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I love that in the s1 finale crowley immediately spots which books weren’t in the bookshop before the fire — i see you, demon who had yelled earlier ‘do i look like i own a bookshop’

#good omens #crowley #ineffable husbands

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#good omens #crowley

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No no you don't understand! I want to watch this show/movie, read this book, listen to this podcast, etc.! But I must be in the right mindset and the exact head space to begin, or I just can't!

#the first time is the most important #if you're not in the right mindset the piece of media is ruined for ever #you can never get a first time back

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DOCTOR WHO SEASON 14 EPISODE TITLES

#doctor who

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shoemakerobstetrician replied to your post “Pinterest comments of the week: Good Omens S1…”

I believe the phrase is bedroom eyes.

@shoemakerobstetrician I believe you're right...

I also love that we have so many examples of Michael giving David bedroom eyes over the years and David either playing it cool or pretending not to notice, but the second David gives Michael bedroom eyes, Michael's brain goes completely offline for at least a minute. Like he can't even turn to look fully at David because he knows he'll never get the rest of the sentence out.

They're honestly both so un-subtle around each other, and I always can't help thinking that if either Michael or David was a woman, there would be no question of the undertones to the way they look at each other. Love, yes; adoration, certainly...but that sexual chemistry is undeniable...

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A satirical papyrus showing a lady mouse being served wine by a cat while another cat dresses her hair, a third cares for her baby, and a fourth fans her. The mice have hilarious huge, round ears.

Where: Egyptian Museum Cairo

When: New Kingdom

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More minisode connections:

Right here.

All of the minisodes are on this matchbox.

The matchbox is from the Resurrectionist pub.

It has a quote from the Book of Job on it.

The quote is 41:19, or, if you flip that, 1941.

What is up with these intense minisode hints??

#good omens

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I just woke up from another comatose but restlessness stressed out night of sleep filled with financial data and people screaming at me, so...

@happy-mokka , I'm stunned, not even sure what to say here... except, I love you too.

Blergh, you know I'm not good with showing emotions and this stuff. Disgusting. So, yeah, this is quite a leap here. Trying to better myself though...

I'm so glad I could make your birthday at least a little bit less dreadful this year. Maybe next year it'll even be fun!

And to all the other stuff that made me cry a little but also warmed my little black heart: I know how you feel. It's the same for me. You're not alone. We're in this together. And I wouldn't want it any other way.

Onward to better times!

PS: I don't know why, but now I have "we're off to see thr wizard, the wonderful wizard of oz" stuck in my head. You figure that one out.

Happy birthday to me!!! 🎂

Yeah. Hi. It's me. Middle-aged Aziraphale fangirl did his next big step in the direction of the big 50.

Wahooooo! Not really…

I hate my birthdays. Always did. Even as a child.

Now as this middle-aged queerish-dude I am still having a hard time, standing in the middle of things and being cheered on by others.

I was born. Great. Get along, people, nothing to see here. Can you all just go home please?

"Well, what the f*ck are you doing here then, right now, with this post, in the middle of an internet platform in front of a bunch of strangers?!?"

some of you might ask. And rightly so, I must add.

Way more than 12 hours before - it is now past 10 pm in Germany - so this morning after I woke up to be exact, I had seriously contemplated the possibility to call in sick on my birthday, and hide myself from the world, quietly sobbing on my couch. For the first time in my working life of 24 years. I had always been to work on my birthdays. No exception.

But the past months had been hard. I never really felt in control of things, still don't. Those who know me closer, know that I like to be in control. Always a plan at hand. Always prepared…

Only that it didn't really work out…hasn't for quite a long time. I just never admitted it to myself. Always kept on going. My family was always good in repressing things.

Don't show weakness. Keep on functioning. What will the others think? People depend on you!

My family also never really considered me being "a success story" by their standards. I am unmarried. Don't have children. No big career. Ok, I've put enough on the side to live a financial solid life in a nice appartment. But the first part really nagged at them, and through them at me.

So I was already unhappy for quite some time.

Together with an ongoing above-average and ever growing work-load at the office, this feeling of unhappiness turned slowly into dread and then deep sadness, until I felt close to breaking with the beginning of today.

Now, almost 15 hours later, I am here, writing this sappy stuff and am genuinely happy for the first time in months.

"What changed?"

Well, I was thinking about this a lot in the past hour. While sitting in the bus and later while walking home.

Honestly? Nothing really changed.

I got my eyes opened and my perspective adjusted by someone very dear to me. That's what friends are for, and she is the best of them. My bestie.

She is the one who got me addicted to Good Omens last year and pushed me onto this hellsite. She brought me Doctor Who and the Tardis (yeah, I know, shame on me, coming so late to the game…). She makes me constantly re-think my opinions and keeps opening new windows to look through on things I had missed or never noticed before. She is challenging me on a daily basis to be more than I normally would go for or did for many years. She became the closest friend I have ever had in my life. Sure, I know lots of people a lot longer in years. Some since Kindergarten. But none of them digged themselves so deep into the darkest corners of my soul. Places not even my brother or my parents ever got to see. She made me, a life long rather shy introvert, open up, despite the fact that she is even more introverted than I have ever been. I still don't fully understand all of it, but here I am, writing all this to an unknown audience, as proof. A year ago, this wouldn't have been possible, not even in my wildest dreams.

"So, you didn't realize this before?"

I did. It just got pushed aside by all the negative spiralling. Sometimes you don't see, what's right in front of you.

After work, I walked her home. I like doing that. Sometimes talking all the way. Sometimes just walking in silence side by side. At her place she handed me 2 presents and just like that, it clicked. Sometimes, it doesn't take much, if it comes from the heart…

People, meet my new Michael Sheen mug!!!

So, we basically bonded over Good Omens and as faith would have it, we are exactly Aziraphale (me) and Crowley (her) coded. 100%.

It makes me beyond happy, knowing that everytime I'll sip my coffee with my beloved Sheeny, on the other end of town she will sip her hot cocoa out of her corresponding new David Tennant mug.

Good Omens was not the only thing we found out to have in common. The common ground sometimes is really breathtaking and we still regularly stumble over new things it contains. So many things that we equally love. Books, movies, music, long walks, just sitting there in silence and taking in a beautiful view… On the other hand, we are so different in so many aspects, but with the feeling of it rather complementing than dividing us.

She loves to chrochet, I can't even hammer a nail strait into a sponge. Speaking of which, meet my 2nd gift: Audrey!!!!!!!!!

We watched "Little shop of Horrors" (the 1986 version with Rick Moranis) a few weeks ago. Both for the first time. Loved it. I immediately fell for "Audrey", the flesh-eating alien plant. Didn't speak anything out loud, still it didn't go unnoticed…and, yes, it is hand-made!!!

*sigh*

"So, what am I trying to say here?"

Good qestion…

Life can be cruel. Life will be hard at times. It will make you cry, like, a lot.

Try to not go through all this alone. Sometimes those that you least expect it from, turn out to become your anchor in the stormy sea or the lighthouse showing you the way. Build your own little family of friends (even if its just one). Hold them tight, once you found them. Love them with all that's in you. You will get it back ten fold.

To quote the great Neil Gaiman:

Why?

L🥰ve!

@uncleadelheid-will-eat-your-soul , thanks for being all that for me, little introverted geeky metal edgelord office girl, and thanks for enduring my annoying love for bad jokes and even worse puns…

P.S.: Sorry btw for the storm, lighthouse, anchor metaphors with you hating all that's related to the dark blue sea…I still didn't edit them out…maybe we'll be getting there. At least I left out fishy fish…

🐟🐠🐡🦈🌊🦑

#happy birthday #ineffable friendship #love your friends

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THE SASS

#doctor who #ninth doctor

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i feel so sick. michael christopher sheen died on the cross for us to give us these face journeys.

#good omens #i mean i fully agree #nonetheless i started laughing like an absolute idiot at this gif #thanks

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Call me by your name

"You two had a nice friendship." "Yes." "You’re too smart not to know how rare, how special, what you two had was." "Oliver was Oliver." "Parce-que c’etait lui, parce-que c’etait moi. (Because he was he, because I was I)" "Oliver may be very intelligent -" "Intelligent? He was more than intelligent. What you two had had everything and nothing to do with intelligence. He was good, and you were both lucky to have found each other, because you too are good." "I think he was better than me." "I’m sure he’d say the same thing about you, which flatters the two of you. When you least expect it, Nature has cunning ways of finding our weakest spot. Just remember:I am here. Right now you may not want to feel anything. Perhaps you never wished to feel anything. And perhaps it’s not to me that you’ll want to speak about these things. But feel something you obviously did. Look - you had a beautiful friendship. Maybe more than a friendship. And I envy you. In my place, most parents would hope the whole thing goes away, to pray that their sons land on their feet. But I am not such a parent. In your place, if there is pain, nurse it. And if there is a flame, don’t snuff it out. Don’t be brutal with it. We rip out so much of ourselves to be cured of things faster, that we go bankrupt by the age of thirty and have less to offer each time we start with someone new. But to make yourself feel nothing so as not to feel anything - what a waste! Have I spoken out of turn? Then let me say one more thing. It will clear the air. I may have come close, but I never had what you two had. Something always held me back or stood in the way. How you live your life is your business. Remember, our hearts and our bodies are given to us only once. And before you know it, your heart is worn out, and, as for your body, there comes a point when no one looks at it, much less wants to come near it. Right now there’s sorrow. Pain. Don’t kill it and with it the joy you’ve felt. We may never speak about this again. But I hope you’ll never hold it against me that we did. I will have been a terrible father if, one day, you’d want to speak to me and felt that the door was shut, or not sufficiently open." "Does mother know?" "I don’t think she does. But the way he says this means “Even if she did, I am sure her feelings would be no different than mine."

Empathy, compassion, tolerance, wisdom and love... Life in a nutshell condensed to 5 minutes.

*sigh*

#call me by your name

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I think the thing that gets me so bad about the final shot of Journeys End with Ten looking so fucking miserable alone in the TARDIS is that the last two major times Ten looked fucking miserable alone in the TARDIS it was like PSYCH Donna's here!!!! But now they cannot go psych Donna's here :(((((

#doctor who #tenth doctor #donna noble

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Good omens series 3 sneak peek

#good omens #ineffable husbands

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Crowley is reborn as a demon, their first love is for nature, the second, well, is close. 😇🌿 I’ve been working on this illustration for months! It started as a walk in Eden's garden, ended as a climb up a green mountain of leaves! You can find screen lock and wallpapers in HD, + psd file on my PATREON, Valesya art

#good omens

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More minisode connections:

Right here.

All of the minisodes are on this matchbox.

The matchbox is from the Resurrectionist pub.

It has a quote from the Book of Job on it.

The quote is 41:19, or, if you flip that, 1941.

What is up with these intense minisode hints??

#good omens #good omens minisodes

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Imagine living on Nevarro and one day you see this idiot Buckethead flailing and tumbling in the sky with his silly little cape flapping in the wind right next to his jetpack... I'd momentarily be concerned he's about to set himself on fire and then die of laughter I think

#the mandalorian #din djarin

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Hi Mr Gaiman!

What’s your opinion on people saying someone is only a real fan of something if they consumed all of the available media of that thing? (e.g. “you aren’t a real fan of sandman if you only watched the netflix series”)

I feel like more and more people do this to sort of gate keep otherwise amazing fandoms and personally i think it’s quite sad to see.

As I posted on a more or less dead site a couple of years ago: