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[jim-to-your-bones]

i’ve moved to @pxrgatorium

needed a full reset for my tumblr so i’ve moved blogs! i’ll be over at @pxrgatorium from now until the foreseeable future

don’t let the aesthetics fool you i still post fandom stuff, just slightly different

[writing-prompt-s]

The four horseman of the apocalypse ride to end the world. but there’s one thing they never expected. A small group of sassy children

[jim-to-your-bones]

good omens

[knifefightscene]

end of the year mood

[cartwheelandfaceplant]

This is funnier the earlier in the year it’s blogged.

[jim-to-your-bones]

Ring in the New Year by watching Inception! The Only Movie Ever!

[henrysfox]

This, Adriadne, would be a kick. Inception (2010), dir. Christopher Nolan.

[triwizarded]

who here was on tumblr 4+ years ago

[s3micharmedlife]

[tariqah]

No phone calls, no groceries: Kashmir on edge under lockdown

SRINAGAR, India (AP) — Tens of thousands of government forces in riot gear patrol Indian-controlled Kashmir. Streets lined with shuttered sh

The communication blackout — with landlines, cellphones and internet all down — means that people within Kashmir can’t call one another or speak to friends and relatives outside the region, relying only on limited cable TV and local radio reports.

In a nationally broadcast address Thursday night, Prime Minister Narendra Modi said his government made the move to free the region of “terrorism and separatism.” He added that the situation will soon “return to normal gradually,” although he gave no specifics.

At the Shri Maharaja Hari Singh hospital in Srinagar, doctors told The Associated Press on Thursday that at least 50 people had come in with wounds from pellet guns and rubber bullets, the ammunition security forces often use to disperse protests.

Razir Mir, 32, described hearing a loud bang on Monday and opening his front door to find his wife, Rabiya, “face down on the street. Blood was pouring from her eyes,” he said.

Rabiya, who was left with blurred vision, said that after hearing the government’s announcement that Kashmir’s special status had been stripped, she thought to buy vegetables, anticipating a long curfew period in Srinagar.

“The moment I came out from my house, the soldiers out there shot at my direction,” she said, as the couple’s 2-year-old cried.

Rubeena Mehraj from central Kashmir was convalescing at the hospital after giving birth.

“When I called for an ambulance, I started traveling to Srinagar because I was expecting, but the ambulance was stopped at so many (checkpoints) along the route that I gave birth inside the vehicle,” Mehraj said.

Outside the busy hospital, people struggled to communicate with family and neighbors.

A woman peering out of a window asked a group of reporters if they could find out about a sick person from a family living nearby. “We’ve no contact,” the middle-aged woman said before she could give her name as soldiers ordered journalists to move on.

No news was coming from elsewhere in the tense region.

Police and paramilitary officials enforcing the restrictions said they were clueless about how long the curfew would continue. “We know only about what’s going on in the street we’re deployed. We don’t know how it is in the next street,” said a police official in Srinagar’s city center who could not be named in accordance with standard practice.

[gaylittlepieceofsh1t]

Adding on to my silence as someone who is half kashmiri (we all live in Delhi we migrated): i can't talk about this at any media platform without being labeled as terrorist aligned. even tumblr is risky. Please non kashmiris reblog because we cannot speak up so easily without our community shunning us.

[durzarya]

Random Good omens thought. Any of you guys noticed that Pepper and Adam swapped bikes?

Like this is from the first episode

This is Pepper talking about how she wanted some fun bike, but got a girl’s one instead.

And this is when the Them go to the airbase

Dog is sitting in the basket, and Pepper has a cool bike.

So my headcanon? They swapped.

[thanksveryga]

sorry for not crediting earlier but forineffablereasons’ tags are a gift to humanity

[ruffboi-mags]

Frankly, given technically she’s still riding a girl’s style bike, I think what happened was more:

Pepper: with a BASKET

Adam: I’d like a basket.

Brian: It’s not too bad without the basket, we could paint it something cool

Wensleydale: Actually, my parents have some paint in the garage, red and yellow?

Pepper: Fuck. Yes..

[neil-gaiman]

That would have been my explanation too.

[turnipoddity]

Imagine,, Crowley signing ‘I want to hold your hand’ to Aziraphale as a joke, but then Aziraphale takes it seriously and now they’re both flustered and holding hands

beatles is good for your soul

[salty--bones]

Hey guys so apparently there’s a deleted scene where crowley sleeps in silk pajamas. But when I heard that I pictured these (but in black). So.... if anyone with some artistic ability wanted to draw this that would be awesome! Because I want to see it but I have 0 artistic ability.

[ineffable-feels]

Ding!

Archangels Gabriel and Michael sat glowering at the nearby hovering screen. It was emitting chimes practically nonstop.

13:24:45: [Aziraphale] Moved one (1) plastic cup to trash bin. 13:24:47: [Aziraphale] Moved one (1) cigarette butt to trash bin. 13:24:48: [Aziraphale] Moved one (1) plastic straw to trash bin. 13:24:49: [Aziraphale] Moved one (1) styrofoam container to trash bin. 13:24:52: [Aziraphale] Moved one (1) left sock to trash bin.

“Why doesn’t he just miracle all of them in at once?” Michael asked in frustration.

“You damn well know why,” Gabriel muttered. Ever since that horrifying day that Aziraphale stood in a column of demonfire and then belched out a gout of it at them, it seemed that he was going out of his way to just piss off the management with incessant spam.

Gabriel sighed in relief when he saw that the onslaught of messages stopped for a bit. “Anyway. I was thinking that if we do want to arrange for the Big One™, we might want to–”

Ding!

13:25:49: [Aziraphale] Removed one (1) Swastika graffiti.

Michael glanced at the screen. Then she shrugged and shared a nod with Gabriel. “Fair.”

“… we might want to have you get a few more ‘contacts’ in low places, if you know what I mean,” Gabriel continued.

Michael took a breath to respond.

Ding!

13:25:58: [Aziraphale] Applied one (1) graffiti reading 'Gabriel <3 Beelzebub.’

Michael stared at Gabriel, her eyebrows twitching up questioningly.

Gabriel shifted uncomfortably in his chair, “… well, now he’s just being petty. Come on, Aziraphale.”

Michael decided to ignore it and move on, “I may be able to make some arrangements. Even if the holy water didn’t work out as planned, the exchange was still marked as satisfactory…”

Ding!

13:26:15: [Aziraphale] Applied one (1) graffiti reading 'Gabriel = Gross Matter.’

The two archangels scowled at the readout. “Something needs to be done about him,” Michael said.

Gabriel raised his eyebrows in a doubtful look. “Soooo… you saying you wanna be the one to confront him about it?”

Michael sat quietly for a moment, glancing aside nervously as she recalled the image of Aziraphale’s gleeful, hellfire-engulfed features.

“… on second thought, we have better things to do,” she murmured.

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! …

13:26:49: [Aziraphale] Created one (1) grain of rice. 13:26:50: [Aziraphale] Created one (1) grain of rice. 13:26:51: [Aziraphale] Created one (1) grain of rice. 13:26:52: [Aziraphale] Created one (1) grain of rice. 13:26:53: [Aziraphale] Created one (1) grain of rice. 13:26:54: [Aziraphale] Created one (1) grain of rice. …

[bees-of-passage]

Beelzebub & Michael: IN YOU GO, INTO THE FREAKING BATHTUB, YOU *beep* SOPPY DEMON

Aziraphale-as-Crowley, feeling the holy water with a toe: Ok guys but first where are the mango-scented bath salts I demanded as my last wish

[willsurelycomemyway]

Know what’s another kind of representation in Good Omens that doesn’t get enough applause? Age.

Even though Crowley’s appearance is described in the book as that of a “young man” the show’s two most popular characters are played by actors who were pushing 50 (Sheen is 50 this year and Tennant is 48). Yet that didn’t stop them from having Tennant turn up the smoldering sex appeal to 11 (Zira’s sexy to me too but I mean that’s not necessarily an aspect of his character in the same way, yall get what I’m saying…hopefully), and it hasn’t stopped both of them from being objects of….very aggressive shipping by fans of all ages. 

Then there’s the Tracy and Shadwell romance, two fairly elderly characters, but it’s not treated any differently than if they were young. I mean sure it’s mildly comical in the sense of keeping up the show’s overall tone, but it’s not like their age itself is the joke.

(Quick tangent re: character romances, this is a difference between British vs. American TV I’ve noticed before, in UK media it seems more common to see older characters still treated like full fledged human beings who are still interested in love and sex and deserve those things too. Even so, it’s still rare enough overall that it stands out to me.)

Anyway, then you have a lot of age diversity among both men and women in the supporting cast too. War is described as a stunningly beautiful 25 year old in the book. In the show she’s a stunningly beautiful 43 year old (Mireille Enos). Pollution, played by Lourdes Faberes, is 44. Doon Mackichan (Archangel Michael) is 56.

Also Michael is the angel who in legend personally battled Lucifer and cast him down into Hell, and is frequently depicted in military dress. I just feel like in some shows even if they’d taken the step of casting a woman it’d still be a young actress strutting around in skimpy Wonder Woman looking armor or something. Instead they have this middle aged woman radiating power in a smart suit but also glittery make up and she’s quite attractive but not in a objectifying way and…it’s just good, fam.

So, you know, thanks to the show runners/cast/crew for being kickass in yet another way.

[herzdieb]

Crowley and Aziraphale vs their Google Search history

[goodomensblog]

Love Stories

Prompt:  what would happen if an absolutely hammered Aziraphale drunk-Summoned Crowley?

Crowley goes too slow, Aziraphale drinks copious amounts of alcohol, and a bookshop is (very nearly) set on fire. Again. 

Love Stories

In a book, a story has a beginning, a middle, and an end. When the last ink has spilled, and the page continues on white and blank, it is over. Finished. Done. All that remains is the closing of the book - when one, with a sense of finality, presses the hard front and back together, sealing words and ink within.

Life is not like stories, or books.

You might, perhaps, go on an adventure. Defeat your enemies. Maybe even fall in love. But unlike the stories, there is no neatly printed “happily ever after,” and the book does not close; rather, life simply…goes on. 

After the world had definitively not ended, and Aziraphale and Crowley had, against all odds, avoided destruction at the hands of their respective employers - they’d gone to lunch. There, they’d shared a lovely meal while talking and laughing, their hands resting on the table, a delicate two inches apart. 

They’d finished the meal and strolled out to the Bentley which waited, as if summoned, one tire carelessly perched on the curb. 

Crowley had driven Aziraphale home. 

Outside Aziraphale’s shop, a heavy, awkward silence had descended on the vehicle. Crowley’s fingers were drumming a nervous rhythm on the wheel; and Aziraphale, crushed beneath the impossible weight of six thousand years worth of unspoken sentiment, felt as though a vise was constricting his chest. Because after all that time, how did one even begin going about saying - saying -

At the time, he couldn’t think it, let alone say it.

The angel had stammered, filling the rigid silence with shallow, vague promises.

They’d talk on the phone. Really, they should do lunch again. When? Soon. Very soon. 

After, the silence had, impossibly, grown heavier. Aziraphale, manicured fingers curling over his knees, had looked to Crowley, wanting from the demon something he didn’t know how to begin to ask for.

Because Crowley had said it already - through actions, admittedly, more often than words. But perhaps - maybe that would be enough. It needn’t be anything grand. Something - anything that Aziraphale might use to drag himself out of these depths, to draw in just one single breath of air; enough to wrap-his mind around how to set about feeling out the shape of the words on his lips.

Crowley’s fingers squeezed the steering wheel, and Aziraphale had watched his knuckles pale in the dim light. 

Crowley had tilted his head, a carefree smile pasted crudely on his face and said, “Sure angel. Lunch sounds great.”

Aziraphale exited the car.

Crowley drove away.

And that was that.

The last period, black as a bullet, has marked the text. The rest of the page is white and blank.

It has been two week since Aziraphale got out of Crowley’s car. The story has ended, and yet, inexplicably, life goes on.

Crowley hasn’t visited. And he’s yet to call. Aziraphale sometimes worries, fear tickling the back of his mind as he painstakingly re-orders the bookshop Adam resurrected, that something could have happened to him. That Heaven or Hell have gone after him. 

After the initial spike of fear, the worry usually fades. 

Nothing has happened to Crowley. 

Aziraphale can’t explain how he knows. But he does. It’s a feeling as sure and solid as the leather-bound book in his palms. He would know if something had happened to Crowley. He’s sure of it.

Keep reading

[midqueenally]

requested by anonymous

[themostineptthateverstepped]

So you know why I love Good Omens?

Because it's HAPPY.

I am tired of watching shows and films that think that the only way to be compelling or "edgy" is to showcase abusive relationships and torture and kill their protagonists.

Good Omens is compelling because it shows genuine love, respect, and kindness when it would have been so easy to show literally anything else.

Crowley, a demon, doesn't lie to Aziraphale, doesn't hurt him or trick him, doesn't disrespect or power-trip him; he cares about him and treats him well. Aziraphale, an angel, never for a moment rejects Crowley for being a demon, he doesn't try to change him, tell him he is wrong or attempt to "save" him, but instead recognizes all of the good in him and treats him well.

The only unhealthy relationships are between heaven and hell, and they FREE THEMSELVES OF THESE ABUSES.

The whole thing is filled with healthy relationships of all kinds.

Adam and the Them? Even though Adam is seen as the leader of the group, he takes this as a responsibility to provide his friends with the best games and bring them joy, not as a means of controlling them.

Witches and witchfinders fall in love.

No one is tortured or tormented, the world does not end, and a fucking nightingale sings in Berkeley Square.

Good Omens was the first time I have watched a series that didn't leave me tense wondering when the hurt was going to start. I actually realized how emotionally abusive media has become, and that is so fucked up.