An Ode to Aziraphale
Aziraphale,
Yes, I adore you because you are an angel.
A literal angel from Heaven and yet you are not perfect.
I love that you try and do the right thing even when you know your superiors will not like it, even when your plans go awry.
I adore your sassy ass.
I think you are odd and brave and entirely too wrapped in your own head sometimes.
I love the joy you find in Earthly, human things you don't need.
You are adorable when you get annoyed.
It's very, ahh, affecting.
Your silliness makes me giggle and persuades me to be more open and free and unashamed in my own rl.
Your huge heart and openness to learn and to consider others' experience and point of view are themselves a miracle.
Angel or not, you care for the humans you don't entirely understand.
I adore that you fell in love with a demon not because he's handsome, but because he's kind and considerate, and because he cares.
I adore how much you rankle each other and yet you are each others' worlds.
I love that you pay attention. To things that may seem as ephemeral as an actor's enjoyment in playing a role, or the playwright's success with it.
I adore you for trying to cheer up a friend who you knew was very likely doing things you should be wanting to punish him for.
I love that after 6000 years with humans, watching them murder each other in increasingly innovative ways you still melt at signs of love between them.
I adore that you are happy to do things imperfectly even though you could miracle everything to be impeccable every time.
This goes for your worn, loved clothes as well.
I adore that you implicitly trust a demon.
And that you taught him to trust more as well.
I adore that you pay attention to what others do and not what they say.
I adore you for not giving up.
I adore you for making the hardest decision to have a shot at the best possible future.
You deserve to be happy angel.
And adored.
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The new, updated version of my Dream Library print is available here with 3 background colour options!
Which would you most want? I would personally love to read the potentially award winning book that I occasionally have vague ideas about writing..
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Well folks, it happened.
Today I had the talk.
With my therapist.
About Good Omens.
Did I get any advice on how to manage my hyperfixation that has taken over my life to the point that it has become a problem?
No.
Did he pull out his phone and Google "Good Omens" and say "Oh, Neat. There's a lot of famous people in this. Oh, Neil Gaiman! I'll have to watch this."
Why yes, yes he did.
Me:
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Launching my first art blogs with a small comic based on the amazing words of Ursula K. Le Guin!
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Reblog In 5 seconds for good luck
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Feeling a lot of feelings about how Hadestown doesn't present the story as "Orpheus turned around and everything fell apart and there was nothing anyone could do to fix it" and instead presents a story that says "he turned around, he doubted, he failed, but if we keep telling his story maybe one day Orpheus won't" and it's not just about Orpheus as a single character, it's a bout every Orpheus, everyone who runs up against a system they can't change and fails and everyone who sees that failure and gets back up and says "maybe I can change it now" and tries again. That Orpheus failed isn't the takeaway of the story. The takeaway is that one day he might succeed.
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Let’s see you little punks smash my letterbox now
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The picnic - (2023)
"Aww, You see! Isn’t a picnic a good idea ? And this linen shirt I gave you Iooks absolutely lovely on you."
"Argh...I don't know...I guess! Not sure about the shirt, though: it's not really my color."
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<3 She's my favorite.
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Via @Ed_Solomon at Twitter. Here's a clearer copy, in case (as a result of the looming Twitpocalypse) the original goes missing.
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I've been struggling with some losses myself. This is a very striking and honest way to describe the feeling.
this may come off very blunt and out of the blue, but i need an answer and i can't ask anyone i know, so i apologise profusely if you find this derogatory in any way possible.
i'm 14 and i found out what death means when i was 3 and living with my grandparents. i figured that when someone dies, you can't see them anymore. you can't talk to them, you can't laugh with them. they aren't there anymore. and i cried. i cried so hard i vomited.
ever since i've struggled to think about death and what lies beyond. i'm scared. of growing up, of dying, of seeing people around me die. and i don't know what to do.
i know this will likely get lost among the hundreds of thousands of asks in you inbox, but if by fate you read this, please tell me
how does it feel when someone you know dies?
hank you, and i apologise once again if this is disrespectful. i know it's a pretty deranged thing to ask, especially to a well-known writer who has gone through life. i'm sorry if this brings up sad memories, but i need an answer.
all the best to you and everyone around you, mr neil.
Mostly it feels terrible. It even feels terrible when it’s someone who has been in a lot of pain for a long time or has not really been there for a long time and you know that Death has in some ways been a blessing: suddenly you are mourning the whole person.
It doesn’t get easier as you age. It gets stranger. The point where you realise how many people you used to know and like who aren’t there any longer, and you cannot talk to them or see them or laugh with them is painful in a way that I had never expected. The first time that someone you had a romantic relationship with dies and you realise that there had been moments both of you shared and now you are the sole custodian of those moments and one day you will be gone and they will be lost forever is peculiarly strange and hard.
But there is a comfort. And it’s the realisation that you aren’t alone in any of this. Everybody who lives will die. And we are here and doing things because other people died to make room for us, and we in our turn will die to make room for our children and their children and on and on.
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Hi, Good Omens fans! What are your thoughts on Crowley not remembering people from his prefall life, like FurFur, Saraqael and Metatron?
It could be he simply didn't want to remember that period for a long time so those people are lost to his memory by now, or maybe he just doesn't care to remember them, idk...
But it's still interesting that he is asked 3 times if he remembers angel/ex angel's name and nothing, while he easily remembers humans. All that in the same season the supreme archangel was about to get his memory wiped for his defection and hid it himself to protect it.
And I know Crowley talks about making nebulas and meeting Lucifer in season 1 but still. Could his "I met a lot of people" be just an excuse? 🤔 Idk. Food for thoughts. Lol
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