Yet more David Tennant and Michael Sheen at the Good Omens Premiere in London (because they’re adorable together and I can’t get enough of them)
As an agent of chaos it is my duty to bring this ship potential to your attention. Lord Beelzebub/Archangel Gabriel, I’m calling it Ineffable Bureaucracy
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(Tumblr for some reason doesn’t let me add text to asks, so I took a picture of it and made a separate post to it. I will keep doing this for asks until they fix it.)
Hi, I think it boils down to this part from the book:
Aziraphale was dithering. He’d been dithering for some twelve hours. His nerves, he would have said, were all over the place. He walked around the shop, picking up bits of paper and dropping them again, fiddling with pens.
He ought to tell Crowley.
No, he didn’t. He wanted to tell Crowley. He ought to tell Heaven. He was an angel, after all. You had to do the right thing. It was built-in.
Aziraphale is fighting with himself, with him being an angel - with both build-in and learned loyalties to Heaven. He doesn’t tell them about the Antichrist, his location and identity from the start either. He is caught in the middle of what he feels he wants to do (tell Crowley) and what he feels he ought to do (tell Heaven).
the lotr films love to present gimli as the ugly, dirty, ignorantly rude
comic relief when the reality is that aragorn is a sweaty, grimy,
greasy-haired ranger who sleeps rough on the road and maybe bathes once a
month, and legolas is a feral cat who eats dirt and sleeps in trees and threatens
anyone who tries to start shit with his friends with a notched arrow to the skull regardless of the potential consequences,
while gimli is a dwarf prince who actually acts the part, is
well-educated and mannered, has a strong sense of honor and duty,
appreciates song, poetry and other fine arts and crafts as well as food
and drink, and is actually probably the cleanest member of the three
hunters. anti-dwarf propaganda never sleeps.
headcanon that during their time in the wild together chasing merry and
pippin aragorn and legolas started behaving more and more oddly and
gimli wasn’t sure whether it was because they were becoming friends so
they felt they could be more like themselves around each other or if
they were just fucking with him, but either way he was too afraid to ask
aragorn: *crouches down* *picks up a fistful of soil and starts chewing it thoughtfully* the uruk-hai are heading east
gimli: you can tell that just from the dirt?
aragorn: what? oh no, i figured that out from these tracks here. this is just a snack.
gimli:
legolas: *tears a strip of moss from one of the trees in fangorn forest and starts munching on it as they walk*
gimli, sniffling: i hate this fucking family
i keep wanting to make a post about this picture but what do i have to say about it. Nothing
This is so real, honestly I’m just trying to make it to play Kingdom Hearts III
Years ago when my PTSD/depression was really bad I always made sure I had some kind of cookie dough or cookie dough mix in the house. And then if it escalated and I got the impulse to kill myself, I’d start baking cookies instead. And then I couldn’t do it because the cookies were baking. And once the whole process of preparing the dough, preheating the oven, baking the cookies, and letting them cool was over usually at least half and hour had passed and my meds had kicked in and I’d be like “well I guess I have to live now because I have freshly baked delicious cookies.” And then I’d just snack on suicide cookies a little bit at a time for the rest of the week and weirdly enough it helped.
This is brilliant. I need to do this. I love baking so much. It’s one of my favorite hobbies. I should make a fuckton of cookie dough and freeze it. I also need a recipe for perfect freezable “suicide cookies” because that’s just the perfect dark millennial humor that tickles me.
I’m glad you like this idea because I always want to tell people about the concept of “suicide cookies” (or really any kind of physical self harm cookies) but not everyone has my fucked up sense of humor and I worry about offending people by accident.
College me was like this with cupcakes. I’d bake cupcakes. All the cupcakes. I’d have so many cupcakes I’d be giving them away, and it was always lovely to see how happy people were when I have them cupcakes, because something nice came out of some of my darkest moments.
This is another rare form of “procrastibaking” and I appreciate it
[2x18] Promise of divine punishment on Gaius and the entire human race.
Interesting that because Gaius failed in his secret mission to protect Hera, the whole humanity should suffer for it. The responsibility is laid on him, not Roslin or Adama, the actual leaders and decisionmakers in the Fleet.
But then, Hera is actually alive, so there shouldn’t be any punishment at all.
Head Six just disappearing on Gaius without any outside interference usually means that he’s screwed really bad. He doesn’t have her protection anymore.
ok let’s talk about my new ship in this fandom
*based on @infinitony post*
it was crowley who gave them these t-shirts change my mind
*- gabriel, wait how does it work??!!*
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