Addressing the toxic team black accusations against Tom Glynn-Carney.
First and foremost, he is not a rapist; his character, Aegon, the second Targaryen, is. Second of all, I hate how some of you pretend Viserys and Daemon weren't groomers. Nine times out of ten, you don't see sane people from Team Green making rape accusations against Paddy and Matt. Just please fucking stop it; it's like some of you really want to ruin this man's career. And you can say what you want, so please do comment in defense of the toxic actions being taken because I want all the smoke. I was also told by my aunt that he was a rapist, but I was quick to shut that shit down from the door. It goes to show how quickly false information is spread and how much it could really impact somebody's life. It's disgusting and makes me sick that some of you team black fans have so much hatred for his character that some of you are willing to corrupt this man's life. I find it hilarious that some of you have the sheer audacity to be that fucking bold behind a computer screen or a screen of whatever mobile device is in your possession, but would some of you ever make a statement like that in front of his face? No, most of you wouldn't even dare to do so because he is able to sue for defamation in court by law. So, please don't ditch what you can take because you will get verbally bodied by me morally, and that's not a will; that's a promise.
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EVERYTHING about the second season of good omens that we have seen so far has me completely obsessed. it is literally everything i have dreamt of and i can't believe i get to just watch it all unfold before my two very eyes. jealous crowley??? give it to me !!!! the slow realization that they've been in love this whole time??? yes!!!! the painful pining, tiptoeing around each other because they just don't know how to proceed, this whole time they've had an excuse for being around each other because essentially they had to 'thwart' one another and had the arrangement but now they are completely free of their respective offices and now comes the question of 'oh, what actually are we?'. not to mention that they're celestial beings whose relationship exceeds any human understandings so they don't even know how to go about defining each other. and in the new clip released today we see aziraphale hesitate when he says 'he and i...go back a long time', because perhaps he wanted to say more but he isn't sure where they stand either and what crowley is okay with and i want to HUG neil gaiman for creating the most delicious dynamic i've ever seen in any piece of media. them eventually and finally coming together in the end will make me explode with the pent-up feelings of having to watch them slowly realize that their beings are interlaced and one can't exist without the other; they exist only because the other exists and they only make sense together. and they will find their ultimate purpose and meaning in love and in each other.
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Cw: suggestive as heck ofmd art!👇🌹🔞
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I am aware of all the cute art suggestions I’ve gotten!❤️
but I simply must feed the gremlin in my brain that has been going: “brrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!” ever since episode 6.🙏
Can you imagine moving on after this???
I’m proudly waving my asexual flag while staring, disrespectfully!👀
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that episode of game changer was so successfully unsettling and horror-y like the glitches?? the static layered over the whole thing after enough loops?? the home videos?? the different camera angles??? i love time loops and horror movies and args this is tailored for me. incredibly it took until siobhan said "by the end of this i will know how to play the piano" for me to go TIME LOOP TIME LOOP TIME L. and trapp going "put your little hand in mine ..." as he trudges out for the fifth time and also that loop he repeats everything "grant" says it's all so good and so fucking weird. i said this for bingo but truly they deserve to win an emmy this season my god
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crowley has never been afraid of the dark.
born inside of the void, in the spaces between particles between waves, he was darkness and heat, the light only following once he reached into his chest and wove Her grace into stars. cosmic engineering, quantum theories and equations rolling off his tongue, and a joy so primal, so real it defined him as much as the galaxies taking shape in front of him.
light only exists to counter its absence, just like there is no cold but simply a lack of heat.
it takes him a while to understand that love needs not just the absence of itself but fear to be seen, to be lived. a contrast, a force growing from itself and defying physics by leaving everything unchanged unless it is afraid of being touched. aziraphale's gaze will meet his across time, desire fighting shame fighting guilt, and he could never blame him for leaving; not on the walls of eden, not in the end.
fleeing from twin smiles and two heartbeats is a confession, it is truth, it is proof. an absence of light results in darkness, and yet there is always an edge, a shimmering, brightening dawn, and he clings to the borders of weightlessness and closes his eyes.
crowley floats through lonely centuries, swallows the sting of rejection, forces his lungs to keep breathing whenever a gentle palm presses against his skin just to disappear as quickly as it had appeared. aziraphale's denial, his often mindless cruelty, lives between fear and love, hydrogen molecules inhabiting what has never been a complete void but the promise of life.
love needs loss needs nothing lasts forever, and it only hurts because there had been light and heat and vanquished shadows.
because they had been something worth losing, something that could be destroyed.
crowley has never been afraid of the dark, but he is afraid of this: reaching for a hand and finding absence, closing his eyes and opening them to silence, speaking his name and tasting its empty echo on his tongue.
matter cannot be destroyed, only created, and yet we fear singing black holes for light lost forever is equal to extinction.
love will not disappear, only grow, for a life lived in the shadow of fear and with hopeless hope can still be touched, but it will dim until it loses its shape.
until love is loss and swallows itself whole.
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