss (A repaint of ‘In Bed, The Kiss’ by Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec)
I felt like doing another Lautrec, he’s fun and strangely hard to copy.
Are fedoras really that bad?
YES YES THEY ARE
ask-omnipony:
I don’t really believe this mumbo jumbo
I mean it’s a goddamn hat.
Right..?
The white rose, it symbolizes the unique beauty of all the women who wish not to be with a nice guy such as myse-
I wonder if this works with other kinds of hat…
Nothing ventured, nothing gained…
WHEEEN THE MOON HITS YOUR EYE LIKE A BIG PIZZA PIE THAT’S AMORREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Men of Tumblr are my favorite kind of people…
wait, does that mean?
oh boy…….
Luckily, this nonsense doesn’t work on girls.
Observe…
IT’S GOTTEN BETTER!
This post is immaculate
It can’t be true.
And it can’t possibly work on motorcycle helmets.
I must test it.
Nothing happening so far…
HOLY SHIT IT WORKS
What in the world?
Oh why not? This should be interesting.
Here we go!
Were all mad here in Underland!
What the hell! Never Again!
… Actually …
One more time.
Alright, I gotta try this!
Can’t be that bad!
….
…oh my god…
This is one of my favourite things to look at
holy shit this stuff is back
The Gravity Falls one though
i wonder if it works for flower crowns?
here goes nothin-
w HAT THE
DID I JUST-
WHAT THE FUCK
Okay Clearly something is up.
Hmm… I wonder
I’m sure nothing could possibly…
HOLY SHIT
IT GOT BETTER
I HAVE BEEN SEARCHING SO LONG FOR THIS POST OH MY GOD!!!
I wonder what happens when you wear 8 of these at once…
Never not reblog
IT’S ON MY DASH. ACTUALLY ON MY DASH.
Oh my God, there are so many new ones
Friggin, yis
Always reblog.
IT HAS EVOLVED
The legend marches on…
BEWARE THE MAGIC OF HATS
JDNXHSBSBF
I T ‘ S B A C K
a classic meme from when the world was less of a tire fire
ITS ON MY BLOG YESSSS
THIS IS WONDERFUL.
time to bring back outdated memes…
what could possibly go wrong?
eww, it smells like fuckboi
welp, down this rabbit hole we go…
nothing’s happeni-
WTF-
Oh boy, this meme
I wonder if this would work with a wolf hat.
May as well try it.
Please don’t be awful, please don’t be awful, please don’t b-
get wet 4 furry
This is obviously fake
Look, I’ll prove it
Y’all are just acting
Watch and learn
Should…… should I…….
DO IT!
Whelp guess I gotta put on the hat now
Can’t be that bad, I mean what’s the worst a squid hat can do to m-
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World Heritage Post
I’ve always wanted to show this to @theforwardslash
IT WAS A CULTURAL RESET. A CULTURAL RESET.
HAHAH
Someone call UNESCO this dinosaur of a post needs to be protected
I’m so glad it’s back to normal after that weird glitch from 2020
I missed this post so much
I wonder if a collaboration with TACM could help this endangered meme…
….by establishing symbiosis with another endangered meme?
I’d be a fool NOT to try it!
Today is the only day you can reblog this meme, everyone
Happy 22/2/22 day!
A friend of mine got a copy of an old Dutch edition of The Hobbit. I absolutely agree with their assessment that this is the best cover art the book has ever had.
The more I look at it the more I love it. Look at it. Look at Bilbo. He’s just a little guy
art class au where Crowley has to sketch a nude model, and it is Aziraphale
Crowley was twenty two when he graduated his fancy art school with his fancy art degree and fancy artistic fancies. He had too long hair and tight flared trousers back then, and a burning bright drive to make his mark on the world. Who knows, maybe change it? Or something.
His first job search landed him in advertisement. Ten years later, a career change to the marketing business side of the same company (‘You’ve got vision, darling, you’re wasted on the creative division’) sealed the fate of his artistic career. He never looked back, really. Bigger bucks on that side of things, for starters. And a very different sort of professional pressure, one that doesn’t cut as deep and intimately at the essence of his being. Win-win all around, right ?
Crowley is forty nine and sitting down for his ninth life drawing class after so many years. It’s not as daunting as the first session anymore, definitely not as much as the following half a dozen ones and the realization of how rusty his skills were and how much practice he had lost with the years; but the wait at the beginning of each class still makes him thrum with an undercurrent of nervousness. And also, with each consecutive session, the dusty thrill of an old passion, one lying crumpled and forgotten in the back of an heirloom wardrobe and squinting in the first rays of light of an opening creaky door.
On the stool beside his rickety easel, an array of lead pencils awaits him, guarded by a case of charcoals on one side and three balls of increasingly dirtier kneaded erasers on the other. The room smells of turpentine, cold tobacco and something sticky sweet. The first bathes Crowley in nostalgia. He keeps to the back of the room to avoid the sharper edges of the other two.
At his desk near the entrance, Sergeant Shadwell sips at the punctured edge of a can of sweet condensed milk and gives a grunt of greeting to the people he bothers acknowledging. Crowley himself had the honor of receiving one such earlier. Crowley arrives on time and pays the exacting sum in cash. Shadwell leaves him to the shadows of the back of the room and seldom delivers unasked for advice. They have an understanding. “Witch! Ken’t ye read a clock?!”
From her spot unloading her many bags at the easel on Crowley’s right, Anathema snorts. “The model isn’t even here yet.
"What, ye need his eyes? Don’t ye have yer own to read with?”
At this point, their bickering has become part of the starting routine. The rest of the class settles in for the show. Crowley tips his tall stool back a few inches and settles into a slouch with his back against the wall.
In so few sessions, they haven’t had many different models yet. Shadwell’s something, Madame Tracy, a woman well into her sixties with a skill for panache and chatting, features most prominently. In-between her memorable appearances have figured Deirdre and Lesley so far, the first a middle-aged woman with loving horror stories of parenting what she assumes to be the Antichrist, the second a deliveryman a bit over Crowley’s age whom Shadwell bullies into showing his surprisingly fit physique so he can go on about muscle groups, and make a few up on the way.
Lesley is fine: unassuming, professional, reserved without being aloof, but the anatomical precision required to draw him is exhausting, and Crowley rolls his head back with a groan.
“Oh, hello.”
There’s a man in the doorway, all in beige and pastels as if colours couldn’t stick to him without fading, all the way up to his hair which is almost white; khaki slacks, a light powder blue button-up and a pale brown waistcoat whose bottom edges have been strangely and specifically worn out, complete the picture.
The mild voice causes Shadwell to falter in his tirade, only for his ire to redirect at the sight of the newcomer. “Whadyawant?!”
The man briefly looks at a paper in his hand and then the door. “I’ve been told this is the place to go for a life drawing session?”
With an increasingly prejudiced expression, Shadwell stares him up and down. “Wouldn’t wanta hurt yer sensibilities. There’re gonna be nekid people here.”
The man blinks. “Why, yes, I should hope so? That’s why I’m here.”
With the experience of someone who has witnessed this train wreck before, Crowley winces. It’s more exasperate than compassionate, but it’s also more sympathy than he’d have expected to feel for a total stranger. From behind the sunglasses he has yet to take off, he aims an eye-roll at Anathema, who purses her lips.
Shadwell jumps to his feet. “Why yer h–My class, some ponce’s twisted sex fantasy? Never! Away! Deviant!”
“My good sir, you’ve got it all–”
Newton Pulsifer, another student, peeks his face from behind his easel and clears his throat. It’s a mild throat clearing, like it knows it should be heard but really doesn’t want to. “Sergeant, didn’t Madame Tracy say she was sending a model friend for today?”
Anathema nods in approval. Instead of bolstering him, the weight of that acknowledgement sends Newt hunching back into hiding. Still, his intervention gives Shadwell pause.
Shadwell squints. “Yer the Ezra Fail fella?”
“Aziraphale Fell, yes, at your service.”
In a display of admirable bravery, the newcomer offers a smile and a little bow. It’s ridiculous, and also a little enchanting, Crowley finds to his very disgruntlement. None so disgruntled as Shadwell though, who muses on this new information with the face of one sucking on a sour lemon and takes a sip of condensed milk before passing judgement.
“Yer late.”
Kudos, could read 100K of this.
I especially love that Lesley has the physique of Aziraphale from the Eden scene storyboard, while Aziraphale does *not*.
