#p1ratew3nch

[generalsolo]

I just want to thank you for all your gifs! I only recently got into the granada show and it's nice to see a fandom for it. And thank you for documenting all the times Jeremy Brett started crawling around the floor.

Of course!  I love this show tremendously and I have a really good time giffing it, occasionally grainy footage and all.  It’s a very important series I plan to continue it

[dgcatanisiri]

Yeah, the latter is probably what it was.

Though, I look at the narrative flow, going from the Templars in Val Royeaux to Fiona’s invitation to the meeting in Redcliffe... It legit feels to me like we’re being led to In Hushed Whispers, not Champions of the Just. Everything just feels like it’s building up this threat in Redcliffe to deal with NOW.

Of course, end of the day, I’d sooner have had both quests available, rather than them being mutually exclusive. Like, sure, give a cost to whichever you leave for later, but...

[nonasuch]

I have loads of fabric of varying weights (no idea as to materials); lots of yarn; a full leatherworking studio (loads of leather and stuff to work it); technically a kiln and a small smithy (although afaik neither is set up); loads of paints, pens, crayons, colored pencils; lots of washi tape; and I'm pretty sure there's still stained glass stuff in the garage. Also a rock tumblr. And an inability to focus on a project. (and probably more stuff I don't remember offhand)

Also! I have a small loom, and a full-sized loom (presently in pieces), a couple of spindles, and a large-breed dog that sheds mountains.

it sounds like you are set up for literally any craft you want, but I know the struggle is real re: focus.

That said, I think you should make a rag doll of a fictional character who typically wears armor/has weapons, and fully kit them out. Maybe Alanna of Trebond? Or Sabriel?

[thisiswhymomworries]

I think the anon might be calling the Fury Road post fatphobic, considering the "bloated ancient corpse-like dictator" bit, but idk.

OK that at least makes some sense, but I don’t remember--is The Main Bad Guy even fat? I get that always making the bad guys fat to show how greedy and selfish they are is Fatphobic, so that definitely could be the case here, but it’s been long enough that I don’t remember if the Main Guy (immortal ... joe??) is actually fat or not. I definitely didn’t read “bloated” as referring to that, more about the fact that he clearly should have died already but has been using up all the medicine and ... a breathing device? he had some sort of device right?

fuck it’s been a long time since I’ve seen this movie

but basically I read that as like, comparing him to those super old patriarchs from uber powerful families, like the Rockefellers and Waltons, where you see those guys on the news for getting a sixth heart transplant and you look at a picture of them and they look like they’ve already been dead for twenty-six years??

I read that more literally as “a bloated (ancient) corpse” not “ew a fat person”

all right, god, at least I know what that was about now. thank you so much for explaining, because I seriously do NOT have the energy for combing through 2+ hours of reblogging to search for Something That Is Maybe Problematic According To A Random Anon Clearly Not Sent In Good Faith

[aziraphales-library]

Do you know if anyone has done anything with Crowley and Ea-Nasir? (You know, the guy in Mesopotamia who would sell people sub-par copper and had a roomful of clay tablets complaining about him?) I need this for reasons.

I found three! They all have Ea-Nasir tagged as a character, so I hope at least one of these is what you might be looking for!

A Letter from “Crawly” to Azirapil by mostlydeadlanguages

This remarkable letter of unknown provenance surfaced recently in the cuneiform collection of the University of West Wessex. Addressed to Azirapil from a Mr. “Crawly,” it appears to be begging for the other’s return to Ur from a western journey with another individual, Abiraham. The relationship between the two (brothers? business partners? friends?) is unknown.

Complaint to A-Ziraph, On the Matter of Some Clay Tablets by toadstar

The ancient Cuneiform complaint tablet to Ea-Nasir has spawned multiple fanfics. Let me be the first to write a Good Omens crossover.

People Will Say We’re In Love by giddyant

Crowley and Aziraphale wander through history being massively, obviously in love.

~Mod P

[thegoodomensdumpster]

For the blelele fart noise thing: I found this on youtube. watch?v=6nswCyODPSQ

Oh thank you! I’m gonna reblog the video under the original post :)

[jellygay]

Patreon requests for @p1ratew3nch and Tact

[tacticalvisor76]

Poly Reaper76 and their first holiday season [back] together?

a/n: here you go, sweetie, sorry for the delay in getting this out. i ended the request on a bit of a hopeful note so i hope that’s okay!! 

It’s difficult. You could feel the tension in the air, and at the drop of a hat it could all just come back and bite all three of you in the ass. But Jack and Gabe are tired, you’re tired, and despite everything all three of you are trying. 

Trying being the keyword, and mostly end up frustrated with the other making you want to tear your hair out. 

It’s a rough start, what with getting the three of you into the same home. The same room, or even an arm's length near one another. 

Talks of the old happy days make all of you upset, closing yourself off to go and do something else. Wishing that you could all just get along for a few minutes to do something other than just look so sad at what the other has become and what happened in the past. 

All three of you note how much colder the separate beds feel when the other’s you’d share it with are so close, yet so far away. None of you are able to get a restful nights sleep. 

Not a single one of you will admit that you couldn’t sleep because the beds felt cold and that you missed having the other in the same bed with you. You all just played it off as something else and set about doing whatever was planned for today. 

Outings are a little bit nicer, biting tones switched out for something softer, more closer to heart that brings a small to your faces. 

Standing there, bags in their hands, banter and words not near as sharp and hateful as usual. You smiled, maybe just maybe everything can work out. This could work out between all three of you again.