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variousqueerthings · 4 months

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something very aromantic coded in s2 of good omens is that crowley and aziraphale canonically take their cues of what a certain kind of relationship ought to look like from books and films. firstly, very relatable, I did much the same thing throughout my teens (and in some ways still do although I'm not trying to make myself "fit" by taking cues that I've been studying to be the correct way to do a relationship, I just enjoy performing them in the same way all life is performance when you're not-doing-body-and-relationship-to-other-bodies correctly inherently)

secondly, how it plays out in them messing unintentionally with nina and maggie. they don't understand the structure of nina's and maggie's whole thing as it applies to the reality of relationship structures in the world they're in; that nina is initially in a romantic relationship and wouldn't just jump from it -- no matter how bad -- straight into another one that was presented as "more" correct. because of course standing under an awning or dancing at a ball makes people "fall in love" (whatever that is) because... well, that's how it happens in the stories all the time, that's what these sorts of relationships are all about, "one fabulous kiss and we're good" -- it's a shock to crowley that he misread all the cues "you were crying and she was..." isn't that what this romance thing is that humans are always talking about????

thirdly it of course eventually circles around to be about what in the world their relationship is, but when they're trying to figure out what's going on between the two of them, there aren't any words that can neatly sum it up beyond "us" -- whatever it is, it's "us" against "them" (although aziraphale isn't quite ready for that) -- the them being heaven and hell of course, but to be honest, from an aro perspective, the "them" takes on certain human connotations to me as well, because it's all about how these two don't fit into structures and are punished for this not-fitting-in, and while they're not punished by the humans around them, they also aren't... human. they still operate somewhat from the outside of everyone else, even though aziraphale manages throughout history to create a fair few connections from the sounds of things

similarly to how they do it to nina and maggie, they try on these tropes with one another: aziraphale invites crowley to dance, crowley kisses aziraphale, and it doesn't fit quite right (the first because crowley is concerned with all the demons outside and so isn't paying as much attention to the dancing part of the whole thing, and the second because [insert another bunch of analysis here that's its own post]), but they've already been us the whole time. their attempts at explaining using alloromantic shorthand fall short, because they're hampered by needing to define themselves and their relationship with terminology that's suitably correct for whatever dominant structures they're in

fourthly, the fact that their cues for what their relationship needs to be shouldn't even really be coming from movies/books and humanity in the first place, it should be coming from gabriel and beelzebub. gabriel and beelzebub don't even try all of that "this is what romance is," they don't call one another romantic or kiss or even say words like partner, they're not interested in doing human-based customs or "fitting in." their language for one another is based around that song, and that's as much defining as it needs. whatever aziraphale and crowley are to one another is equally all their own thing, but aziraphale and crowley struggle with definitions constantly. they don't fit into heaven, they don't fit into hell, and humanity -- while more the place they've adopted for all its wild wonders -- isn't quite right either, because they're still being put in a box

it was fun to look out for as I was rewatching, because the way they interacted with alloromanticism really did read like two people who have exactly zero idea of how this applies irl, but that's okay, the fiction's got it handled, all they have to do is copy-paste = result, but then the stuff that actually is the romance in those texts becomes a series of contextless tropes, kind of like how amatonormativity often has those exact same tropes recycled in story after story that can't figure out why it worked the first time but not the next hundred times, except in this story it's on purpose. one fabulous kiss did not in fact solve things at all (nor was it fabulous)

#good omens #anthony jemima crowley #crowley #aziraphale #a/c #aziracrow #been going forwards and backwards on whether to tag but i think that's just the struggle we as aros always go through #yes they're ineffable and yes that means they're too big to be described #but a slash will do the trick for now #good omens meta

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per-the-jellicle-magician · 2 years

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One od my fav changes of who does what in Warsaw is giving Jemima the high note in the "jellicle songs for jellicle cats", especially comparing with the 98 movie

Idk if it was cuz Jenny's actress didn't have the range or just their creative decision

But i love how she does it and is praised by other queens around her, instead of Jenny being scoffed at by the guys

I just always thought it was mean of them

#just like that jump on the high C #also the fact they sing along the lines #and she steps on the step higher for that note #is just really fucking cute #cats the musical #cats warsaw #jemima cats #jennyanydots #jellicle songs for jellicle cats

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adamwatchesmovies · 1 year

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The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones (2013)

When you call a film a Frankenstein’s Monster, the assumption is that you've stitched together pieces of different properties to make a new thing. That doesn’t quite work with The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones. If it were merely Vampire Academy (which is part Twilight) plus Harry Potter, it would have two legs, two arms and a single head. This movie is more like a teleportation accident. All the arms, legs, and heads are still there, creating a would-be franchise starter so unoriginal you can keep yourself entertained by predicting what’s coming next.

Teenaged Clary Fray (Lily Collins) worries her mother, Jocelyn (Lena Headey), when she begins drawing a strange symbol. Soon, Clary begins seeing things and people no one else can, which is when she’s introduced to the world of “Shadowhunters”. “Mundanes” cannot see them, but demons live among us. The Shadowhunters are half-human half-angel warriors who hold the forces of evil back. When the villainous Magnus Bane (Godfrey Gao) kidnaps her mother, Clary and her best friend Simon (Robert Sheehan) join Jace Wayland (Jamie Campbell) to help. Hopefully Jocelyn' abduction does not mean the Mortal Cup (one of three Mortal Instruments given to the first Shadowhunter by the angel Raziel) has fallen into the wrong hands.

The more YA novel adaptations I see, the more credit I must give to the original Twilight film. Both it and the Harry Potter series started off small, building up their love plots and world-shaking final battles. The imitators make the mistake of introducing so much in the first chapter you can hardly keep track of what’s happening. This world has angels, demons, witches, vampires and werewolves… all living among us and right under our noses. There’s the obligatory love triangle between Lily, her creepy best friend who pines for her (seriously, Simon is totally a proto incel) and the hunky, dangerous, tattoo-clad supernatural warrior who doesn’t want anything to do with the girl but can’t stay away from her. There are prophecies, magic tattoos, betrayals, revelations and so much going on this feels like two or three movies crammed into one. Well, in many ways, it is. If you haven’t seen The Maze Runner, Divergent, The Host, Eragon, Red Riding Hood, Beastly and so many others, this plot may seem novel but to the rest of us, this is a parade that makes you wonder “what’s next?!” in the worst way. Just wait until the part where they talk about Sebastian Bach. It’s so loopy I almost say it’s worth seeing this movie for it alone.

Part of what makes The City of Bones so entertaining is that it keeps finding new ways to be bad. Overall, the special effects are fine for a mid-budget production but note the way the afore-mentioned werewolves never transform on-screen because… you know, that would be expensive. As you watch and wait for the titular City of Bones to appear, keep your expectations low because the sanctuary is so unimportant it should’ve been omitted entirely. The romantic love plot is the middle of much bigger things will either infuriate you, or cause you to slip into uncontrollable laughter. I know these are teens with raging hormones but come on people. The peril outside is so much bigger than who’s kissing who! I know this is supposed to be wish-fulfilment for teenage girls. It's just that Clary makes so many wrong decisions and causes so many problems it’s a little embarrassing to watch.

Despite everything, I’m disappointed this picture never got the sequel it so desperately wanted. They drop a bomb towards the end. I want it resolved so desperately I’d sit through at least 2 to 3 more of these just to see it resolved. It’s another thing to make fun of. This is the embodiment of teenage angst in the middle of much bigger things, which means I had a great time watching The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones. (August 30, 2019)

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bil-daddy · 8 months

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Help a Family of Five in Need!

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Posting on behalf of my old friend Job (@blameless-job) and his wife Sitis (@sitisonmyface) They are an interracial couple with three children currently busy weathering the wrath of @the-almighty-god

All of Job’s blameless goats were destroyed by columns of flame (I had nothing to do with this btw) and his house burned down.

Job’s blameless children, Ennon (Gay AF), Keziah (literally autistic and a minor), and Jemima (makes really cool pots), are next on God's hit list (don't ask me how I know), so we are raising money for fertility treatment in case Sitis (56) has to bear seven new children (God likes sevens). Also, if you see any lizards around, no you didn't.

So please, good people of Tumblr, consider giving whatever you can afford to this lovely family who has literally done nothing to deserve God's wrath (She won't even tell them why!)

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#good omens #good omens season two spoilers #bildad the shuhite #bildaddy #a companion to owls #crowley #ineffable

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handyowlet · 3 months

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The definitive (as best as I could do after transcribing all of S2 myself) list of when Crowley calls Aziraphale by his name versus calling him Angel.

Aziraphale

- [ ] S1E1- 2007- phone booth, we need to talk about apocalypse

- [ ] S1E3- 3004 BC- Noah’s ark (crowd)

- [ ] S1E5- 2018- Soho, bookshop fire, calling out to him to find him

- [ ] S1E5- 2018- Bar, confirming it’s Aziraphale’s spirit after discorporation (background patrons)

- [ ] S1E5- 2018- Air Force base, greeting Aziraphale when he is possessing Madame Tracy (Shadwell, guard)

- [ ] S1E6- 2018- Walking in to AF base, lick/kick butt line (Tracy, Shadwell)

- [ ] S1E6- 2018- AF base, telling him to shoot Adam (Them, Tracy, Shadwell)

- [ ] S2E1- present day- in Bentley after Beelzebub tells him about extreme sanctions, talking to himself

- [ ] S2E3- 1827- Edinburgh, in the crypt to get Aziraphale’s attention when he’s babbling about saving Wee Morag (technically Elspeth is there but not paying attention to them)

- [ ] S6E6- present day- Bookshop, when angels and demons are talking about war because of the halo thing (Michael, Uriel, Saraqael, Muriel, Dagon, Shax, Furfur, Maggie, Nina)

3 private, 7 public, 2 in public but likely not overheard (so his name appears to be the more public option)

Angel

- [ ] S1E2-2018- Tadfield, dropping Anathema off at home (Anathema)

- [ ] S1E3- 1793- Bastille, time is frozen

- [ ] S1E3- 1862- St. James Park, holy water scene (background park-goers but they’re kind of whispering)

- [ ] S1E4- 2018- Soho outside bookshop, run away with me argument (background pedestrians)

- [ ] S2E1- present day- outside coffee shop after hearing Maggie call him an Angel (technically background pedestrians, Maggie has walked away by then)

- [ ] S2E1- present day- back room of bookshop trying to convince Aziraphale to abandon Gabriel

- [ ] S2E2- 2500 BC- Job’s palace, saying Aziraphale sounds jealous about having choice

- [ ] S2E2- 2600 BC- Job’s palace, asking if Aziraphale is sure he won’t kill the kids (Ennon, Keziah, Jemima)

- [ ] S2E2- 2500 BC- Uz, seeing God talking to Job (Job and God are there but not aware of A & C)

- [ ] S2E2- 2500 BC- Uz, when Aziraphale thinks he’s going to Hell

- [ ] S2E3- present day- In bookshop, pulling Aziraphale away from Muriel (Muriel)

- [ ] S2E3- present day, talking to Aziraphale through Bentley radio

- [ ] S2E3- 1827- Edinburgh, telling Aziraphale to give his money to Elspeth (Elspeth)

- [ ] S2E5- present day- Bookshop, during the ball, saying people will get hurt (technically the shopkeepers are in the background but they’re whispering)

- [ ] S6E6- present day- Bookshop, final 15, you’re better than that

6 private, 5 public, 4 in public but likely not overheard (so Angel seems to be the more private option)

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens 3 #ineffable husbands #neil gaiman #crowley #ineffable idiots #aziraphale #aziracrow #ineffable spouses

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heavenly-bodys · 10 months

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T O M G L Y N N C A R N E Y for The Untitled Magazine

Photography by Jemima Marriott

#tom glynn carney #sleep walking animals #aegon ii targaryen #house of the dragon #hotd #magazine #aesthetic #photography

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junkyard-gifs · 6 months

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Deuteronomy is busy supporting and encouraging the train cats, when... oh no! Jemima did a mischief!

The Mistoffelees ears are just too tempting not to bap.

Mistoffelees has a deadly glare which Jemima knows better than to take seriously. All she has to do is giggle at him for it to melt into a smirk.

Vienna revival, 7 May 2022; filmed by @thunderwhenhepurrs. Lucius Wolter covering Deuteronomy, Suzie Murphy covering Jemima, Stephen Martin Allan as Mistoffelees, Anna Carina Buchegger as Rumpelteazer, Vicky Riddoch as Electra, and Meghan Peploe-Williams covering Tantomile.

#220507 #cats the musical #vienna revival #2021 vienna #s: skimbleshanks #mistojem #susannah murphy #stephen martin allan #lucius wolter #meghan peploe williams #c: jemima #jemimaxmistoffelees #c: tantomile #c: mistoffelees #c: deuteronomy #deuteronomyxjemima #electraxtantomile

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crowleys-hips · 7 months

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#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens season 2 #aziraphale #crowley #aziracrow #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x aziraphale #good omens crowley #good omens aziraphale #ineffable husbands #ineffable idiots #ineffable lovers

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beautiful-divinity · 1 year

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Beautiful Divinity

#jemima robinson #jemima c robinson #modelling #beauty #beautiful #bathing suit #swimwear #blond hair #Blonde

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variousqueerthings · 4 months

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good omens s1+2 like

"oh nooo what if we were so undefinable to the structures around us that constantly try to put us into boxes that they feel threatened by us without being able to explain why and can only react with a projected disgust and mockery that hides a deep insecurity"

"oh nooo what if we just existed as us and it posed existential questions about what is worth living for and good that rippled through the narrative and affected everyone around us to either make change in their own lives or lash out and attempt to destroy us"

"oh nooo what if the discomfort felt by others at our intrinsic connection caused them to try to box us in and/or tear us apart because they cannot conceive of its validity even as they feel it affecting them and their dominant structures of allowed and easily understood labels and hierarchies"

"oh nooo what if we got trapped by the expectations of who we were meant to be as definable binary and hierarchical beings that despite ripple affecting outwards and creating positive change by our very existence we couldn't see a future for ourselves because there are no words and contexts for who we're able to be"

"oh noooo what if this undefinable connection that was so powerful it saved the world was used against us by the status quo in order to destroy what we are via our insecurities about whether we should even be allowed to exist together, even though it was that very undefinable nature that once helped us be able to break out of hegemonic structures to begin with"

and I'm not supposed to filter this through the infinitely complex and varied aspec queerplatonic experience as perceived via a framework of hermeneutical injustice and religious trauma???

#we'll see what s3 brings but i hope it continues to be undefinable #or rather -- it is highly definable to aziraphale and crowley but nobody else needs to understand it #good omens #good omens meta #aziraphale #crowley #anthony jemima crowley #a/c #aziracrow

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wamtorical · 8 months

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The train journey to Windenburg for Elmer is silent. Neither Claudia nor the children dare speak to him, and all Claudia feels she can provide for her husband is the occasional worrying glance. At the very least, the children are more focused on the train journey and only Jemima is slightly wary of her father's state but too excited about experiencing the new and fascinating vehicle to care a whole lot.

Once they arrive at their destination, Claudia feels a sparkle of familiarity and warmth upon arriving at her old home; Elmer feels far from it. He just hopes his father isn't home.

Knocking on the door, a familiar face greets Elmer with delight. Denise Weatherspoon, who at the time when Elmer was living there was a maid in practice, had now blossomed into a mature young woman. Whilst she eagerly accepts his request to see Ethel - bowing for reasons Elmer cannot fathom but thinks has something to do with Henry - her brows furrow and she soon returns to a more professional stance, leading him through the manor as he reminisces on the times when he could memorise the layout of his old home from the back of his hand.

Jemima, Amos and Leroy wait outside of Ethel's bedroom, oblivious to the situation at hand. Still, Elmer prefers it that way - there was only room for 2 fussers. At the sight of his mother alive, Elmer exhales the breath he didn't realized he'd been holding. More than anything, however, Elmer feels guilt.

He immediately begins to choke out incomprehensible hiccups of apologies, heartbroken upon the sight. "Mummy, I'm so sorry, oh god, I'm so -"

"Oh, stop it bubby. You're here now." Ethel responds. Her voice is frail, much like herself.

"How are you?" Claudia asks.

"I've certainly seen better days, but I'm staying strong. Isn't that right Denise?"

"Yes, ma'am. Absolutely."

Hours that feel akin to minutes pass by and eventually Elmer asks his mother about the letter and why it arrived so late; she has no idea. Nevertheless, it brings Elmer relief that he's cleared it all up with Ethel so she doesn't think he was deliberately ignoring her.

"Ah, since you're here, I got ah, well, I have no use for it anymore - Denise, be a dear and get the painting would you?"

As soon as she hears the order, Denise rushes out of the room to retrieve Ethel's desired item. The two seem close and Elmer can only hope her need to be a loving motherly figure is fulfilled around the company of someone his age.

Though her dainty arms struggle to carry the weight, Denise soon places a painted portrait of a young Ethel Pence on the floor and admires the craftmanship, ogling it intensely despite the fact she sees it almost every day. Towards the bottom of the portrait is signed John C. in black ink and then right next to it, 1865. Elmer can do nothing but cry. He often forgets his mother was once a young girl like his wife, and the thought of how she turned out in juxtaposition to all of her ambitions and dreams she possessed back then brings an even more solemn mood to the table.

Bittersweet sadness envelops the room until a click of the door breaks it and dread starts building up inside Elmer.

📜 part 2 / previous / first

#The Pence legacy #pencelegacy #1890s #ts4 decades challenge #ts4 #claudia pence #elmer pence #1890spence #Ethel pence #Henry pence #1800s #1899 #henry pence #.... ?

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airbrushfather · 10 months

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asks from this post!! thank you c!!

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

oh boy i've been waiting for an opportunity to publicise this story because it's so insane. me and my friend go for breakfast every friday and one week i had no plans afterwards so we were just hanging out in town for a bit, and we passed the market which was at that time only two stalls: one selling flowers, and one selling fish. now, we live in a very small town next to several other very small towns, so if you frequent this market you know the people who run each stall. usually, it's two men who run the fish stall, but on this day, it was two women. my friend (t) very loudly and very happily says "oh!! fish women!". the women smile. i comment about how this seems like a strange word for mermaid and t politely informs me (in the making-up-bullshit way you do to your friends) that the fish women is actually a group of activists. naturally, i prod her on this. what are they campaining for? i don't know, says t, we are just women for fish. oh, not fish for women? no. women for fish. has someone... hurt the fish? yes, says t, the government. oh? i say, tell me more. we get to the bus stop. t sits on the curb with me and tells me about the women for fish movement, which as it turns out, is something they're doing because the british government is putting bleach in the water in the seaside town she is from (this is not true, but sometimes when you're friends with people like i'm friends with, you begin method acting. i think it's good training for my hopeful upcoming scare acting gig.) i'm prodding about this town and it turns out that everyone who lives there is either a woman, or married to a woman. i think this is a little unfair on gay men or single people or widowers. t shrugs and says, feminism. as it transpires, as we get on the bus and later go to t's house, none of the women can read or write and the seaside town (whose name changed every time someone said it, but was always somewhere close to fishton-upon-ribblesley) has no internet, no cars, and no healthcare. i (naturally) assume the character of the first tourist this town has had for years and am curious to know more. my name is jemima puddleduck, and i've come here to find my long lost family. as it turns out, fishley-by-the-sea is a microstate of england, and its own independent enclave, not even governed by british parliment. their system of government, instead, is based on fifteen increasingly ridiculous rules (which included, from memory, all of the rules from the song 'new rules' by dua lipa, and the fact that you have to train to be a blacksmith) and the first rule is that anyone who wants to be an elected official must be sent out to sea and return safely. you'd think, for a seaside town, that everyone would be at least somewhat skilled in seafaring, but no -- every single elected official they have sent out to sea has not returned, so they've not elected any new officials in years. the only one to ever come back is a man whose government name is grandad puddleduck. first name grandad. last name puddleduck.

hold on, i say, my last name is puddleduck. is he my grandad? it turns out yes, and i have to go and meet him because i was not raised in fisherdale-upon-hammersmith and have never known my family. it turns out i have a sister here too, whose name i can't remember, but she has a husband named gavin and two alive children, many, many dead ones. gavin is a bird. my poor old grandad is sick to bastard death of being elected official, especially since i imagine his business in town is mostly just sending people to die at sea. i tell him, i will become the new elected official so you can live out your old age by the sea peacefully, and maybe then i'll make some changes to this godforsaken place. like teaching the women to read. okay, says grandad, who is played by t, but you'll have to follow all the rules. the first rule is that all elected officials must be sent out to sea and come back whole, as you know. i decide to befriend the local fishermen and see if one of them will take me out in his boat. (is that against the rules? grandad says there's nothing in the book about it, so it's probably okay.) the first man i meet is named michael spearman (which i, the real me, danny, not jemima) genuinely just pulled out of my brain and did not know who it was attached to. i knew he was someone, but i couldn't really remember who at this time. i had a lot on my brain, such as the other fourteen fucking rules i would have to follow in order to become elected. it's appropriate, though, because he spears the fish. we affectionately name him fishermichael. fishermichael agrees to take me out in his boat, and it's a lovely little trip out into the ocean. however, as i learn the hard way, fishermike has a terrible condition wherein he will collapse if he hears a profanity. what fishermichael deems to be a profanity varies wildly based on how t (who is also playing fishermichael) is feeling. several times, i swear and fishermike is knocked out cold, and i have to go and do a side quest in order to kill time before he wakes up. eventually, we go out to sea, and for the first time, a prospective elected official begins rule 2.

what is rule 2, you ask? i can't fucking remember. this shit was taking hours. however, somewhere along the way i do indeed learn to be a blacksmith, and it turns out the blacksmith family thinks i am horrible. this will not fare me well in the election.

i also meet a character called archaeological dave. he runs the archaeology society, which he runs out of a shack which he built around a large statue he unearthed of a bald man holding a huge pickaxe, engraved with the phrase 'me when i go digging'. i will attach a picture for reference of what this statue may have looked like. an approximate recreation made by the greatest minds of our archaeological generation. archaeological dave drinks lots of coffee, which i soon come to learn is laced with cocaine. tons of cocaine.

he helps me complete some more of the tasks i need to do. i honestly don't remember most of them. once all fifteen rules have been completed, the town holds a very big celebration on the beach, including a maypole dance, a wreath making contest, afternoon tea, and a choir led by my brother in law the bird. as it turns out, poor old fishermike has another unfortunate condition where hearing music makes him turn into a table. this proves very frustrating when i have to ask him if he would vote for me and he can only speak in table wobbles.

my final task as elected official to be is to go around and 'hold the election', which involves asking every character i have met if they would like to elect me. almost everyone says yes, except for the blacksmith, who is just a wanker for some reason. i think grandad puddleduck once accidentally broke into his workshop and smithed something and he wasn't a big fan of that. but, cmon, blacksmith, i'm two generations removed from that and i'm new in town. give me a break. his wife and children say yes anyway, so i'm not that bothered.

after my flurry of yesses (and t forgetting how to do most of the voices), i am finally there. ready to become elected official of fishwick-upon-fishwick and bring literacy to it's women and install a proper healthcare system. but there's one problem.

remember when i said all women in fishborough-southwest-of-lumbago are married?

jemima is not married.

i have to frantically run around and find an unmarried man (who isn't also a child or my relative) but it's proving very difficult. hope is fading. i will have to abandon this small, small, small country and leave it's poor female populus without the joy of ever reading 'this is just to say' by william carol williams, or writing 'woz ere' on a toilet door. how will i ever live with myself?

but then. oh, then.

out of the darkness comes my shining light. his wife is dead. she's buried in the garden. he's on so much fucking cocaine.

archaeological dave.

(by this point, it's like 3pm. me and t left breakfast at about 10. this has been going on for fucking hours. and, to answer the question, we've been laughing our asses off the whole time)

i propose to archaeological dave and we become engaged. that's kind of the end, it fizzles out around here, because t and i are just in hysterics. what the fuck have we just done for the last approximately five hours? we've been in her garden, playing a roleplaying game like children. my phone is full of people asking where the fuck i've gone. t's mum is inside and has heard the whole thing through the open kitchen window.

my stomach muscles hurt for the next three days.

so, probably that.

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

anyway. it's mash tater.

#sorry c but you can't give me the opportunity to tell the funniest fucking tale i know and not expect me to take it #the story of fishton #to this day we fondly remember fishermike and his weird medical conditions <3

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that-mr-e · 13 hours

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tw: Death/Su!c!de mention/Deppresion

Ghost oc

Name: Diana Jonsson (Dee)

Birth year: 2000

Death year: 2015

Cause of death: Su!c!de

Ghost power: Livings can hear her crying

Diana Jonsson (Dee), grew up outside of London and struggled with untreated depression during her teenage years. She felt ignored and misunderstood by those around her. Feeling hopeless, Dee saw only one way out of it.

As a ghost, she initially struggled with her new existence but eventually grew close with the rest of the ghosts, particularly forming close bonds with Mary, Robin and Jemima, as well as Kitty.

Despite her sarcastic and snarky personallity, Dee is good at reading emotion and wants to help when she can. Over time, she becomes more social and friendly with the others. She still has depressive episodes, where she can be heard crying, but she had gotten better over time.

Anyway, i have been working on this oc for quite some time. I will be posting more soon.

#bbc ghosts #ghosts bbc #ghosts #bbc ghosts oc #ghosts oc #diana jonsson #dee #i really hope this isn't to dark #sun moon

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honeybeezgobzzzzz · 8 months

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𓅨 Your Fate is Sealed With Mine: Chapter Thirty

Your Fate is Sealed With Mine: Y/N Burgess is the granddaughter of Alex and Paul, and after having spent so many summers at their manor and always wondering why she was forbidden from entering the basement, she descends the steps into the world of the Order. She broke out the being that had been trapped in that glass cage, but what does he want with her now that he is free?

Warnings: Language.

To Note: Morpheus/Dream x Female!GranddaughterReader, based on Netflix’s ‘The Sandman’, Reader now has long-ish hair for plot reasons (Just so Morpheus can tug on it later).

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“Is he usually this broody?” Rose asked as you walked down the sidewalk of a road. You had set out to find Jed Walker, Rose’s little brother, while Rose dream walked. You had tagged along because Morpheus was not the most skilled with his people skills and was bound to either piss Rose off or greatly upset her. It was bound to happen, you just knew it.

“Broody?” You repeated with a small chuckle. “You’re not far from the truth. Morpheus, shall we say Morpheus is somewhat lacking in his social areas? He may hurt someone’s feelings without even realizing it, or seem blunt or even uncaring… but that’s far from the truth. He doesn’t hurt people on purpose, or at the very least, not without reason.”

“I’m getting the vibe from you that you speak from experience,” Rose said, looking into your face. You glanced at her and gave her a small smile.

“Morpheus has been my shadow for a very long time, we’re had our quarrels.” You responded with a shrug. “It’s not like he’s ever had to live with a human in his palace. He doesn’t entirely understand how we tick, or how we feel. Mortality is an unknown to him, but I’m working on it.”

“With you on him, I’m sure he’ll learn a thing or two,” Rose said shortly before her attention was turned to an orange sports car. Then a naked man, an entirely naked man, started beating on the windows.

“Babe, please open the door. Let me in the car, this is not funny anymore. Honey, just open the door.” You opened your mouth to say something to Rose, but couldn’t find any words for a few moments.

“You… have some strange friends.” You spoke, your eyebrow eloquently raised in amusement.

“I’m aware,” Rose huffed as the man continued his beats on the window with his fist.

“Barbie, open the door. It’s not funny anymore.” The man's voice rose. “Let me in the car! Barb!”

Rose shook her head lightly before glancing to the side, her eyes caught sight of someone. Morpheus.

“Ah, I was wondering when he would show up.” You spoke dryly. Morpheus had a habit of lingering on the edges of dreams, as you had experienced in your own. “Quite likes to linger in the background.” You walked your way over to where Morpheus was standing. “Stop looking so grumpy, I’m not appreciating the fellow’s body. It’s not even the first time I’ve seen a naked man.”

Morpheus tilted his head to the side as he stared at you, the underlying emotions fluttering in your belly gave him away, no matter how reserved he looked. He did not like the fact that you were near a naked man (that wasn’t him). You raised your eyebrows at him in counter while Rose ventured over to you.

“Jemima dragged me to strip nights at the clubs in London. I’ve seen plenty of naked men.” His face was well controlled but you did pick up the eye twitch. “I don’t give two shits about a naked man, Morpheus, certainly not that one. Looks like a twat.”

“Why is this happening? I thought we were looking for Jed.” She asked, confronting Morpheus.

“We are,” Morpheus answered simply.

“Then why am I in my friends’ dream?”

“Because you are drawing the dreams of others to you.”

“Barbie, please! What’d I do?” You all glanced at the scene.

“Just be careful not to lose yourself in them. Take a moment. Find your path.” Rose looked at you.

“I’m not the dream walker.’ You told her. “We can only help you so much. You’re the one in control right now.”

Rose sighed and liked her lower lip, then she seemed to catch sight of something over Morpheus’s shoulder. You looked at what she was staring at. Rose walked up to a paper stapled to a gate it had a photo of a woman and a young boy. She opened the gate and your world shifted. This happened over and over as Rose walked between dreams. Eventually Rose walked ahead and you chose to hang back.

“Is there something we should be looking for?” You asked, looking around the grasslands you now strode through.

“Look for? Perhaps not.” Morpheus replied. “She will lead us to Jed when she starts understanding how her power works.”

“That’s like giving someone a complex machine but no manual, and telling them to start working immediately.” You huffed out. Morpheus raised an eyebrow.

“Is she not leading us?” That is not what you meant and he knew it. You didn’t push the conversation further and looked ahead as the scene changed once more, this time taking you to a street. Rose looked at a house. “You know this place?”

Rose brought up the paper in her hand and looked at it, a smile appearing on her face.

“That was our house growing up. Look.” She held out the picture. The house was identical.

“You’ve done it. You’ve found your brother's dream.” Morpheus answered, a slightly impressed look on his face. You were going to have a conversation about his low expectations later…

“We found the dream, but how do we find the boy? What do we do?” You asked, glancing at the house and its light tones. It looked peaceful and nice.

“We find Gault,” Morpheus stated, his eyes taking on a calculated look. Even his emotions went dark on you like he was cutting out his emotions to complete the task of reigning in his rogue arcana. It was only moments later that a sandstorm kicked up in front of you, much like the one Morpheus used when he teleported. A little boy, dressed in a yellow and red suit appeared in front of you, his hand held out.

“Halt, King of Nightmares, or I’ll send you three to Dreamland.” Rose gaped and took a step forward.

“Jed?” The boy, Jed presumably, was speechless. But only for a few seconds. Then he seemed to gather himself once more.

“I am the Guardian of Sleepers. I am Lord of the Dream Domain. I am the Sandman.” You had to physically bite down on your lip to stop yourself from bursting into a fit of giggles. A barrage of amusement hit you and you then nearly had the mind to kick Morpheus in the shin right there.

“You are the Sandman? Is that what she told you?” Morpheus spoke out. “Where is she? Your master?”

“Morpheus, don’t,” You warned as Jed reached for something at his waist and stepped back. The boy held up a hand.

“Stay back.”

“Jed, we’re not here to hurt you,” Rose said, stepping forwards. An older woman appeared, placing a hand on Jed’s shoulder. The woman from the picture.

“It’s me you want. Not him.” This was Gault? Gault the Nightmare. One of the three major arcana was a normal-looking woman. No, not normal looking. You could feel a film of magic around her. She was using illusionary magic. This wasn’t her true form.

“Oh my God, Mom?” Rose gasped, wanting to step forward, but being held back by a hand from Morpheus.

“That is not your mother, Rose,” Morpheus warned. Something seemed to click in Jed’s mind and he pulled down his mask.

“Rose? Is that you?” The siblings rushed forwards and hugged.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” Rose gasped, reaching up to cup Jed’s cheeks. The little boy beamed and looked back at Gault.

“Mom, it’s Rose. She’s all grown up.” Jed said excitedly.

“I’m sorry, Jed,” Morpheus spoke out before he raised his hand.

“Morpheus, I swear! Don’t—,” You tried to get out before he revealed Gault’s true form. It was too late. The facade of Walker’s mother faded to reveal a beautiful woman with the galaxy and stars within her skin.

“Mom! What did you do to her!?”

“Jed! Jed, look at me.” Rose called out, holding Jed back from going after Morpheus. “She is not our mom. Our mom is not here, but I am, and I need you to tell me where you are.”

“I’m right here?” Jed responded in confusion.

“No, Jeddy, this is a dream. When you wake up, where will you be? Look, Did you write this?” Rose held up the paper she had been carrying.

“Uncle Barnaby said he’s gonna break every bone in my body,” Jed replied, backing away. “Aunt Clarice won’t be able to stop him.”

While Rose tried to get Jed to tell her where he was, your eyes went to Gault. Gault was crying. Obviously, she was doing this for a reason, she wasn’t harming Jed, no, in fact, she seemed to want to protect him.

“Oh,” You breathed out, automatically taking a step forwards to see what had upset the arcana so much. Morpheus was sharply yanking you back. “Morpheus!” You hissed at him.

“Come, Gault, we must go,” Morpheus said. Your head snapped to his. Did he not intend to follow through with his word to find where Jed was? No, he did stay true to his words. You had found Jed, but no promise had been made regarding his physical body. Gault solemnly walked over.

“No, Morpheus we are not leaving, not now,” You snapped at him, harshly yanking on your wrist. He pulled on it, dragging your body against his while he stared down into your eyes coldly. You glared into his eyes, your irises no doubt blazing silver in anger. You looked back at Rose who glanced at you just as the dream faded and you disappeared. Landing in the throne room, you all but wrenched your arm out of its socket putting distance between yourself and Morpheus. “Are you out of your bloody mind!?” You shouted at him. “You just left—“

Morpheus was stepping forward and seizing your chin in hand, jerking your face up. You let out a small cry and saw his normally silver-blue eyes burn in simmering rage.

“Do not think yourself to be in control of my realm and affairs, Y/N Burgess.” He hissed out. It wasn’t his words or his anger that scared you. It was the lack of emotion you were currently feeling from him. Like he didn’t even care that he had just ripped someone’s longtime hope from them. Your lips trembled and you couldn’t decide if it was because you wanted to erupt into a raging noxious storm of animosity or because you felt like bursting into tears. Well, the tears were a given because you felt your eyes burning. He had pushed you too far this time. Feeling overwhelmed and that your lungs were constricting in your chest, you concentrated on transporting yourself to your little safe haven. The garden. You disappeared from Morpheus’s hold in a violent vortex of sand, leaving behind an angry Morpheus.

You landed and stumbled, falling to your knees on the tiled path. Your knees took the brunt of your fall and tears started leaking from your burning eyes. No, don’t let him know how much he had hurt you. Don’t let him see your weakness. You focused on the wall and threw everything you had at it, watching as it rose like an impenetrable fortress. Once sheltered, you let out a shuddering breath before sobbing, feeling silence and nothing for the first time in so long. Loneliness crept in like it had been waiting at the door for a sliver of a chance to sneak back in the first chance it had. But you’d have loneliness over him. Loneliness over heartbreak. Overhead the skies darkened in a storm and you knew it was because of you. Good. The entire realm would feel just how upset you were and would see it. You couldn’t suffer in silence anymore, you wouldn’t.

Your fingernails sunk into the tile below, gouging chunks of stone until you had clawed valleys. Anger filled your veins, then cracks started appearing around you, spreading to the rest of the pathway like disease. The beautiful plants around you started to go limp and die. What was green turned brown then black. Soon the entire garden was dead, not even the statues were spared. They crumbled and aged, breaking apart into barely recognizable chunks of marble. The fountain stopped its gurgling, and grew dark in color, cracking in half. This was no longer an oasis, but a graveyard. You blinked and hot tears soon turned glacier-cold. Lifting your eyes from the crackled and broken tile, you stared at the stormy skies and focused on your power one last time. Eyes burning silver as power spun around you in a vortex, you had one last thought: you knew better than to push me, Morpheus. You knew better.

Date Published: 11/25/22

Last Edit: 8/20/23

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