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We have a lot to say about Harry Potter and the myriad of horrible, problematic, racist, classist, sexist, etc. things embedded into the foundation of the story that will be explored throughout Misfits and Magic.
And because it always needs to be said - trans rights, fuck TERFs.
How different DM's NPC handle the party being weird
Matthew Mercer: Calm and collected. This is not the first chaotic party they have seen and won't be the last. Will have an awkward pause at the start if they do something truely outlandish.
Aabria Iyengar: confused reactions and wonders if something is very wrong with the party. How the average person would react when something like this happens.
Brennan Lee Mulligan: Meets or beats their chaotic energy, often times putting the party on the defensive. Will go absolutely feral for whatever reason and are usually anarchists.
these gay ass dnd shows have ruined my perception of entertainment and now I can't watch television because it doesn't have enough lesbians, magic, or dungeons and dragons in it
It warms my heart that Robert Irwin is the same goofball his father was
Hopefully I can add more day to day, but even the small stuff makes you smile sometimes. Yesterday at my coffee shop, a woman tipped me five dollars because, and I quote, "Just because there's a virus doesn't mean I can't tip you for my coffee."
The small shit matters as much as the big shit. Good luck, try to look at the good and also try and DO some good, and wash your hands.
Today's list (3/15/2020):
Feel free to add your own personal ones!
Day 3 (3/16/2020):
Its a struggle y'all, but there's good shit happening out there. Keep trucking, tip your delivery drivers and servers because they're making nothing now, and stay inside unless you absolutely can't. And please remember to wash your hands.
(Image ID: Black and white photo of Fred Rogers smiling. Quote reads: "When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, 'Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.'" End ID)
I hope in 2020 you get to write that thing you’ve been wanting to write, and you write it amazingly.
bitches will bring a million things to do on a train ride or long car trip and then spend the entire time looking out the window and daydreaming. i’m bitches
We’ve all agreed that Aziraphale dresses to broadcast a friendly appearance. But I’m here to argue that’s only a secondary reason for the colors he chooses for his outfits.
The more I look at Aziraphale’s outfits, the more I just see the deuteranopia visual spectrum. I’m not saying whether or not Crowley actually is colorblind, but I am definitely saying that Aziraphale knows snakes to be dichromatic, and dresses specifically so that he knows his outfits appear the same to him as they do to Crowley. Crowley’s eyes are anatomically those of a snake, so that’s a logical conclusion for Aziraphale to make.
Science fiction, double feature.
The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975)
THIS is the montage I’ve been waiting my life for.
Remembering how long it took me starting as a 14 year old to track down information on each movie referenced, in the days before videos (let alone DVDs or streaming movies or any way of watching things that wasn’t a festival at the Scala Cinema or late at night on BBC2…
Respect.
Holy shit!
who is this
DO ME NEXT
GOALS
ask me how gay I am for Jessie Graff hint: as gay as her leg is high.
This is the coolest shit.
Fun fact: Melissa Benoist has to have muscle padding in her Supergirl suit so her silhouette looks like Jessie’s. The actress has to adjust to match her stunt double, which is rarely the case.
The Good Omens Cross-Stitch is now available! 60 DMC colors, 286H x 429W. Colors, sizing information, and instructions are listed on the last page of the pattern. Details under the cut.
The original art is by our very own @tio-trile, linked, as deserved, on the official Good Omens Twitter!
This pattern is available for free! If you would like to donate, though, I do have a ko-fi.
If you have any issues with downloading the pattern, try it in an incognito window, and if that doesn’t work, please let me know.
Happy stitching! xx Darcy
This is incredible 😮😮😮!!!!
I haven’t shared anything on here for a while and I feel low-key guilty about that, but in case any of you haven’t seen it please enjoy my ever-expanding “alien biology and culture is very complex and you can’t just solve everything in one episode” universe. It started as a twitter joke and eventually I’m going to have to write an actual book in this world but I don’t currently have the time.
we all know 2018 aziraphale uses a flip phone from 2003 right. we’re all clear on this
He has a very nice bakelite phone from around 1940 in the front of the shop, and a much older one in the back of the shop. They are rotary dial phones, of the kind that would need to be rewired to work with today’s exchanges. They have never been rewired and they still phone anywhere on Earth (and probably one place off Earth) perfectly.
I’m not entirely sure that he’ll ever approve of phones that aren’t wired in to the wall.
are you sure? cuz i kind of envision him being addicted to candy crush
god I strive for the confidence of asking the man who both wrote the book and ran the show if he’s sure
This is Tumblr. No one checks usernames.
gordon ramsey: is the food good here?
underpaid server:
Gordon: How is the food here? What’s best to order?
Ill Treated And Underpaid Server, About To Purposefully Suggest The Absolute Worst Thing On The Menu:
EPIC
Photo from Portland Pride 2019 © The Oregonian
[Photograph of a man dressed as Captain America, from behind with his shield on his back, waving a rainbow-striped American flag]
“For The Plot,” I whisper, deleting a rad detail that no longer works as tears fall from my eyes
Don’t delete it!
Take the detail and put it in a cut scene file. Less anguish + can be used again if needed later. Recycling!
Brought to you by: I never used to be merciless enough as an editor because losing bits made me sad. Now that I know I can bring them back for a sequel or even post cut scenes separately, I am so much more vicious, and my writing is better for it.
Instead of killing your darlings, I’ve called it cryogenically freezing your darlings
aziraphale, confessing: I… I’ve been in love with you for eighty years
crowley, who fell in love six thousand years ago: e i ght y
The Fab Five travel through time, space, and genre to help Professor Flitwick get his groove back
i’m crying this is so good omg
This is the best thing i’ve ever seen
if two people sleep in a bunk bed do they have to share a monster
‘our humans are sleeping in bunk beds and we have to share the space under’ is one of the three most popular fanfiction premises in monster AO3
“there’s only one under-the-bed”
now THIS is the romance I want to read
Do you ever think about Aziraphale going out of his way to learn internet lingo just to make Crowley cringe in his own skin? Cause I do. (I’m still not entirely unconvinced that wasn’t why he learned to do sleight of hand magic. “You’r an angel, Angel! You can just summon the right card!” “But wouldn’t that rather be like cheating!” “IT’S HUMAN MAGIC, IT’S ALL CHEATING”)
Like the first time he says “LOL” out loud. “Ell-oh-ell, as the kids say” he says cheerfully and Crowley nearly slams the Bentley into a duck pond cause his brain just tried to escape what his ears just heard and subsequently goes off on a ten minute rant about how no one says it out loud, you’re not supposed to say it out loud, Angel. All the while Aziraphale is feigning politely confused ignorance, and thoroughly enjoying the tangent Crowley has now sneeringly diverted onto, snipping and snarling his way through his syllables, eventually admitting that while he claimed responsibility for the addition of YouTube comments on videos, that was just another thing humans came up with all on their own.
“Fascinating,” is all the angel has to say for himself, and the incident is quite forgotten until he does it again, this time responding to something Crowley says simply with “meirl” and for a split second Crowley thinks it’s some sort of German word he’s actually forgot exists until he realizes Aziraphale just said “me in real life” and whatever last few dregs of his soul that exist shrivel and die.
And it just keeps happening until one day Crowley catches the flutter of amusement behind Aziraphale’s benign and guileless expression and realizes the smug git has been trolling him this whole time, and he’s simultaneously torn between being hopping mad about it (because that’s his job dammit) but also weirdly proud.
“You bastard,” he says, unable to keep the serpentine smile from spreading over his face, “how long were you going to keep that up?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, my dear,” the angel replies placidly, taking a sip from his teacup and pulling a face, “this tea however is absolutely scorching. I do hope I don’t spill any. That would be quite the mood.”
Oh my god, Joy your tags
But can you imagine though, can you just imagine Crowley finding out the Them think he’s the tame hipster uncle and Aziraphale is the actual cool one.
“Him? What? No, I’m the cool one!” Crowley all but howls, waving a hand toward his angelic counterpart who is sitting at the kitchen table in the cottage sipping a cup of tea. “He hasn’t even changed his waistcoat since the 1890s!”
“So what you’re saying is he doesn’t ascribe to the model of unethical consumerism encouraged by late stage capitalism that keeps people shackled to their corporate overlords?” Pepper asks, giving him a bored look.
“What?!”
“Or that his sense of self isn’t tied to an arbitrary set of standards set by an industry hell bent on destroying values of self worth and happiness in pursuit of profit extolled at the cost of human dignity and life in sweat shops around the globe?”
“…What?!”
“My word Mrs Young,” Aziraphale says in the background, “this Victoria sponge is simply divine. You must tell me your secret. Another cup of tea? Oh well don’t mind if I do…”
Also while I’m careering high on this stream of thought, I can’t help but feel like the show missed a treat by not including Pepper’s little sister (I mean I get why they didn’t) but for those of you unaware Pepper has a little adorable sister who is absolutely fearless and wants to be a witch, and can you just imagine a little 6 year old girl described as being “a gold haired football” looking up at Aziraphale and Crowley with her thumb in her mouth (which Pepper hates because she only does it to look cute when people are looking) and all the adults are making polite chit chat like “sorry where was it you said you were from again…“ (because you can’t tell me either Az or Crowley wouldn’t check in on Adam from time to time by supplanting themselves into village as “friends of so and so, oh you know, Tish from bridge night, or was it Steven…anyway…”, you just plain can’t) and Pepper’s little sister with the wide eyed and loud innocence of little children everywhere under the age of ten just pipes up, “Are you married?”
And there’s a bit of an awkward pause cause well, everyone’s wondering but you’re not just supposed to blurt it out and assume so all the adults are doing that high nervous laugh adults do when Kids Say Things and Aziraphale who likes to think he’s good with children looks down at this little inquisitive cherub face, bending at the waist to lean on his knees and says cheerfully, “And what’s your name little one?”
“Éowyn.”
“Éowyn, what a pretty name.”
“No it’s not.”
“Oh, er…”
“Are you?”
“Am I what?”
“Are you married?” which is the moment when the girls mother can be heard hissing Wynnie in a soft fierce whisper and Aziraphale finds himself compelled to answer honeslty under the scrutiny of her six year old stare.
“Er, no.”
“Why not?”
Which is when Crowley, who is actually good with kids crouches down and says “Just haven’t had the time for it yet,” which would be so laughable if it wasn’t also so soul rendingly true. And then because he knows how children work adds, “There were some people who didn’t like us being friends very much, but that’s over with now.”
“Hear hear,” Mr. Young interjects, cause he feels like someone ought to, and well Adam’s sitting right there and you never know. He’d hate for his boy to every worry…
“Quite right,” Mrs. Young echoes, passing round another plate of jammy dodgers, two of which Crowley manages to snaffle without anyone seeing, one for him and one for Wynnie, who rips the biscuit apart with practiced efficiency and eats the jam filling first. The same way Crowley likes to.
“Are you going to?” Wynnie persists.
“Dunno,” Crowley admits honestly, giving the angel a sideways glance as he stands up, forced to drag Wynnie with him, the six year old having decided to adopt the tall leggy man, and wrap her sticky arms around his neck. It’s disgusting but he’s dealt with worse. “Haven’t really thought about it, perhaps we should.”
“Well…” Aziraphale flushes, not sure why they’re having this discussion in public but suspecting somehow that Crowley orchestrated it. “I don’t think we need to be hasty…”
And Crowley can’t help but laugh at that.
It’s only later, after the events of the day have settled and he’s had time to think about it, that Aziraphale brings it up again while they’re sitting at the bus stop. In hindsight, they should have brought the Bentley, but really they’re just enjoying sitting beside each other out in the open. They’ve spent so long hiding, it’s nice to simply be.
“Did you really mean that…”
“Mean what?”
“Back there, with all the humans…about…getting married.” He says it in a whisper, as though he’s afraid who will hear.
“Dunno really,” Crowley says after a while, carefully nonchalant. “Seems like the human thing to do.”
“But we’re not human.”
“No, but we like human things. Perhaps we’d like that too.”
They’re silent again for a time, long enough for the first few stars to come out from behind the clouds, and then Aziraphale brightens, “We could have a cake.”
“We could have a cake,” Crowley agrees levelly, a small smile tugging at his mouth. “We could even eat it too.”
