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@the-ineffable-aziraphale
IMPORTANT NOTE!!!
//Hey guys, mod here.
On account of recent interactions i’ve had with people on this platform, i feel the need to say I am EXTREMELY PRO-PALESTINE. And if you aren’t then get the fuck off my blog you are not welcome here.
Aziraphale would despise you.
“But the past couple of days I’ve missed you so much it’s felt like missing you is all I am.”
— Elizabeth Scott
I love you, it's ruining my life.
you have bewitched me body and soul angel…
Good Omens. But they are Two Rats.
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(this is parodying the original "Ace Attorney. But they are Two Rats." by RoomFullOfRocks on AO3. Go read it!!)
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A. Z. Ratfell gets home from his 18 hour shift at the book mines for rats. He kicks off his rat heels and drapes his furry rat body over the jouch (jean couch) of the shitty 3000 square feet apartment in the hallmark small town of Ratinburgh. This is christmas. That isn't important.
From the rat kitchen, calls Anthony J. Ratley, his rat boyfriend. Unlike Ratfell, Anthony J. Ratley does not wear clothes. He wears guitar.
"A. Z. Ratfell, my rat boyfriend!" calls Anthony J. Ratley. "I wrote a song on my rat guitar." Anthony J. Ratley stands on the jouch (jean couch), over his rat boyfriend in a vaguely threatening nonthreatening rat way.
A. Z. Ratfell looks up from behind his rat claws. He does not want to hear his rat boyfriend's song. His songs are bad. A. Z. Ratfell wants to lay on the jouch (jean couch) and watch The Great Rattish Bake Off. "I'll listen to it. Just like, after I sleep."
Anthony J. Ratley doesn't like that. He scoffs. "You never supported the arts! I worked for 30 minutes on this today! What did you do?" Anthony J. Ratley does not care much for the book mines for rats, his art is important.
The two old men rats rat kiss and live rataly ever after.
The end.
// hi guys, mod here!
i had to write a tv show review for my english project and ofc i did good omens, so here’s what i’ve got so far (not the final version btw, this is just a draft)
Good Omens - Review
Good Omens - the widely acclaimed television series is the digital adaptation of the novel Good Omens, published by Terry Pratchet and Neil Gaiman in 1990. The show chronicles the adventures and mishaps of two unlikely allies - an angel and a demon.
Crowley, a fallen angel who simply found himself in the wrong company and sauntered vaguely downwards, and Aziraphale, a heavenly principality with a penchant for fine cuisine, find themselves forging a rather scandalous bond over the course of six millennia, a bond which must remain unknown to their superiors in Hell and Heaven respectfully. Season 1 of the show follows their lives in the last eleven years leading up to the apocalypse and their rather hilarious efforts at an attempt to prevent it. From raising the reluctant Anti-Christ and ensuring that the Heavenly influences balance the Hellish, to fighting with War, Famine, Pollution, and Death personified, at the abandoned Tadfield airbase, this show has it all - romance, comedy, and a (not so) subtle satirical criticism of religious zealotry. Season 2, while more slow-paced, allows for the character development of our favourite angel and demon and highlights the struggles faced by two supernatural beings who have defected from their positions in order to carve out a fragile, peaceful existence for themselves on Earth.
Overall the show is a charming work of critique on religion and personal prejudices and encourages one to look deeper into the reason they believe the things they hold to be true and also to periodically question themselves to ascertain the absence of any judgemental biases against other individuals and minorities. Good Omens is my comfort show and has had a huge impact on my life. Crowley has taught me that sometimes it’s alright to question authority (even if it costs you your status as an angel), and Aziraphale has shown me that compassion, kindness, and a dash of rogue behaviour (completely unfit for a leader of the angelic forces) are virtues that one must strive to attain. I would recommend this show to anyone over the age of 15 as long as they’re not easily offended when they are called out on their mistakes, don’t mind a little sarcasm, and won’t let the satirical humour of this show fly over their heads.
// I'd be appalled if I saw you ever try to be a saint, I wouldn't fall for someone I thought couldn't misbehave //
An angel with many eyes that cry red and silver shows up. She has sing wings, black and red hair, and cracked skin in between the eyes. "My disguise isn't disguising! What do I do?!"
@alianna-arvine-astecia
Oh, well- Hello there. Are you alright dearie? Why are you crying? Is there anything the matter?
Disguise? What disguise? I’m afraid I don’t quite understand.
"Well... I tend to look more human, but that's not working right now!" She exclaims, half ready to take a blowtorch to the wings.
“Well, let’s all just calm down and think rationally now shall we. No blowtorches to your wings please.” Aziraphale says soothingly. He ushers her in to the bookshop and tells her to make herself comfortable.
“Would you like a spot of tea, dearie? Chamomile perhaps? It should help you cool down a little.”
He quickly puts a kettle for boiling and makes his way back to her cautiously, still trying to figure out what exactly is going on and if he should be worried. He briefly wonders if this is one of Crowley’s friends.
“Well then, what seems to be the matter dearie?”
She stops, giving a confused look before looking at herself. "Well... The fact that I'm covered in eyes and wings, probably? I can usually make them go away."
“Right, yes, makes sense. Do you know why you can’t make them go away? Also, not to be impolite, but who are you exactly?”
"Uh... No clue. I can usually make most of the eyes go away... Oh! My name's Alianna... I'm sorry for barging in."
“Oh that’s quite alright dearie, don’t worry about it. Is there anything I can do to help?” he asks reassuringly.
"I don't know... You're older. Do you know of anything I can do? Maybe I'm just... Stressed?"
“Ah” he says knowingly.
“Well there’s a lot of things you can do to destress. If you’re feeling anxious right now, I could help you with some breathing exercises?”
Aziraphale settles down at his desk chair and takes a sip of his tea.
“Or I could distract you from whatever’s bothering you for a bit so that you can come back to it when you’re less stressed. We could even talk about what’s stressing you out if you believe it would help you, although I can’t guarantee a solution.”
Could someone be so kind as to explain to me what exactly constitutes a *checks notes* ‘K-Pop Demon Hunter’?
Hunt demons
sing kpop
be gay
You forgot the mommy issues
Could someone be so kind as to explain to me what exactly constitutes a *checks notes* ‘K-Pop Demon Hunter’?
Hunt demons
sing kpop
be gay
So if hypothetically I do all of these things, could I too be considered a *checks notes again* ‘K-Pop Demon Hunter’.
I suppose you could. You have my support
// if i ever hurt you,
please remember
i wanted us to be happy //
An angel with many eyes that cry red and silver shows up. She has sing wings, black and red hair, and cracked skin in between the eyes. "My disguise isn't disguising! What do I do?!"
@alianna-arvine-astecia
Oh, well- Hello there. Are you alright dearie? Why are you crying? Is there anything the matter?
Disguise? What disguise? I’m afraid I don’t quite understand.
"Well... I tend to look more human, but that's not working right now!" She exclaims, half ready to take a blowtorch to the wings.
“Well, let’s all just calm down and think rationally now shall we. No blowtorches to your wings please.” Aziraphale says soothingly. He ushers her in to the bookshop and tells her to make herself comfortable.
“Would you like a spot of tea, dearie? Chamomile perhaps? It should help you cool down a little.”
He quickly puts a kettle for boiling and makes his way back to her cautiously, still trying to figure out what exactly is going on and if he should be worried. He briefly wonders if this is one of Crowley’s friends.
“Well then, what seems to be the matter dearie?”
She stops, giving a confused look before looking at herself. "Well... The fact that I'm covered in eyes and wings, probably? I can usually make them go away."
“Right, yes, makes sense. Do you know why you can’t make them go away? Also, not to be impolite, but who are you exactly?”
"Uh... No clue. I can usually make most of the eyes go away... Oh! My name's Alianna... I'm sorry for barging in."
“Oh that’s quite alright dearie, don’t worry about it. Is there anything I can do to help?” he asks reassuringly.
Could someone be so kind as to explain to me what exactly constitutes a *checks notes* ‘K-Pop Demon Hunter’?
Hunt demons
sing kpop
be gay
So if hypothetically I do all of these things, could I too be considered a *checks notes again* ‘K-Pop Demon Hunter’.
speaking of leather, look at this FUCKING SICKKKKK leather fanny pack I got on super sale
talking about an article of clothing I purchased and wear: who the fuck was this designed for, like? who’s wearing this?
@my-middle-name-is-janthony did you misplace your fanny pack dearie?
Could someone be so kind as to explain to me what exactly constitutes a *checks notes* ‘K-Pop Demon Hunter’?
An angel with many eyes that cry red and silver shows up. She has sing wings, black and red hair, and cracked skin in between the eyes. "My disguise isn't disguising! What do I do?!"
@alianna-arvine-astecia
Oh, well- Hello there. Are you alright dearie? Why are you crying? Is there anything the matter?
Disguise? What disguise? I’m afraid I don’t quite understand.
"Well... I tend to look more human, but that's not working right now!" She exclaims, half ready to take a blowtorch to the wings.
“Well, let’s all just calm down and think rationally now shall we. No blowtorches to your wings please.” Aziraphale says soothingly. He ushers her in to the bookshop and tells her to make herself comfortable.
“Would you like a spot of tea, dearie? Chamomile perhaps? It should help you cool down a little.”
He quickly puts a kettle for boiling and makes his way back to her cautiously, still trying to figure out what exactly is going on and if he should be worried. He briefly wonders if this is one of Crowley’s friends.
“Well then, what seems to be the matter dearie?”
She stops, giving a confused look before looking at herself. "Well... The fact that I'm covered in eyes and wings, probably? I can usually make them go away."
“Right, yes, makes sense. Do you know why you can’t make them go away? Also, not to be impolite, but who are you exactly?”
