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chickenfarmersan

alamuts-lair-of-madness

At least show us the bison!

chickenfarmersan

zdravomilla-deactivated20220114

The best update.

milqi

wholesome and true - do not mess with the wildlife

thestraggletag

This man would survive a horror movie.

aaliyah-draws

Keep fighting

I’ve been wanting to share this comic ever since I noticed that after the first two weeks of protesting most of social media started “going back to normal” as if there aren’t still people walking out and protesting making sure this movement doesn’t go silent or looked over. I appreciate every single individual that is out in those protests helping and being vocal for this change. Also those continuing to spread word and help out through petitions and donations. I wish y’all to stay safe and well.

rhinozilla

I tell you what trope I’m tired of, is the one where two characters full on meet, date, get engaged, get married and THEN discover that one of them wants kids and the other doesn’t. Like, fam, ya’ll should have had that conversation waaay before that point. And it’s almost always presented as the child-wanting character as the one in the right, whereas the not-child-wanting one is being selfish/immature/just needing some convincing. With heterosexual couples, it’s also almost always the woman who wants a child and the man who doesn’t.

This is usually followed by the aggravating scenario where the characters go through Something Dramatic, and afterward the other character is like “okay, it turns out I do want kids after all, I just needed to grow and mature into a real adult.”

Like. STOP IT.

There’s nothing wrong with someone who doesn’t want to have kids. They don’t need fixing, and they shouldn’t have to “give in” to their partner’s desire to have kids. Compromise in a relationship is for things like what movie to watch tonight or what to have for dinner, not whether or not they should CREATE A HUMAN.

STOP. DOING. THIS.

whumpypepsigal

Prodigal Son s01e11: Malcolm gets another stress-induced hallucination, this time of his father—Martin who tells Malcolm that he needs to make his hand three inches to free himself from the restraints. So Malcolm (painfully!) smashes his thumb with a hammer.

(the way he screams tho…😭👀 oh my whumpy heart)

(video source: FOX)

dovabunny

The single funniest thing I’ve seen in 2019 (sound on)

jl-streams

This is so funny? Why does it only have 500 notes I’m screaming I feel this Italian in my soul

pinkpiggy93

The battle after Armageddon - part 4

Have we lost all hopes, is there no chance that the world could be saved?

Part 3

The Battle after Armageddon - part 3 I know you were testing them, God. But is this part of your plan as well, i wonder... Part 4 Part...

From here you can find the links to previous parts :)

pinkpiggy93

The Battle after Armageddon - part 3

I know you were testing them, God. But is this part of your plan as well, i wonder…

Part 4

The battle after Armageddon - part 4 Have we lost all hopes, is there no chance that the world could be saved?

Part 2 https://pinkpiggy93.tumblr.com/post/186860176827/the-battle-after-armageddon-part-2-aziraphale

Part 1 https://pinkpiggy93.tumblr.com/post/186841791347/the-battle-after-armageddon-i-pray-this-is-not

pinkpiggy93

The Battle after Armageddon - part 2

Aziraphale, the Principality, angel of the Eastern gate, is on the front line

part 1 is here https://pinkpiggy93.tumblr.com/post/186841791347/the-battle-after-armageddon-i-pray-this-is-not

Part 3 https://pinkpiggy93.tumblr.com/post/186890580192/the-battle-after-armageddon-part-3-i-know-you

Part 4

The battle after Armageddon - part 4 Have we lost all hopes, is there no chance that the world could be saved?

pinkpiggy93

The battle after Armageddon.

I pray this is not our last good bye, angel

part 2 here https://pinkpiggy93.tumblr.com/post/186860176827/the-battle-after-armageddon-part-2-aziraphale

Part 3 https://pinkpiggy93.tumblr.com/post/186890580192/the-battle-after-armageddon-part-3-i-know-you

Part 4

The battle after Armageddon - part 4 Have we lost all hopes, is there no chance that the world could be saved?

oldworldasshole-deactivated2019

Good Omens + Oscar Wilde 2/?

“I don’t want to go to heaven. None of my friends are there.”

ineffablegame

I’m sure this has already been hc’d but if you will Allow Me:

The Fab 5 go to England. They’re on a mission from God. They find Aziraphale and Crowley, smitten and pining and fussy and afraid and ridiculous, and they know this is why they’ve been plucked out of the heart of America: to save these pathetic, middle-aged, clearly-besotted gays from themselves.

They burst into the bookshop in a flurry of Gay Drama and mics and cameras. Aziraphale, who has been determinedly putting off a customer for the past fifteen minutes, looks up and sees JVN. He freezes.

Crowley slithers out from behind a shelf and boggles. “White Jesus,” he whispers.

Jonathan tosses his hair. “In the fa-lesh!”

“I beg your pardon,” Aziraphale stammers, “who are you?”

“We’re here to deliver you from your sad, crusty old lives!” Jonathan says.

The Fab 5 get down to business. Crowley and Aziraphale are helpless to stop their onslaught. But the Fab 5 have never dealt with immortal, supernatural entities before, so they have their work cut out for them.

Bobby is determined to spruce up the bookshop, but soon realizes its cranky, fussy owner has a will the size of Mount Sinai and refuses to budge. Every book must be kept in place, not one particle of dust disturbed. Bobby’s suggestion that Aziraphale start selling eBooks to pep up business is met with glacial silence. Crowley is no less stubborn, refusing to make his flat more homey with the addition of a sofa one might actually enjoy sitting on.

“If I want to be comfortable, I’ll go to the bookshop,” Crowley says. He means to sound disdainful and can’t understand why Bobby looks so touched.

Bobby gets one concession from Aziraphale - that potted plant will bring a little color to the bookshop, yes, I suppose that isn’t such an awful suggestion. In any case, Crowley offered me one of his.

Antoni has his own struggles. He’s used to finding food that repulses him, but he’s never had to contend with someone who has no food at all. He scours Crowley’s flat from top to bottom and can’t find a crumb. Just looking at the place, you’d think Crowley never ate at all. Aziraphale is another matter - the little kitchenette above the shop is packed with sweets, cookies and cakes and chocolate-covered strawberries and, bizarrely, a plate of oysters sitting on the counter that never warms to room temperature. “You should really try to balance out your diet,” he suggests.

Aziraphale purses his lips. “I am quite content with my diet, thank you.”

Antoni shrugs off Aziraphale’s chilly attitude. The next day, disquieted by the oysters still sitting on the counter - really, they might still be cool, but that has to be unsanitary - he bins them. Aziraphale gives him the kind of murderous, eldritch-horror look that would shatter Antoni’s mind if it weren’t for the amazing ability of the human mind to scab over inexplicable horrors. Antoni spends a long time staring at the camera, horrified and not quite sure why he’s horrified.

Tan is simply confused. Aziraphale and Crowley both dress well, even if the former wears clothes about 50-100 years out of date. But he can’t pin down Crowley’s style. The non-binary leanings are great, of course, but Tan has looked and looked and he can’t identify the clothing brands. Crowley’s clothes don’t have tags. Tan has never seen them advertised anywhere. Convinced Crowley must have some obscure designer on retainer, he asks who makes them. The demon just shrugs. “I do.”

“Really!” Tan is intrigued. “I didn’t know you designed clothes. Even the shoes?”

“My what?” Crowley asks, distractedly. Then he blinks. “Oh, yeah, the… the shoes. The shoes I wear. Ssssnakeskin.”

Tan doesn’t see much to be improved in Aziraphale’s classic - if antiquated - style. But he loves a good French tuck, so he suggests that.

“French?” Aziraphale says, looking absolutely revolted. That puts Tan off right away.

Karamo hones in on the pining like a bloodhound on the scent. In the back room of the bookshop, he sits on the sofa beside Aziraphale and gets down to business. “So, I sense you have feelings for Crowley. Tell me about that.”

Aziraphale flushes a delicate shade of pink. “I– I don’t, of course. We’re friends. Well, actually, we used to be enemies, but…” And he proceeds to occupy Karamo for the next four hours with the story. Karamo is entranced and a little heartbroken by the whole thing. It’s almost as if the two have been in love since the dawn of time, and they can’t quite figure it out.

Of all the Fab 5, Jonathan is the only one who isn’t remotely fazed by Aziraphale and Crowley. He flounces around the shop, flipping through books and charming customers in a manner that is wholly antithetical to Aziraphale’s shop policy, which is to drive customers away. Aziraphale and Crowley keep their distance, because - white or not - Jonathan does bear a striking resemblance to Someone they both knew, a long time ago. When Jonathan beckons them to the chair, they are powerless to refuse.

“Let’s give this a little zhuzh, honey,” he says, running his fingers through Aziraphale’s curls. The angel sits as still as stone, feeling coddled and vaguely threatened at once. Jonathan considers his hair, chewing on his lip. “Though honestly, your hair is already gorg.”

“Thank you,” Aziraphale preens. “I have it, ah, styled by a barber once every two months.” He hasn’t grown out his hair in fifty years, but the point still stands.

“I can tell,” JVN coos. “And ohmygosh, your skin is so soft. Practically divine!”

“A-ah, yes,” Aziraphale stammers, a little afraid again. “But it’s not. Totally normal… human skin.”

Crowley fares no better. “I love your hair!” Jonathan gasps, running his fingers through it. “So fiery!”

“Ngk,” says Crowley.

“Now, I know this sounds a little risky,” Jonathan says, “but have you ever thought about growing it out? Like, long long?”

Crowley perks up. “Did that a few times, actually. One of my best looks.”

“I’ll bet! I’m sure Aziraphale was literally all over you with that look!”

Crowley goes beet-red and chokes out, “Ngkngkngk.”

Later, to the cameras, Jonathan squeals, “Ilovethembothsomuch! Oh my god!”

When the Fab 5 are about to leave, Aziraphale asks, with a little trepidation, “Who, ah, who nominated us? If I may ask?”

“Some scary lady,” Antoni says, shivering. “Though now that I think about it, we never got her name…”

“Scary but somehow super nice? If that makes sense?” Jonathan puts in. “Like, Mama Bear literally about to rip off your head, but also who loves you more than anything?”

They leave. Standing outside the bookshop, watching the camera crew disperse, Crowley murmurs to Aziraphale, “You think that was really Him? Seriously?”

Aziraphale shrugs. “Could be. That would be Her sense of humor.”

“Hmm.” Crowley scuffs a toe on the pavement. “Could I tempt you to a spot of lunch?”

Aziraphale wiggles on the spot. “Yass, queen!”