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and-this-of-all-my-hopes · 9 months

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I’m calling it now -

In Season 1, we had Crowley believe that Aziraphale was dead.

In Season 3, we are going to see Aziraphale believe Crowley is dead.

#can you imagine?#today I chose violence #tell me im wrong #good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #michael sheen #david tennant #terry pratchett #neil gaiman #good omens 2 #good omens spoilers #good omens 3

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0fmorningstars · 1 month

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#meme #good morning #today i chose violence #hazbinhotel #adamsapple #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lucifer

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mimi-croissant · 8 months

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I think it’s so foul how they emphasized how important Reki and Langa’s relationship was for them and then ripped it away in the same episode

#sk8 the infinity #renga #reki kyan #langa hasegawa #today i chose violence

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smimon · 7 months

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Käärijätober day 12: Messy hair

#today i chose violence #but not for him idk he's just making faces i don't think it counts as aggressive (another prompt for today)#and i may be too lazy to write another word on paper #whatever #käärijä #art by op #fanart #my art #käärijätober

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captora · 1 year

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Do you ever think about how Ahsoka probably found less than 1/10th of the bodies?

#star wars fan art #ahsoka fanart #ahsoka tano #clone wars season 7 #the clone wars #the clone war #star wars #sw tcw #every day I wake up #here’s the drawing without the music #i’m so upset #today I chose violence #captora art

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kittycat-in-the-dark · 5 months

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The whole thing with the "who is the true angry Robin" thing is so stupid.

Look, generally, i have a problem with any of the Robins (but especially with Jason and Dick) being just labelled or defined as the Angry Robin. Because it is reductive as hell and is an assumption made by general fanon based mostly on some out of context panels and/or information.

This labelling of these characters is so limiting. Like, do these people think that people (and fictional characters that are supposed to represent people) are defined by only one charcateristic/emotion? It's just that I think this simple labelling is kinda dumb, idk. Especially considering that people also are doing it in the sense of "oooh look, this is proof that Dick is the angry/angriest Robin, so that means that we proved that Jason was never the angry Robin" or something.

Like, all of the Robins have had moments of anger. All of them have had and have reasons to be angry. But anger is not a characteristic that defines them as being their main one. Yes, you can make the argument that some of them let themselves be consumed by anger more often than the others or deal with it in a "worse way", but anger doesn't define any of them. Only in moments and arcs where it made sense for them to be angry. Like Dick being angry at Bruce for not telling him Jason died, being angry when he thought Joker killed Tim, Jason being angry for being unavenged, or when Bruce lied to him about his intentions when he brought him to the place Damian died. Or when they were kids and Robin, being angry because of loosing their parents. But this anger comes more from sadness and pain from their trauma.

So like, please chill with the angry Robin thing. Plus, stop making it this kind of competition for winning the "Angriest Robin" title. It's dumb. It's so dumb... just stop, stop it. It's annoying and makes no sense.

And especially to put that dumb title on DICK GRAYSON?? THE EMBODIMENT OF HOPE. THE INSPIRATION OF THE HERO COMMUNITY. THE LEVEL HEADED LEADER OF SO MANY HERO TEAMS. LIKE, ARE PEOPLE THAT CLAIM THIS HIGH OR SOMETHING??

#today i chose violence #dick grayson #jason todd #dc #alexa talks here

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marsti · 2 years

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"umbrella academy did viktor's transition arc too quick it's bad representation" "dead end: paranormal park was too stereotypical" oh my G-D shut UP when i was your age all i had was this terrible fucking movie called boys don't cry i'm going to go fucking apeshit do you even hear yourselves

#shut up sender #transgender #trans #transmasc #transmasculine #transandrophobia #was originally for my serious blog but fuck it im posting on main #today i chose violence

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spunknbite · 9 months

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South Downs, revisited

The garden faces south.

Wisteria and lavender. Borders of delphinium. Brilliant violet asters, peonies and shock-white hydrangeas. Hostas that could use splitting come spring. Hollyhocks thriving, standing ten feet easy. Lady’s Mantle, climbing roses, snap dragons. Yarrow, a lot of yarrow.

Grow you a garden. Start from seed, from the beginning, the inception. Dirt under fingernails, cracked terracotta pots, noon sun high. Watch stalks rise and flowers bloom, creation, something new and whole and yours.

There’s lattice-work arches too. A little neglected, water-warped wood imprinted with decades of climbing tendrils tattooing the grain. The clematis has fallen back, overstretched and thinning at the apex, but still the stains of its vines remain on the wood, revealing past summers. The patio stones that dot the perimeter are smoothed almost slippery from years of use and rain. Initials are carved in the trunk of the overgrown birch that shadows the back gate. SM + RB dug deep in testament, a fine layer of moss creeping at the edges.

Loved, this garden was loved by its former caretakers. Could be loved again, certainly.

There’s room enough to spread out. Add some colour — daylilies, cosmos, bellflowers. Coax some ivy up the brick. Mint as ground cover, along with flowering thyme, lily of the valley, phlox.

He could build an awning off the back wall, offer some more cover. Move the hostas – they’d be happier under the protection. Plant some astilbes, coral bells, some begonias in the summer. Add a few lounges, a place for an angel to read while it storms.

Maybe an apple tree, if he’s feeling bold.

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“I quite miss the country,” Aziraphale says one afternoon. A sip of tea, the familiar clink of cup on saucer. “It’s been centuries.”

“Tadfield?”

“Centuries since I’ve holidayed properly. The occasional day trip hardly counts.”

“You can’t leave this shop.”

“Not permanently, maybe just to get some air. See the sky again.” Saucer meets desk. A smile his way, blue eyes alight,

“And I will make thee beds of Roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of Myrtle”

“For Satan’s sake, you’re invoking Marlowe of all people?”

“And why shouldn’t I? Just because he’s been a smidge overshadowed by —”

“You know he was an atheist, angel?”

“Even a broken clock is right twice a day.”

“And that broken clock can write poetry too?”

“Quite.”

The bell above the shop door rings, and Aziraphale is off.

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The third bedroom is just a nook really; it peaks out of a dormer window overlooking the back garden. It has built-in shelves along one wall, inset and bordered with the sort of colonial crown moulding that Crowley imagines only Aziraphale would truly appreciate. Grandmotherly; shelves seemingly meant to house sun-faded doilies and ceramic cats.

But it could be a library. Granted, a small one, but there was space enough for a collection of the essentials with room to spare under the window for a desk. An angel must keep up with his correspondence, after all.

Dear angel, he’d written once, centuries ago. Then scribbled it out.

Dear angel, he’d written again, not long after. Then burned it.

Dear angel, he’d written again and again and again. Wasted paper made pulp made paper again, never sent.

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He buys the damned cottage.

Dumb idea. Impulsive, really. Like a lot of what he did, what he still does — gets a notion in his demonic skull and just charges on, unencumbered by reflection. As if he trusts some higher power is looking out for him, has his back – the absurdity of it. Once upon a time before the beginning of the world, he’d sauntered vaguely downward without really considering all the consequences, the ramifications of it all; hadn’t weighed and measured, worked out the celestial maths. No, he made a choice and paid for it without knowing the price.

(he would have kept sauntering on anyway, knowing where it would ultimately lead — earth and humans and their wonderful cars and Aziraphale and and and — but he hadn’t known then, couldn’t have known, just what shape his damnation would take, and that was rather the point; he was a careless idiot)

Here too, on earth. We can run away together — Alpha Centauri. Get an idea, a cocked up, stupid thought and go all in on it.

The Bentley, raging down London streets. A sharp, nearly blind corner. Is there oncoming traffic? Could he stop if he wanted to? Who’s even in control, has he ever been? Has he gone from one master to another to another?

You go too fast for me, Crowley.

So he buys the damned cottage, because what else can he do?

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Aziraphale gets in the elevator and Crowley gets in the Bentley. He doesn’t know where he’s going, but it’s not South Downs.

Also on ao3 for anyone interested.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #good omens season 2 #good omens spoilers #today i chose violence #south downs happily ever afters are my fav candy of choice so hey let's ruin that just like season 2 ruined me

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playitagainmyjohnny · 1 year

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