[cosmictuesdays]

[gallusrostromegalus]

There’s “Death of the Author” a critical perspective that hold that an author’s intentions and background don’t really matter to the intepretation the work evokes in the viewer.  You can still enjoy, transform or derive whatever meaning you like from the work regardless of whatever the author is doing on twitter.

Since many series that have inspired transformative works are not written by a single author- they’re the work of a creative team, or a series of directors, or so many writers that the latest weren’t even alive when the series began- I propose a new term: Cataclysimic Exctinction Of The Authors, a critical perspective that acknoldeges that Group Projects Are Terrible and that the veiwer should feel free to sift through the rubble like a paleontologist, looking for exciting fragments to reconstruct into new interpretations, and to disregard the dirt.

[veliseraptor]

#cataclysmic extinction of the author #this is what being a comics fan is in a nutshell thank you op (via @portraitoftheoddity)

[julielilac]

Good Omens scenes that immediately made me think of Doctor Who. Part 2.

[good-omens-fanart]

[yihagathe]

They are creatures of habits …

[sloanzone]

I was catching up on e3 streams and trying to figure out how to draw crowley and decided that he’d probably love this job

(plus the edit I know you want to see)

[khorazir]

On the train back from London, working on an artwork set in St. James’s Park … 😉

[cosmictuesdays]

Try to praise the mutilated world.
Remember June’s long days,
and wild strawberries, drops of wine, the dew.
The nettles that methodically overgrow
the abandoned homesteads of exiles.
You must praise the mutilated world.
You watched the stylish yachts and ships;
one of them had a long trip ahead of it,
while salty oblivion awaited others.
You’ve seen the refugees heading nowhere,
you’ve heard the executioners sing joyfully.
You should praise the mutilated world.
Remember the moments when we were together
in a white room and the curtain fluttered.
Return in thought to the concert where music flared.
You gathered acorns in the park in autumn
and leaves eddied over the earth’s scars.
Praise the mutilated world
and the grey feather a thrush lost,
and the gentle light that strays and vanishes
and returns.

Adam Zagajewski (via gatheringbones)

[theskystealerthebookthief]

Good Omens Fandom I need a hand

I think the snake tattoo by Crowley’s ear is the same snake from that post about a scholar talking about the snake of eden being one we should thank for curiosity, awareness, etc.

@neil-gaiman also wrote a short bit between Aziraphale and Crowley in a reblog of it but I can’t seem to find it? A little help?

[darilaros-v]

Okay but imagine if Aziraphale dodged the portal to Heaven, escaped the bookshop, and hurried to tell Crowley about the Antichrist, but all he found at his apartment was the puddle of holy water and demon goo next to a plant mister.

[onlyfangz]

a nice and accurate list of things that crowley is responsible for:

- tik tok (both the song and the platform)
- expensive colognes that smell like shit
- chain restaurants
- plastic straws
- call centres
- The Sun newspaper
- rubbers that just smudge instead of erasing
- Taylor Swift’s rise to fame
- monarchies
- slow internet connections
- apple (the company, not the fruit)
- pepsi
- anti-vaxxers
- Disney
- the phrases “wuu2″, “k”, and emojis

[221blilli]

Every demon in hell: is dirty, ugly, smell like poo, with body deformities and/or animal-like parts

Crowley, with shiny red hair, perfect body and fashioned outfit, looking the camera like he’s in The Office: I am completely in love with this cute angel, I can’t risk every chance I have just because I look like shit. I have a dignity