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“For the first time in a while, all the members came together to film a music video. Guys, we love you always! (…). April 8th is a very special day, I hope you are very excited.” ♡ L-1485 🚨SPOILER🚨

#ok i’m an exo blog again ig 😭

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I miss the cinema. I miss expensive popcorn and sneaking in my own candy and finding the perfect spot with my loved ones and watching the trailers for new movies and being quiet for two whole hours with a bunch of strangers as we all get to experience the same thing at the same time :(

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I’m not a classicist, but I suspect one of the reasons so many of the Greek gods are portrayed so unflatteringly was less because they were seen as villains than because they represented their domains. Of course Zeus sometimes misuses his power, that’s what a king does. Of course Artemis’s wrath is wild and painful, that’s what nature can be. Of course Hades snatched away a young girl from her mother’s arms, that’s what death does. This is one of the reasons callout posts for some gods comparing them negatively to ‘nicer’ gods are kind of missing the point.

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#superior look #literally i have never seen a man resemble god in such a way

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@fenrisulfr-okami

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There will never be a quote as funny as this one

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Him: I dunno I just identify with the Joker on a personal level is all

Me:

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Matilda (1996), dir. Danny DeVito

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hold up Danny DeVito directed the most influential film of my childhood?

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Not only directed it but starred in it, took care of Mara Wilson (Matilda) while her mother was in hospital with cancer and even managed to get an advanced copy of the movie for her to watch before she succumbed to her illness. The man is a treasure.

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The best story I’ve heard about the production of Matilda was:

The scene where Matilda was dancing around her living room making things fly around to the song “Little Bitty Pretty One” was very nerve-wracking for Mara. She told Danny that she was anxious to do the scene, and he said, “You know why? Because you’re the only one dancing! We just have to have everyone else dance too! Then it won’t be scary!”

So everyone–the crew, the rest of the cast, the people at the craft services table, everyone–danced along with the song, at Danny’s insistence. Apparently the only one who wasn’t doing the full on dance was the camera man, who just did a foot shuffle so the camera wouldn’t jiggle.

If that’s not the sweetest thing ever I don’t know what is.

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That is so cute. And sweet.

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Honestly though, imagine being the angel who Fell for asking questions. You were just curious, you wanted to know more, and depending on how literally we take 'I just asked questions' either you eventually got fed up with being brushed off and turned to Lucifer for answers, or you straight up pissed the other angels off enough that they kicked you out of Heaven.

Either way, you then end up in Hell, which to me at least doesn't look like the kind of open and nurturing workplace environment that would welcome the questions of a curious demon. Certainly the likes of Hastur and Ligur openly discourage innovation, preferring traditional 'craftsmanship', which doesn't speak well for their acceptance of curiousity.

And then you get assigned to Eden, do the whole apple thing (aka the thing where you have to cause someone to fall from grace through their natural curiousity by tempting them with knowledge— and yeah, God's really rubbing it in by this point) and end up making smalltalk with an angel while watching the two humans walk off across the desert.

And you notice that the angel's flaming sword is missing and you decide to ask about it. "Didn't you used to have a flaming sword?" Because you're the one who asks questions, you can't help it. "What, lost it already have you?"

And. He. Fucking. Answers. You.

Like seriously, imagine that. Chances are last time you asked an angel anything you ended up being catapulted into a pit full of burning sulphur, now this one's openly telling you that he gave away his flaming sword.

And this is not something he should be telling you. Aziraphale will later lie to God about this, and even if we're assuming that he was counting on his word being taken over a demon's should it ever get back to Heaven, he's still announcing to a member of the Other Side that he's currently unarmed.

But no, Crowley asked and Aziraphale answered, and that's a pattern that ends up being repeated.

When they meet up again, a thousand years later, Crowley asks about the sword again, and Aziraphale not only answers but goes on to answer even more questions about the Flood. Like, this is basically treason now. If Crowley actually wanted to interfere with Aziraphale's business then this would be brilliant for him, because the angel is perfectly fine with spilling the beans about the entire divine plan.

Again, at Golgotha, "come to gloat, have you?", a rhetorical question that Aziraphale nonetheless answers. And answers by admitting that he's "not consulted on policy", openly implying that he disapproves of this. Crowley even gets to ask more questions: "what did he say that got everyone so upset?"

In the book Aziraphale takes the time to answer Crowley's questions in the middle ages about how exactly humans get to Heaven or Hell (and how the class system factors into this).

In the series, he gets him to admit to travelling across the channel dressed as an aristocrat during the French revolution because he wanted some crepes.

On the way back from the nunnery— book again— Crowley even gets him to tell him which world leaders are working for Heaven. (I cannot stress enough how easy it would be for Crowley if he actually wanted to work against Aziraphale.)

It gets to the stage where their break up in episode three is triggered by Aziraphale's decision to stop answering Crowley's questions. First he avoids them— "have you got the antichrist's name, address and shoe size yet?" "Shoe size? Why would I have his shoe size?"— and then he openly states that he won't tell Crowley where the antichrist is, because they're on opposite sides.

And then when they make up again Aziraphale answers his question, by telling him where the antichrist is.

Crowley is the angel who Fell for asking questions, and Aziraphale is the angel who regularly risks Falling to answer them, and this is why they are perfect for each other.

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A version for tumblr that can be read without opening a new tab, since plenty of people would scroll past this story otherwise.

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The bravest woman on Earth.

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love you Malala <3

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okay but aziraphale reading richard siken for the First Time and reading that one poem that starts like," youre in a car with a beautiful boy and he wont tell you that he loves you but he loves you" and he discorporates immediately

Anon, I may have gone overboard because this got me to read Crush all over again. So it’s not necessarily fluff but one day I will fluff I promise. But I really like it. Quotes are from You Are Jeff by Richard Siken verse 1, 5, and of course 24. Can also read it on A03 here

He finds the book left open on the park bench. It is well worn with pages bent and curved over and wrinkles cracking the cover. But even without all these signs, it is radiating off of it in waves.

This book is loved. He picks it up, turns it over. In large, black sans serif, the letters C R U S H are spelled out. Well. He hasn’t read anything new in some time. His thumb flicks to a post-it note marking the section called You Are Jeff. Aziraphale settles into the bench and begins.

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Crowley + ADHD in E4: Saturday Morning Funtime

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have some concept playlists !!

chill in various moods and genres!

chill in classickal [ when music gets so good u wanna straight up eat it ]

chill in celthicc [ breeng thy begpeipe lass ]

chill in archaic [ enjoy your symposium lads ]

chill in swing [ feelin pretentious today? i got u fam ]

chill in techno [ when the world sucks. no exceptions. ]

chill in arab [ beautiful tunez from the lands of the sun ]

chill in lo-fi [ beep boop bzzt? ]

chill in medieval ballads [ smasheth thou instrumenth, brother]

chill in funk [ funk up lads]

chill in indie [ your raw tenderness starter-pack]

don’t chill in punk [ oi! oi! oi! ]

chill in 80s bops [ what is technicolor if not a digital rainbow ]

chill in norse [ Heill þú farir! heill þú aftr komir! heill þú á sinnum sér! ]

chill in soul [it’s not the waking it’s the rising // nina cried power]

chill in 70s wood-chopping jams (still a stub) [chill, man]

chill in opera [ angelic crowds chanting “he needs some milk” ]

chill in jazz (still a stub) [ sweet music playing in the dark ]

chill in 20s-to-50s music that’s not jazz nor swing nor soul [dance and drink like it’s the 20s y'all (please stay clear of all the nationalism and the crippling sense of collective doom, thank you) ]

chill in yeehaw [ april is the cruellest month, ain’t it? ]

chill in ye olde shanty [ a-hoy captain! ]

and many more, as time goes by!

actual concept playlists

summer indie - guitar themed tracks about life and death and all that’s in between

ingenium voluntatis - r e d y e a r n i n g but make it existential. it starts well but something happens. probably society and its non-sense rules.

the apocalypse and other related catastrophes, merrily told by yours truly - the world is ending and shit is going down. but is it? are you certain this is the world and not some other unnameable thing? are you already dead? is it the apocalypse you dreamed, the one you’ve been waiting for, or is it too slow-boiled? deathly, rotting acceptance of the end of times, with a hint of child-like storytelling.

gotta go FAST - it’s 34°C. the streets are a desert. you’re 20 minutes late. run.

daydreaming on main - can we stay like this forever? lost in a neo-classical painting, full of celestial things, and symmetry, dreaming away.

dreamy drum pop - is it a dream? are you in love with a dream, in the street of some ancient, modern city, following their shadow? or are you just having a bad case of hypotension? we may never know.

an evening in beige - cruelly posh but in a classy, bitter, hollow way

ready for the lazarus pit, shaka-brah! - a collection to sell your soul to a demonic entity of your choosing to. mostly dark techno, but with a classical twist.

chillin! - or the “dude put on some good music” playlist - when you’re chilling with laid-back pals and they ask you to put on some music and you need a quick, safe, society-tolerable playlist to hit shuffle on and leave there

sweet music playing in the dark - jazz n stuff, some old gems. also, the songs quoted by Almost (Sweet Music) by Hozier.

time. - feel the flow of endless thing going by. the clock is ticking, but what the hell is time, anyway?

audiobooks!! - it’s what it says on the tin, my dudes. including: macbeth, metamorphosis, orlando, the call of cthulhu, iliade, the time machine, the tell-tale heart, the black cat, dr. jekyll and mr.hyde, pride and prejudice, black beauty, treasure island, the phantom of the opera, de profundis, frankenstein, carmilla, beowulf, dracula, the raven

fuck this, keep running - from society. from civilization. it’s just you and your ideas against the world, kid. let’s go give them hell. they will never take us alive.

oh gee golly what a disaster - oh, this is bad. // that’s so sad alexa play this playlist

a witch in the woods - in the throat of the forest, whispered chants and incantations. it’s the voice of the survivors, the ones that escaped the pyre. hush now and dream.

till the end of the world and back - it’s ride or die. the cavalry’s here and it’s here to stay.

italian oldies - italian culture. every italian i’ve ever met knows every single one of these by heart somehow.

:))))))) - am i happy? am i on the edge of a mental breakdown? have i gone completly insane? gee golly! who knows

stars, who am i? - did someone say existential crisis?

personal hyperuranium - my happy, serene place. when everything is too much close your eyes and listen to this.

young punks, get off my lawn - wreaking havoc with ur gang / girl gang.

self torment - me @ myself: why r u like this

razzle dazzle jazzle - you like jazz?

knightess in a shining armor - heroines with swords, here’s to you

playlists inspired by stuff!

songs to be a flamboyant asshole to - swag walk. i blame anthony jantony crowley for this.

the mad prophet - loosely inspired by friedrich nietzsche’s theories

the star traveller - laugh hard, run fast, be kind // inspired by the thirteenth doctor

getting to it, that’s not the hard part. it’s letting go. - i left my heart, 3 friends, and 37 gold bars in the sierra madre // inspired by Fallout New Vegas - Dead Money

pew-pew // (i’m three ounces of whoop-ass) - “Another female operative broke into my house and attacked me.” “What did she want?” "Dinner.“ | a killing eve playlist

les mis, les amis - those brave fellows. honestly, squad goals.

prince(ss) of verona - inspired by a theatrical performance of Romeo and Juliet, in which the prince of verona was. well. she was powerful.

can’t stop, won’t stop - healing boost of healthy, uplifting electro music comin your way! ispired by Overwatch’s Lúcio Correia dos Santos

chloe eliz4bet2 price m0od - hella punk but also hella sad // inspired by chloe price, from life is strange

rachel amber mood - hey i’ve just met you and this is crazy but heres my number so let’s burn down a forest maybe // inspired by rachel amber, from life is strange

musical journeys!

a Comedy. | a musical journey. - someone falls from grace and gets thrown into the world. lands in a forest. confused, resolves to survive at any cost. killing, stealing, partying, fleeing, living. eventually, with time, discovers a gentler, happier way to live. they still throw the best parties. doing no harm, taking no shit.

calliope bae gimme a hand wouldn’t ya: a musical journey - a tale of poets: young tragedies and cursed gods; laughs and fights; transcendental roadtrips and hellhounds; parties and their aftermath.