hello good omens fandom long time no see
obsessed with this. theres something so wrong with him.
They deserve an Emmy.
"Stede needs to dress in his old clothes"
"No Stede needs to keep it simple and wear plain clothes"
All of the above are incorrect, Stede needs to wear a series of shirts that all inexplicably get torn open no matter how hard he tries to keep them on. The shirt we see him wearing in the finale is torn up ten minutes into season 2, and after weeks of pirating, they find an untorn shirt, and Stede gratefully puts it on. Two minutes later, it's torn again, and he looks around for another shirt but finds none.
Cut to a montage over the course of weeks of Stede finding new shirts and immediately getting them torn in increasingly dramatic ways.
When he finally reaches Ed, he's given up on wearing shirts.
Ed scoffs and goes "you think you'll just seduce me by showing up here without a shirt?"
Stede looks down, he forgot he wasn't wearing one because hes so used to it now.
"Not at all! I mean, if it sways you-"
"It doesn't."
"Right, of course. Well, the truth is I can't seem to keep a shirt on without it being destroyed in some way. So, here I am."
"That's ridiculous. Can someone get him a fucking shirt?"
Frenchie runs off and grabs one and tosses it to Stede. Stede looks at Ed.
"Are you sure you don't care what happens to this shirt?"
"Nothings going to happen to it."
"Edward, I'm telling you something will."
"Its not mine, so I don't give a fuck. Besides, nothing will happen."
Stede shrugs.
"If you insist."
He pulls it over his head and comically the shirt just seems to fall apart at every seam when its just barely over his head, falling to his feet in a pile of fabric, only one scrap hanging barely over his shoulder.
Ed blinks.
"Oh."
"Yes, exactly. It's a curse, really."
Ed's eyes trail down Stedes torso.
"Mm, yeah, totally. Curse."
I'm forever haunted by the period in between episodes 3 and 4 that we never see where ed somehow gets stede back on the revenge and in the midst of his crew taking over the ship he manages to get stede to his cabin, undresses him, cleans his wounds, bandages him, and tucks him into bed. like he did that. he literally had his crew pretend to invade stede's ship so he had an excuse to be this guy he just met's nursemaid. izzy is convinced that they're taking the ship and they're gonna execute the crew in episode 4 and keeps telling the crew they've been invaded despite ed not actually giving a shit and it's literally because ed told them that was the plan so he could tend to stede unchallenged after the raid. and then keeps everyone onboard busy so he has exclusive rights to stede's bedside. the lengths he's going to to get close to stede before they've even properly met are fucking insane. he's insane. I cant believe he pulled this shit
babygirl ive read rpf you haven’t even imagined
What a rollercoaster of feelings, right?
💫 Dancing in Space
My art tribute to that epic intro sequence for Good Omens Season 2. @neil-gaiman I am so beyond excited to see what all of you have in store for us!
(Pardon my paint-covered fingers)
technology related sensory memories from my childhood
- sliding the metal cover on floppy disks
- the slight resistance of inserting cassette and video tapes
- ripping off the strips of holed paper off of dot matrix printer paper
- rolling the wheel on a disposable camera to take another photo
The heaviness and rubber texture of the roller ball in a computer mouse, and the little ring of lint
Unkinking the curly cord of a telephone while you talked
The -peww sound and slowly fading image of a crt monitor turning off, and then running your finger through the static on the dusty glass
The crunch of opening or closing a plastic Disney vhs cover
The sound effects in kidpix
Extending and collapsing metal antennas and using them as magic wands
Manually rewinding cassette tapes by spinning them around my fingers
Playing with the rubber casing of the buttons on a Walkman–pulling them away, rotating them, slipping them from side to side on the stiff posts of the buttons
The audio and visual static at the end of a videotape
The satisfying thwap-thwap-thwap as you page through a well-filled CD sleeve book
How weird and small and light the first cordless phone felt
Sticking your fingers into the holes of an older relative’s rotary phone they still have yet to replace, and pushing to get the dial to turn and the oddly-satisfying click-click-click to get to the right number.
The sheer loudness and weight of a typewriter: the loud clack! as keys struck paper, the high-pitched warning ding! at the end of the line, the whirring zip! of shoving the heavy carriage back to the start.
The blockiness of computer monitors and towers: huge boxes with sharp lines, cases a roughly textured matte beige.
Depressing the power buttons into the casing of various electronics - and if you didn’t push hard and deep enough, it wouldn’t turn on at all.
Turning the heavy handle on the inside of the car door, and the window lowering in soft jerks.
The weight of your parents’ camera and the strange milky brown of new film being installed before the back of the camera was shut with a soft click.
The actual smell of the camera film.
The smell of the house after getting the first window-unit air conditioner. (It smelled like other people’s houses, not ours.)
The high-pitched, barely audible whine of the television tube.
The sound and feel of turning the TV dial really fast, past the empty channels (and it was faster for UHF than for VHF, since there were so many more UHF frequencies.)
E v e r y t h i n g about the slide projector–the back light when the man lamp isn’t on, the sound and feel of the fan, the motion and sound of the slides being pushed in and pulled out and the carousel advancing, the clunk when the direction is changed, and the glow of the images…
The heavy feel of turning the film strip in class. That God awful BEEP.
that awful squeak when you used the new piece of chalk on the board.
spinning the dial of the radio to find the right station and the joy of finding some obscure station that you could only get if you fiddled with the knob just right.
A scratched CD skipping in the same place every time.
Placing the arm of the record player down, how sharp that needle could be.
The gargantuan effort of trying to turn the wheel of a car with no power steering.
the cracked, sharp, extremely hot vinyl seats of your parent’s van.
Watching the analog numbers flip on the pump at the self serve gas station.
The heat expelled from the side of the teacher’s overhead projector and the smell of non-toxic transparency markers.
The gradual slowing of the Walkman as the batteries died.
Pulling a 5.25″ floppy disk out of a cloth-paper sleeve.
The heft of the gray, brick-like Gameboy and perching like a gremlin under a table lamp so you could actually see the screen.
The ksssshhhhh-boing-a-boing-a-beep-kssssssssh of the modem connecting.
Sticking your finger through the swinging silvery door of the coin return on a payphone and scooping forward to look for change.
Sliding the switch on the splitter from TV to AV to watch a movie.
Pressing your nose to the tv screen and seeing the tiny, tiny vertical bars of red, blue, and green
The smell and unnatural chill of freon when the car air conditioning came on.
Just a single one from me, but liking a movie enough to rewind the VHS on the slowest mode so I got to see it again, just backwards and a bit faster
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If there's a sale on halo polish, he'll be the first to know✨
When Smiting isn’t an option, but you wish it was.
[ID: Four screencaps from Taskmaster. Mae Martin says, "Come on, Bosco." A dog-shaped contraption, made from the fabric of a black umbrella wrapped around a wheeled box, rolls across the floor of the room. It has googly eyes stuck on it, a tartan ribbon around its neck, floppy black ears, and metal umbrella ribs poking out of its back. The umbrella's tip forms its nose. Mae explains, "He's a wire-haired border brolly." End ID.]
Congratulations to The Register for what might be my favorite coverage of the indictment.
Wait, the closing paragraphs are pretty strong, too.
i love this dumb little angel
the inherent intimacy of taking care of your partner’s bad knee, that’s ✨romance✨ baby!