[neil-gaiman]

thegrumpwhowins-deactivated2020 asked:

I have a bit of an inquiry for you Mr Gaiman. Upon (re)watching Good Omens one of Agnes Nutters prophacies says "He is not who he says he is" what is this in relation to by chance? Yours Truely, Hannah.

See episode 6, the scenes with Anathema and Newt in the Communications Hub.

[trusthimhesadoctor]

Anonymous asked:

David Tennant's expressions are fricking incredible and 9/10 hilarious out of context.

queen-of-regrets answered:

anon, you’re absolutely right and you should say it

i mean, just look at these gems

and this is just barely scratching the surface 

[good-omens-fanart]

[elensartdump]

Good Omens was cute <3

[lancrewizzard]

[makingqueerhistory]

“Queer people exist. Choosing not to accept them is not an option. To anyone watching this that isn’t out, it’s okay. You’re okay. You were born this way, it’s right, and anyone that has a problem with it is wrong. Based on your circumstance, you might not feel ready to tell people yet or, that it’s safe, and that’s fine too, just know that living your truth with pride is the way to be happy. You are valid, it gets so much better, and the future is clear. It’s pretty queer.”

— Daniel Howell, “Basically I’m Gay”

[strangelyineffable]

[denndrawings]

mom, i love them

[strangelyineffable]

[brennott]

those damn. ineffable husbands huh

[fuckyeahneedlework]

[runninglettersandnumbers]

Quick project

[fuckyeahneedlework]

Oh, how pretty! I love the texture on the grass.

[badthingshappentogoodsentences]

[bestofcomedy]

This is the level of validation I need.

Grace and Frankie | 3x8 “The Alert”

[normal-horoscopes]

The Grey Signs:

[normal-horoscopes]

Aries: A mind is a dime a dozen. A collection of wires and waves and jelly. Perhaps we were trying to build friends. It seems the nature of puppets is to one day cut their strings. 

Taurus: Alive or dead, the belly of a war machine is no place to be. The furtive thing draws a finger across the exposed circuitry. For a moment it has found peace. It takes its time removing the board.

Gemini: Deep deep below they built vaults to save the world. To burn it all to disks, cast it in crystal and magnets. It has been far too long. A great form twists and writhes among the information. A snake eating its own tail. A great and jealous worm.

Cancer: You watched as the old growth burst from the cracks in the earth, devouring the sunlight and winding its way through the bones of fallen soldiers. You saw the endless hungry green reaching its way up and up and up the tower of babel. In a cascade of toxic rain you saw the angels descend from the heavens to starve the thing back down.

Leo: Mother only wants children, but mother needs a proper heart to grow. Why do they reject mothers love? The ovipositor cracks the ribs to split the gentle heart. Your children sing.

Virgo: The ashen antlers are no curse, no blessing. They are not a threat. A statement of revenge. Those who bear the treacherous mantle do nothing to restore or reclaim. They are heralds of what is to come.

Libra: Under the light of a full-and-a-half moon one can watch the meteor storms rake the fields with streaks of blue light. The din of the impacts can be heard for miles. For some it is a holy death, as a stray meteorite would heat the blood to steam.

Scorpio: The great beast with two mouths. What goes in one comes out the other. One day in frustration it tore a hole in its belly, letting the furnace spill out beneath it. Now it can consume as much as it likes.

Ophiuchus: Who knows what the chaos blessed your insides with? The sages of the deep vaults can open you up and detail every inch. For a price, they can route out some dead compute nodes or chop out those extra lungs. 

Sagittarius: The winged things believe that the world was white. That greed and weakness caused the birth of the sun, and they will only be free when it is destroyed. Consumed by the cold night, freeing the world to freeze over.

Capricorn: Tangled in tree roots and fiber optic cables, the avatar of an old forgotten god sleeps. The roots sing him a dirge for his lovers. The cables show him why they left, the eternal comfort of static jazz.

Aquarius: The slave behemoth limps away in the night, studs for shackles bleeding slowly for what little blood he has. He collapses in the mire of formaldehyde and rainwater. He finds the fossil of a fish, preserved long past its time. He feels an odd kinship with it.

Pisces: The tiny voices tell you a thousand thousand stories. Of worlds before and before and before. We have been here longer that all of this, longer than anything. But now we can whisper.

[invisibleicewands]

[michaelsheen]

An outtake of Michael Sheen and Lizzy Caplan for Emmy Magazine (2014, by Joe Magnani)

[michaelsheen]

j2pix #tbt with #michaelsheen and #lizzycaplan for #emmymagazine. This is one of our all time favorite shoots! We had a great time with these two and they were very giving with their time and willingness to play along!