HEATHER, HEATHER, HEATHER…

and someone

AND PEGGY

Speaking Moffat - A Master List

Moffat’s metaphors are so underappreciated, it makes me want to cry! Not only are they incredibly poetic, but also the way they fit together is out of this world. So here is a master list of the five biggest themes I have worked out so far, with special focus on how they are all linked to one another. (Click on the names of the themes to read more about each individual theme.) 

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3x04 Chapter Thirty-Nine: The Midnight Club

I love this episode, but it’s explicitly one in which Betty is merely an observer. I sort of don’t know how to handle it in the context of this project. 

Let’s explore what Betty has going on, and then we’ll take a glance at Young Alice. There’s a lot of paralleling of our two generations in this episode, so there’s some relevance to this. 

(Me when I heard they were making this episode.)

(Big mood)

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ineffable life comic, episode one:

'please, sober up' part 1/??

(the grammar error on the first panel is made on propose)

(the grammar error is on porpoise, since here crowley cant talk lol)

script:

c:'my point is,, that you are a snob, angel' 'you must always eat the most expensive food, Ritz every night!' 'oh, and dont make me talk about your vine choices.. are you listening? anyway, everything at the reach of a nobile man!'

'your books.. - did i said books-? clothes -

-the conception of love'

a:'ny dear boy, what are you talking about? love is an human conception, not ethereal's!'

c:'ooh, i caught your attention! how kind!'

a:'obviously, because that's just a senseless speech by a drunk demon'

c: 'but you didn't deny it, did you?'

'i saw some books you read..'

'romance'

'i bet you would never experience certain loving gestures with someone who's not,, at your level'

a:'my dear boy, you're too drunk for this, but i' ll try to explain. i want to live my immortal life surrounded by things i love, and thats not snob. so books, vine, and even.. loving gestures. are tiu listening? '

c' then prove it.

'prove you are not snob'

'kiss a failure'

'kiss me'.

Daniel Howell at Pride in London 🏳‍🌈 (July 6th, 2019) 

“If the account given in Genesis is really true, ought we not, after all, to thank this serpent? He was the first schoolmaster, the first advocate of learning, the first enemy of ignorance, the first to whisper in human ears the sacred word liberty, the creator of ambition, the author of modesty, of inquiry, of doubt, of investigation, of progress and of civilization.”

~ Robert Green Ingersoll

“Do you have any idea,” Crowley said. “How much trouble I’d get into down there if anybody read this?”

Aziraphale pursed his lips. “I don’t think anyone in your part of the world reads Robert Green Ingersoll in this day and age. And besides…”

“The author of modesty. That’s me, that is. What were you going to say, angel?”

“Nothing,” said Aziraphale. “Nothing at all.”

So Neil’s really out here writing canon ficlet on tumblr now, huh.

Mr. GAIMAN. Besides? Besides, it’s true? Besides??

crowley knits. you’d think on first glance it would be aziraphale, but aziraphale has his books, and he doesn’t have that same anxious energy that turns crowley to knitting. he can sit for days without moving—crowley can sit for about three minutes.

so crowley knits. socks and scarves first, because they’re simple. he does plant cosies to keep his greenery safe in winter. then he does a tea cosy, for aziraphale; then a miniature dog sweater, for the shih tzu down the hall from his flat. as he gets better he knits his own skinny scarves in thin metallic grey yarn, and he knits gloves and scarves and socks in excess and then abandons them, cruelly, outside shelters and schools where they may or may not ever be found. (they are: aziraphale makes sure of it.)

he’s pretty good at it, and it clears his mind. and there’s nothing like stopping by the shop with a thick warm pair of socks on the night of the season’s first snow, watching aziraphale light up at the sight of them.

after armageddon, aziraphale clears a shelf off by crowley’s usual sofa and puts in baskets instead, so crowley can keep his knitting things there. “not a word to the customers, mind,” crowley says when he sees them, but he settles in, looking pleased. it’s nice to knit with Aziraphale sitting close by: it feels warm, and not just because of the yarn.

he starts a big project there, a complicated pattern, changing colors, a complex set of knits. it grows and grows and grows, and if aziraphale thinks it looks awfully familiar, he has the grace not to say.

when it’s finished, crowley puts a miracle on it to keep it soft and clean and to protect the stitches. and then he gives it to aziraphale: a big, warm blanket, knitted in aziraphale’s favorite tartan pattern.

“it’s lovely,” aziraphale says, blushing. he looks at it, beautiful and intricate, and looks at crowley as he tries to be nonchalant about it. “do you know,” he goes on, “i think it’s big enough for two.”

and he sits next to crowley on the sofa, spreads it over both their laps. crowley looks utterly pleased, and leans into him a little, pretending like he’s not.

“stay with me,” aziraphale says after a while, one arm around crowley’s shoulders, mumbling into his hair. “stay here and share this with me.”

crowley looks up at him, searches his eyes, finds nothing but truth, and want, and love. “all right,” he says.

aziraphale grins. “all right,” he agrees, and then slowly, carefully, he kisses crowley. holds him under the blanket, safe and warm, and kisses him, wrapped up in proof of crowley’s love, and kisses him, and crowley kisses him back.

My girlfriend and me as Crowley and Aziraphale, special for Winter Temporary Combat. Pretty things))

a hyper baby! 💙💙💙

Neil Gaiman and Michael Sheen are precious. 

Crowley and Aziraphael are in LOVE.

God is a woman. 

Adam & Eve are black. 

A bit more on Vehicles + Abusive Relationships

MCR’s “Surrender the Night” will always bother me as a particularly disturbing look at the skewed perspective and selective memory that characterizes so much of Gerard’s music in comparison to Frank’s. From where I’m standing, it seems to imply gaslighting, emotional manipulation, and, to some extent, sexual coercion—of Frank, considering the hint to keeping secrets and the obvious connection to touring that most of Gerard’s vehicle references can be traced back to (and what reason would Lindsey have to “fight” a romantic/sexual encounter?). My mind just keeps going to the creepy, Twilight-esque “I’ll watch you in your sleep” line, the possessiveness, the blatant, overtly threatening disregard for Frank’s efforts against whatever Gerard was trying to do. Am I implicating Gerard of anything criminal? Not necessarily. What bothers me is that he seems to think this is romantic, and I have a nagging sense that this is what passed for love between them for much of their time spent together. Judging by the songs Frank has written for Jamia, the way he talks about her, he was never looking for a love like this, and here Gerard is marking him as property when Frank tries to salvage something healthy for himself with someone else.

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On Internalized Homophobia (prt. 1)

This has always been a difficult topic for me, but it’s one I haven’t seen addressed much in regard to MCR’s music and Frank’s various projects outside of the band, and lord knows I have enough personal insight to qualify my two cents; I never went to Catholic school, but I was raised devoutly Mormon, and I gotta say, that’s about the most fun a gay kid in the rural south can have (just ask my therapist, ha). There’s honestly so much to pull from, and in the interest of being thorough, I’ll be splitting the post into two parts—starting with Gerard’s writing in MCR, which I believe laid the groundwork in Frank’s personal life to constitute his own exploration of the theme in the years to follow.

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