extra virgin olive oil characteristics: sensitive to light, low acidity, often protected by a dark glass bottle
extra virgil olive oil characteristics: pressing desire to mention aeneas’ piety, guiding dante himself through hell, coming into practical knowledge of apiculture
juvenile behaviour: often a precursor to adult demeanour, sometimes risky, always a learning experience
juvenal behaviour: asking “who will guard the guards themselves?”, retrospectively commenting on domitian’s rule through satires, inspiring suzanne collins to write the hunger games
extra virgin olive oil characteristics: sensitive to light, low acidity, often protected by a dark glass bottle
extra virgil olive oil characteristics: pressing desire to mention aeneas’ piety, guiding dante himself through hell, coming into practical knowledge of apiculture
i was tagged an aeon ago by the unparalleled @theoldaquarian and have now come to redeem my ask meme voucher at last
last song: Memory from Cats the Musical because I have only recently come to terms with the fact that it’s a pastiche of T.S. Eliot’s Preludes and Rhapsody on a Windy Night (look I knew our friend Jellicle Cat and the premise was inspired by him but holy frick I didn’t know even the songs were part of this conspiracy)
last movie: Rogue One - got sucked in by my adoration of Mister Donnie Yen who also plays my adorable Ip Man and came out of it with a broken heart and an incomparable love for K-2SO (also known as potassium sulfate, my salty robot darling).
currently watching: Queen: Love and War (간택) which is a historical k-drama that’s cute and a bit trashy but gets awarded extra points for getting me through 6 whole exams... but I do intend to start Lucifer and Schitt’s Creek soon.
currently reading: mainly a bunch of horror webtoons (spoopy season hehe) but in terms of actual literature it’s Haruhi Murakami’s Kafka on the Shore! a super interesting read that’s left me with a lot more questions than answers in the best way.
currently craving: the sweet embrace of the void 순두부 찌개 (soondubu jjigae - the spicy korean kimchi tofu stew) and rice I MISS EATING OUT SO MUCH :((
tagging @idanit, @imperiousheiress, @splitting-infinities, and @eunyisadoran, and you, if you wish!
Bringing to you the second chapter of the podfic for A Portrait in Synesthesia by @jessicafish !
It’s an absolutely stunning work about an angel, a demon, and the stars and colours that bring them together. Please, mind the tags and content warnings.
Fandom: Good Omens
Rating: Mature
Archive Warnings: N/A
Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley, Crowley & Original Female Human Character
Cast: @d20owlbear, @gottagobuycheese, @imperiousheiress, @internetkatze, and @silent--sonata
Find the chapter here.
As always, this chapter is fully voiced and has original music and art! The cover art (above) has been made by the wonderfully talented @imperiousheiress - go and check them out!
It's finally complete! A fully voice acted dub for @smudgeandfrank incredible comic, Hereditary Enemies! I am so excited to start work on Alexandria 48 BC in the near future!
tagged by the most wonderful force of nature @theoldaquarian - this has been a great way to reflect on some of the better things in life in some not-so-good times :)
1. When you hear someone (or a group) playing or reciting something you made, and having a distant sense that everything is coming together perfectly. In the same vein, seeing someone using the gift you gave them.
2. Someone referring to you as their friend. God, will I ever get used to this one?
3. Finding the perfect Real Life Food Taste association with an object or person. Most recently, this was tomato-flavoured chips (crisps).
4. Sending friends a really cursed/feral thing and watching them recoil in loving horror. Well, at least I hope it’s loving.
5. Sitting in a big group of your friends at their most chaotically endearing and just watching how they interact, wondering at how, out of all the people you’ve met and all the places you could be, you’re here with them now, sharing this infinite moment.
6. You know those sometimes terrifying science songs (original and parodies), complete with music videos and often highly-autotuned singing. People who work in or study STEM, never stop being the delights you are.
HERE’S A LINK. AND ANOTHER. AND ANOTHER. AND ANOTHER.
7. The brief moment of silence when a performance ends and you’re sitting there just basking in the fact that you’ve completed something.
8. When you feel like... spiky (?) warmth come back into your hands and restore the elasticity to your joints.
9. Friendly head pats.
10. Cleaning your glasses perfectly.
I’m tagging @eunyisadoran + @idanit + @splitting-infinities + @runningturnip + @wyvernquill ! Please feel free to participate if you wish to as well :)
Hey remember when US and Russia was all like “We’re the best!!! We’ve won the space race!!!!” But India sent a kick-ass space probe to Mars and the whole mission was fuel efficient, costed less and a roaring success in the first try and then they were like “…..wait no that can’t be true” and still have the audacity to call us “underdeveloped” or only view us as a ‘third world country’? :)
For anyone who needs more info, the probe was called Mangalyaan (which literally means space probe vehicle) or Mars Orbiter Mission (MOM) and you can also get more information here and here
and shout out to the women engineers integral to the launch
“Indian staff from the Indian Space Research Organisation celebrate after the Mars Orbiter Spacecraft entered Mars’s orbit.
On November 5, 2013, a rocket launched toward Mars. It was India’s first interplanetary mission, Mangalyaan, and a terrific gamble. Only 40 percent of missions sent to Mars by major space organizations—NASA, Russia’s, Japan’s, or China’s—had ever been a success. No space organization had succeeded on its first attempt. What’s more, India’s space organization, ISRO, had very little funding: while NASA’s Mars probe, Maven, cost $651 million, the budget for this mission was $74 million.
This was not the only success of the mission. An image of the scientists celebrating in the mission control room went viral. Girls in India and beyond gained new heroes: the kind that wear sarees and tie flowers in their hair, and send rockets into space.”
there’s a movie adaptation of this! it’s obviously more dramatized/they use different names but i really really loved the movie! it’s called mission mangal and it was the first time i had heard of this and i was so surprised that literally? no one talked about it??? what they accomplished is incredible.
ALSO, Mangalyaan launched in 2013 and was meant to be a 6 month mission. It’s been in orbit around Mars now for more than 5 years and has enough propellant to keep going for even longer.
"A portrait by an unknown artist, oil on canvas, painted in Germany in 1771. The identity of the noblewoman portrayed is unclear and subject to debate in academic circles; her name appears to translate to 'Lady Crowley', and the elaborate carvings in the frame suggest she may have been the daughter or wife of a religious scholar - however, in this case, the many snake accessories alluding to Original Sin may not be entirely flattering..."
(First half of the art for @under-a-linden-tree 's lovely mini-bang fic What Edens of Seclusion! Please check it out here!)
The first chapter of the fic that @cassieoh and I have been working on for the @do-it-with-style-events Good Omens mini bang is now up!
Rating: T
Chapters: 1/5 (final wordcount will be ~18k)
Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley
Main Tags: far future, post-apocalyptic earth, nature reclaiming civilization, crisis of faith, melancholy
Summary: Decades after the world didn’t end, Heaven and Hell got their war — and nearly destroyed everything in the process.
When Aziraphale finally manages to reacquire a corporation and return to Earth, he discovers he was gone longer than he thought and the planet has become unrecognizable. As he searches for Crowley and tries to figure out how he fits in a world that Heaven, Hell, and God have all wiped their hands of, nature works around him to reclaim the bones of an old civilization as the scraps of humanity build a new one.
Chapter 2 is now up! In which we consider the first part of Clarke’s first law. Or: When a distinguished but elderly angel scientist states that something is possible, they are almost certainly right.
I’m super excited to share my compositions for the @do-it-with-style-events mini bang! It’s been a super fun experience to work as an artist, in tandem with @impishtubist (who has consistently slain me with her beautiful writing).
Forever is Our Today is the name of the fic!
Written by @impishtubist, accompanying music composed and recorded by @silent--sonata. It’s a heart-wrenching and tender read that left me hopeful, contemplative, and hurting a little. Seriously, go and check it out for yourself.
Five years after the failed Apocalypse, Hell finally carries out Crowley’s sentence.
So, without further ado, I present to you the music video for my song, “Forever is Our Today”, and a short instrumental for the fic, “Because, My Dear, I Have Faith”.
There's so much stupid terrible shit lately. Here are some cats.
If you have cats or other pets you want to share, feel free to reblog or tag me so I can ooh and ahh (aww!) at them. I wanna see your beautiful babies.
Marcus stopped abruptly in the middle of the grass. A woman in a blue dress was already sitting on the Crisis Bench. He didn’t recognize the dress. She looked up from where she was sitting.
“Sorry,” he said, holding up his hands. “I didn’t think anyone would be over here.” He didn’t think he remembered an introduction to anyone in that dress. It was a memorable sort of a dress. “I believe I ran into your mother inside?” he ventured, because he ran into so many mothers.
“She’s not here,” she said, which was not what he wanted to hear and which he absolutely could not handle at the moment.
“Right,” he said, trying to recover, pretending as if he’d just remembered something. “Your father–”
“We haven’t met,” she interrupted. “I’m not anyone.”
“Oh thank god,” he said, abandoning propriety to collapse onto the bench, dropping his head between his knees. “Thank you.”
“Too many people?” she said sympathetically.
“I’m really bad with faces,” he admitted.
“A lot of people are,” she assured him.
He dragged his hands down his face. “I just confused a Duke with a waiter.”
She bit her lip. “As long as you aren’t rude to waiters, you should be fine,” she said.
“I wasn’t rude,” he said. “I’m never rude. It would have been better if I was rude.” He buried his face in his hands. “I tipped him,” he said, anguished, muffled by his palms. Why had he been dressed like a waiter?
She burst out laughing, loud and with her head tipped back, overwhelming the empty garden. He separated his fingers to stare at her.
“Sorry,” she hiccuped, which immediately descended back into snorts. She laughed like she was hunting for truffles.
“Thanks,” he said, though he almost did feel better. “I’m feeling very supported in my time of need.”
“There’s only one thing you can do,” she said, wiping tears from her eyes, trying to dab at them to not destroy her makeup. Reflexively, he offered her a handkerchief, which she accepted. “You have to flee the country. It’s the only way.” She checked the handkerchief for signs of smeared eyeliner. “Leave your family. Change your name. Get a new family. Never tell them your dark secret.”
“I think my old family might notice if I got a new family,” he said, now resting his chin in his hands, elbows balanced on his knees.
“That’s why you have to burn your house down,” she said matter-of-factly, now holding his handkerchief in a neat fold in her lap. “Just burn the whole thing. Everything but your favorite hat. You leave the hat on top of the ashes for your family to find. ‘This must be him’ they’ll say. 'He would never have left his favorite hat’. It’s the perfect crime. Once it’s done, you become a pig farmer. Anyone comes around asking questions, you feed them to the pigs.”
“You seem like you’ve put a lot of thought into this,” he observed. “How are your pigs?”
She looked him over sidelong. “Hungry,” she said primly.
