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11 and 22 for the ask game?
what unusual talent do you have?
What I call my Party Trick: show me a dress, or a photo or painting of someone in a dress, and I will date that sucker to within 3-5 years, if not to the year.
if you could see any concert tonight what would you choose?
Definitely an Irish band, but hard to choose which. I think I'd go for The High Kings right now.
list of questions
3, 8 and 18 for the ask game
3. screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr
definitely gotta be "anticolonialism isn't a big theme in ofmd because they never show any on-screen acts of violent colonialism. if the writers wanted to make some sort of commentary on colonization they would've shown these violent historical atrocities on-screen in their romcom"
8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about
the idea that the show cares about "redemption" in the traditional sense of Bad Person Becomes Good or Person Who Did A Bad Thing Makes Up For The Harm They Caused. i think this comes from a lot of people not really picking up on the fact that ofmd doesn't care about physical violence in and of itself (bc like, they're all pirates, they all do violence, it would get hypocritical if they were like "killing people is wrong!" when the majority of the characters have absolutely killed people before and are not broken up about it). i see this shit thrown around all the time, sometimes rephrased as "the show is about second chances to become a better person" or "the show is about forgiveness and making amends." it's fucking baffling to me because like...
the badmintons were childhood bullies who both died in comedically gruesome accidents. calico jack betrayed ed and killed a bird and he got hit dead-on by a cannonball. ed’s abusive dad gets choked to death by his own son. there is no indication on whether stede’s dad is still alive, which implies that he’s dead and will never get the chance to repair his relationship with his son (which he probably wouldn’t give a shit about anyway). episode 5 has a bunch of racist french people die off-screen in various gruesome ways (drowning, burning, skinned alive with a snail fork and tossed overboard).
even with our leads! stede's journey in e10 is about him getting emotional closure/clarity and not about actually learning how abandoning his family hurt them emotionally (in fact, if it hurt them emotionally, the show barely went into any detail. it seems like they were more hurt by him coming back than disappearing in the first place). and ed shows no guilt or moral dilemma about his past of "loving a good maim" or "making some poor bloke eat his own toes for a laugh," just a kind of bored exhaustion because he's bored of living like that. and jim's story could be about how "killing people for revenge is bad," except that jim did very much kill the man who killed their family and has zero regrets about it.
anyway this is a good post about it but basically the thing everyone keeps confusing with "redemption" is the show's thesis of living authentically and being yourself and freeing yourself from the shackles of societal expectations—specifically the shackles of the white colonial cishetero patriarchy. and also at the same time this show is extremely pro revenge fantasy (who hasnt fantasized about their shithead childhood bully accidentally shooting themself in the face??), it just doesn't let revenge be the thing that actually heals its characters from trauma.
18. it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...
FRENCHIE X ED THE OFMD RAREPAIR OF ALL TIME!!!!! I WANT LIKE A 15K RATED T ONESHOT TITLED AFTER SONG LYRICS BUT WRITTEN ALL IN LOWERCASE SOOOOO FUCKING BADDD
🔥choose violence ask game🔥
Have you thought about doing Girls Just Wanna Have Fun?
YES
THANK YOU
I actually made this one months ago, but I’ve had the files sitting on my computer, just hoping that someone would request it
my time has come
Ok um prompt: Wolfstar + the words “Care to bet on that?”
“Piss off,” laughed Sirius. “Deer are herbivores. Herb, Prongsy. Plants. They eat grass and fruits and stuff.”
“I eat fruits,” said Remus, bouncing an eyebrow. Sirius scoffed and gave him a little shove, but Peter burst into sycophantic laughter.
“Steady on, Wormtail,” said James impatiently. “And it’s absolutely true. Deer have been observed in the wild eating small animals, roadkill, and carrion.”
Sirius tossed his head, “What a load of shit, Prongs. Give it up; you’re fooling no one.”
“He’s having you on, my love,” put in Remus.
“I’m not!” James insisted, half laughing. “I read it in a muggle wildlife magazine.”
“Where’d you get hold of a muggle magazine?” asked Peter.
James ignored him, “I reckon Prongs could hunt better than Padfoot.”
Sirius laughed incredulously, “All right then, care to bet on that?”
“Absolutely,” James grabbed hold of Sirius’s hand and shook it rather aggressively. “Bet you a Galleon I can catch, kill, and eat an animal next full moon. Before you can, Padfoot,” he added.
“Make it ten Galleons,” said Sirius carelessly.
“Fifty Galleons,” suggested Remus. “A hundred.”
“A thousand!” squeaked Peter. “A thousand Galleons!”
“Padfoot, I bet you the Potter family fortune.”
“What do you get if you win?” asked Sirius.
James considered, “You write my Transfiguration essays for the rest of term.”
“No bet,” said Sirius promptly.
So (if you feel like talking about this) what is The Untamed actually about? I’ve picked up a few details through tumblr osmosis but not much about genre etc.
HA. well *blows on fingers Tom Hanks style*
The Untamed is a web series drama based on a chinese novel. In short, it’s a historical fantasy drama about magic and spirits and gay musical instruments. But most importantly it’s a love story between the two leads, Wei Wuxian (chaotic disaster bisexual) and Lan Wangji (grumpy repressed gay).
and when I say love story, I do mean love story. basically, the novel depicts an explicit gay sexual and romantic relationship between the two, but due to chinese LGBT censorship laws they couldn’t do this in the show. So while it’s not ever explicit, they do everything in their power to tell this as a gay romance. Lingering touches, eye contact, yearning, flirting, love confessions, intimacy in every conceivable way. It’s unbelievable, tbqh. and I’m not exaggerating when I say I think it’s my favourite show I’ve ever watched.
I came for the gay, I stayed for the entire god damn show. The plot, the character developments, all the characters. They are flawed and nuanced and fascinating. The soundtrack is stunning. It’s funny, it’s silly, it’s charming, it’s heartbreaking. I cried a LOT, both tears of pain and tears of joy. I was hit by so many god damn plot twists in the BEST way. This thing is 50 episodes long and I’m telling you I wasn’t bored once.
tbh this show is all I’ve ever been looking for in terms of seeing a gay romance on screen. It’s love in its purest form. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen anything quite like it. british and american shows/films really don’t scratch the surface (for me) in comparison to this.
That’s my very brief summary for you, I don’t want to get spoilery but if you’re interested you can watch on netflix and if you’d like, I can offer some resources including:
this groovy doc about the queer coding used throughout the show
and this groovy doc which is a necessary introduction to the genre, story and characters
Prompt: Aziraphale and Crowley reading reviews for the bookshop
Thank you for the prompt @captainclickycat!
In hindsight, Crowley isn't sure why he set the blasted thing up to begin with. It was, more than likely (read: most definitely), the result of quite an extraordinary amount of alcohol, because all of his best (read: worst) ideas have always started that way and why would this one be any different?
This one, evidently, was him setting up an official Yelp account for A.Z. Fell & Co., Antiquarian and Unusual Books located singularly in one London, Soho. He's sure that it'd seemed like it'd be a laugh riot at the time, though he's not entirely sure why, and he's sure that his sloshed self had been perfectly positive that Aziraphale would never even find the page so honestly what did it matter?
What his sozzled brain hadn't counted on was that, for all of his long and storied existence, he'd been the architect of his own irritations and, like the best of cosmic jokes, it seems that he would continue to be for the rest of bloody eternity.
First of all, he'd truly never thought that Aziraphale would acquire, much less actually use, a mobile phone. But, here in the after of the world that shouldn't have been, it seems that stranger things have truly happened. Of course it didn't help that he'd kept suggesting that Aziraphale get one and then, had gone so far as to actually present the angel with one, fully loaded. He just hadn't counted on the angel taking the blasted thing with his bright, shiny, sea-foam eyes, to which Crowley had no functional defenses, and then take to using it like a fish to water.
The second thing, that came on the tails of learning to use his mobile, was that Aziraphale discovered that he could look up restaurants wherever they were and didn't have to count on Crowley to do so. Additionally, there were reviews he could look at that were just, "So helpful Crowley! Look at these humans, inventing something so useful. They always have been wonderfully creative." Each word was imbued with absolutely heinous amounts of love and good will and Crowley was really just the worst demon there ever was, because he was so damn charmed by Aziraphale being charmed that he didn't put two-and-two together before it stuck him upside the head like a two-by-four.
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"Crowley", Aziraphale whispered intently while Crowley was quite comfortably napping on the back room sofa.
Crowley tried to ignore it, he really did. He was so wonderfully comfortable and it really would be a shame to wake up. However, it's been established that he has fuck-all in terms of ability to deny Aziraphale anything, so of course he took the bait.
"Yes angel?", he replied, trying to infuse demonic levels of annoyance of nonchalance (read: sleepy, part-yawn, part-soft demon noises) into his tone.
"There are reviews, for the bookshop, on the Yelp!"
It takes Crowley a minute to catch up, because he's still not used to Aziraphale having internet access or knowing what something like Yelp is. He's about to wonder aloud what customer would actually be satisfied enough with Aziraphale's customer service skills to go so far as to write a review about it, before he realizes that he's the one who set up the account in the first place and promptly forgot.
"Wha, erm, what're they saying angel?" he asks, just a bit concerned that this might all be traced back to him.
Aziraphale scrolls down to the first review and Crowley comes up to read over his shoulder.
Marci S.
Soho, London, United Kingdom
2 Stars - 25/1/2020
"I've lived in Soho for years and finally decided to go in. The shop is in complete disarray, but the selection is great. I was satisfied until I actually tried to buy a book. The shopkeeper was icy, difficult, and downright combative. I left empty-handed. Not worth it."
Crowley cringes for a second, before Aziraphale huffs.
"Well, honestly, what did she expect? Hefting a first edition Austen around like that. Am I supposed to sell that to just anyone?" And Crowley wishes he wasn't so fucking impressed by Aziraphale's lack of propriety in these situations, but here he is, smiling like a loon.
"Oh, well of course. Why would she think she could buy a book in a book shop?" He gives a patented shit-eating grin which Aziraphale returns with an eye roll so well rehearsed it'd put Liz Lemon to shame.
"What else, angel?" Crowley asks because he's a glutton for punishment and he just loves that he still gets to rile Aziraphale up. That there's still a world where he can.
"Well, ah, here's another one." Aziraphale scrolls and lands on the next review which is, somehow worse.
Peter W.
Covent Garden, London, United Kingdom
1 Star - 22/12/2019
"Ponce of a shop owner wouldn't let me look at any of the rarer books. Been looking for a first edition Wilde for my son but the pansy wouldn't even let me near, real bastard he was."
Crowley can't help himself. Aziraphale is radiating righteous anger and looking more indignant by the second and it's just too good. Crowley's practical jokes never work out this well and he didn't even need to manufacture the reviews! A.Z. Fell & Co. has a 1.7 rating overall and he knows, he just knows, that every single one of those reviews are 100% honest.
Horribly, once he starts laughing, he can't quite stop. It takes the angel a second to realize that Crowley's breathy sounds aren't commiserating sounds of support but are rather poorly held back guffaws and he pulls out his best thin lipped glare and that's it, that's the end of Crowley's self control. He starts laughing in earnest, nearly bent over at the waist and feeling tears line his eyes, when he hears a truly irritated squawk leave Aziraphale's mouth.
He tries to speak through his bouts of laughter, "Oh, hah, angel, you-," he breaks off again, "you really are a bastard though." To which he receives a thunderous look, laced with millennia of angelic righteousness, a scathing, “Do shut up”, and a fussy turn that would've been a hair flip had Aziraphale had the hair to do so.
Aziraphale is manically scrolling before he stops and the air changes. If Crowley had been less filled with mirth, or had been less self-confident, he would've felt the change in tension. He would've realized that the specific change meant that Aziraphale had found exactly what he needed and that he was about to hand Crowley's arse to him for the 99 millionth time in their very long lives. But, as it was, Crowley was feeling far too chuffed for anything so fleeting as self-awareness.
When he finally looks back to the angel, planning a bit more gloating, he sees a carefully serene, calm smile reaching back, and his blood runs ice cold. This can't possibly be good.
"Well, how about this one, then?", he says and gestures for Crowley to read what's on the screen.
Naya L.
Lambeth, London, United Kingdom
4 Stars - 13/10/2019
"Mr. Fell is actually quite nice, if a bit fussy once you get to know him. He really knows his stuff. He let me use some of his original texts for my thesis. A bit odd, though, every time I went to do a bit more work or look at a new text, there was a man completely asleep, snoring, on the sofa. Weird look about him, sunglasses while indoors (even while sleeping?) and lots of black leather, definitely dyes his hair red. Looked a bit like a washed up rock star. Maybe a friend of Mr. Fell's? Either way, the selection is fantastic even if it smells a bit odd and seems a bit dingy."
Crowley's not laughing now. It takes a moment for him to register that the "indignant squawk" he heard was actually from his own mouth rather than the angel's.
"How dare she-, a washed up-, these are Valentino!" He yells gesturing wildly towards his own face and the sunglasses that aren’t actually there at the moment, creating more of a chaotic flapping than any recognizable gesture. And now it's the angel's turn to stifle a giggle behind a well-manicured hand. "And I do not dye my hair! It's just like this! I'm a demon, remember?"
At this, Aziraphale starts making a sound that Crowley will respectfully refer to as cackling. Of course, this was going just too well. And he clearly needed to stop kipping on the sofa as often as he did or it'd do awful things to his carefully crafted reputation.
"Oh, my dear, that's just divine” the angel says wiping an ancient handkerchief primly under his eyes. Crowley wants to be annoyed, and he is to some extent (he'll find bloody Naya L. and give her a piece of his mind, he will), but Aziraphale is just so happy and he's a true sucker for that laugh and that smile.
"M'not washed up, m'just retired." Through the haze of exasperation, he realizes, perhaps for the first time, that he really is. Retired, a retired demon. That’s what he is. Aziraphale seems to realize it too, because his smile morphs from snide and down right bastardly to warm so quickly it gives Crowley emotional whiplash.
"Yes, I suppose we are, dear." The angel puts down the phone and herds Crowley toward the sofa where they can get comfortable; Aziraphale seated on the far end and Crowley's head comfortably pillowed in his lap, angelic fingers carding through his (definitely, absolutely not, dyed) hair.
Were either of them to look at Aziraphale's phone screen, they'd see the review just below Naya L., which read simply:
Damian R.
Soho, London, United Kingdom
5 Stars - 10/10/2019
"Can’t remember why I went in there in the first place but there was a huge snake. Just a real big snake, all black and red and gigantic. Just sitting in the bookshop, not sure why. Nice lookin snake overall tho. Would probably go back."
Do you still take ineffable spouses song suggestions nowadays? If so I think “Tonight the Streets are Ours” by Richard Hawley is a good post-Armageddon one, after they’ve cut ties with head offices
[Verse 1] Do you know why you've got feelings in your heart Don't let fear of feeling fool you What you see sets you apart And there's nothing here to bind you It's no way for life to start [Hook] But do you know that Tonight - the streets are ours Tonight - the streets are ours And these lights in our hearts they tell no lies [Verse 2] Those people, they got nothing in their souls And they make our TVs blind us From our vision and our goals Oh the trigger of time it tricks you So you have no way to grow [Hook] But do you know that Tonight - the streets are ours Tonight - the streets are ours And these lights in our hearts they tell no lies [Bridge] And no one else can haunt me The way that you can haunt me I need to know you want me I couldn't be without you And the light that shines around you No, nothing ever mattered more than not doubting But tonight the streets are ours [Verse 3] Do you know how to kill loneliness at last Oh there's so much there to heal dear And make tears things of the past [Hook] But do you know that Tonight - the streets are ours Tonight - the streets are ours [Outro](sampling) These lights in our street are ours Tonight - the streets are ours And these lights in our hearts they tell no lies
(Lyrics from Genius.com)
Hi Lovely!!!!
YES!! I absolutely am, I’m just really behind all my playlists and just keep missing submissions!!
That said, LOVE THIS ONE!! This is a great song for them, for SURE!!! TOTALLY POST ARMEGDDON’T!! <3 <3 Thank you so much for this song!!
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1, 41 and 91 for the ask game
1. 6 of the songs you listen to most
To be completely honest, I have no idea, it all depends on what band or song I’m fixated on at the moment, so it’s more a question of album than song lol. Spotify says the past six have been Best of Queen (sorry), The Hobbit Soundtrack, Something Rotten, Neotheater, and the Good Omens soundtrack (what can I say, it’s really good work music)
41. For fun? Not sure, but currently I’m studying The Birth of Tragedy by Friedrich Nietzsche
91. I still attest, greatest super power would be to shapeshift into fictional characters. Bonus points being you may simultaneously look like a celebrity. Or a dragon, whichever.
