well seasoned

[geeneelee]

Teeth are bullshit. What do you mean you’re decaying. Get a fucking grip. You’re a bone now act like it. You don’t see my finger bones decaying from jerking it too much now do you

[prinz-myshkin]

Bothersome beast, comforting friend

[neil-gaiman]

What’s your favourite line from good omens?

The invisible and unbreakable one that joins Crowley and Aziraphale.

[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

I like to think that Ed and Stede's favorite new hobbies will start as ways to help each other.

Ed devotes himself to learning to cook, because he wants Stede to always have a full tummy. Stede takes up baking because of how much Ed loves sweet things. Ed doesn't like helping Stede in the garden (dirty, sometimes he accidentally touches a worm) but he gets REALLY good at flower arrangements to keep their home beautiful. Stede learns to knit because Ed's feet are always cold in bed and he wants to make him warm socks.

Just...something about loving each other to the point of creation. Helping each other being a starting point to finding this concrete proof that their hands are capable of putting good things into the world.

[thataroacedude]

REBLOG IF YOUR BLOG IS A SAFE SPACE FOR AROMANTIC PEOPLE AND IF YOU THINK THEY ARE VALID

I want to see how many people actually are willing to say this and not just act like it

[voidcatofbedlam]

Achilles and Patroclus reuniting in the underworld

Gouache on canvas

Finished reading the Song of Achilles in a day and oh gods it hurt me so much I need to paint the ending scene

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[ur-daily-inspiration]

[inkipri]

sometimes all it takes is one cool breeze and i'm like. wow.. i'm going to live the fullest life everything is so great and i am so grateful and alive

[ato-dato]

The adventure of Muriel Part 1

[rylandsgrace]

Doctor Who 4.02 // Good Omens 2.05

[alivedean]

good omens crack → 1/?

[smalltall]

I listened to 'Butchered Tongue' and thought about my Irish great-great-grandfather. I thought about a movie I watched over twenty years ago--can't for the life of me remember the title--where a young Irish boy from my great-great-grandfather's time was forbidden from speaking his language by Catholic priests. When he disobeyed, the priests punished him with a tight collar of thistles that scratched and pierced his throat until he couldn't speak at all. I thought about how the Irish language leaps and ripples when spoken, appearing in my mind as a bright swift river. I thought of all the damage I've seen done to rivers--dams and factory runoff, discarded recliners. I remembered the goal I've had since high school to teach myself Irish Gaelic. I remembered the day I filled three trash bags by picking up bottles, cans, foam cups, license plates, chip bags, empty lighters from the riverbank near my house. I worked in the shadow of an old paper mill that had shat poison into this water for a hundred years. One of its drained chemical vats is a swamp now, and you can hear frogs singing up from the bottom. The river still had a few fish even when they could barely pass that slime through their gills; now, after a few decades of the mills standing empty, their numbers have grown. Riddled with PCBs and too toxic to eat, but they're here. Each year, more life. I'm learning how to sing Casadh an Tsugain phonetically. I don't know what the words mean yet but I'll practice until I can say them all. It's a start.

[your-villainous-neighbour]

Hozier b like "hey girl what if the ceaseless battle between unconquerable suffering (as a consequence of existence), and the indomitable human spirit, was just. in ur earphones. What if the constant tug of war between the limitlessness of love and inevitability of heartache was literally injected into u via sound. Like. just playing in ur ears for an hour. Take my hand. Let's take a stroll through hell, baby :) wouldn't that be gre- why are you crying"

[cujiicu]

De Selby Part 1 translation

A friend who was listening to Unreal Unearth asked me for some translation for the final verse of De Selby part 1, so decided to try offering my own transltion just from reading, and just some differences possibly in the interpetation

This isnt 100% word for word and some parts are approximations. Again, its very hard to convery the proper meaning of irish lyrics by translating them given theres just specific meanings in some words thats hard to convert properly as béarla

Bhfuilis soranna sorcha Reading 1: Althougth(?) you are amicable and bright Reading 2: Arent you amicable, Sorcha/ Arent you amicable and bright [Remember Sorcha is a given feminine name in irish deriving from our word for 'bright/clear'. Also, Soranna is likely a misspelled transliteration of So-ranna. In irish, we have so- (easy) and do- (difficult). So-ranna meaning 'easy to get along with/amicable/good craic]

Ach tagais 'nós na hoíche But you come in like the night

Trína chéile; Bewildered

Le chéile, claochlaithe Together, transformed

Bhfuilis soranna sorcha Arent you amicable and bright

Ach tagais 'nós na hoíche But you come in like the night

Is claochlú an ealaín Art is transformation

Is ealaín dubh í She is a dark art [Dubh (lit 'black') here could be a synonym with the more common dorcha ('dark')]

Bhfuilis soranna sorcha Arent you amicable and bright

Ach tagais 'nós na hoíche But you come in like the night

Trína chéile; Bewildered

Le chéile, claochlaithe Together, transformed

Bhfuilis soranna sorcha Arent you amicable and bright

Ach tagais 'nós na hoíche But you come in like the night

Is claochlú an ealaín Art is transformation

Is ealaín dubh í She is a dark art