I finally got around to making an “about me” pinned post

Still recovering from this season of Good Omens, especially with that ending

I just wanna draw everyone piling up on one huge couch and watch movies till they sleep

people asked for a matching Crowley to the Aziraphale from yesterday so here he is

and the triptych is complete (thank you @scotchnlondonfogg for suggesting this ❤️}

writing is so hard i want to psychically implant the whole story into my friends and followers heads and receive 1500 praise and acclaim

I was talking to my new flatmates this morning and one of them has read Good Omens and seen Nimona... Imagine if it was one of my mutuals from this very site.

(If this experience sounds eerily familiar, send me a message! Or walk over and have a very awkward conversation with me.)

Update: This flatmate also has read Six of Crows and casually mentioned fanfic. My mission is to exchange tumblr urls with her at the end of the semester because there’s no way she’s not here.

Random headcanon timeeee

• Ballister is a plant person and thanks to him, once they've restored the tower, most of the areas get decorated with as many plants as he can get away with. Nimona reluctantly agrees to not chew on Ballister's plants
• Ambrosius has a whole crisis after the events of the movie where he genuinely can't figure out if he likes his hair being blonde or if he's just still bleaching it because he had been conditioned to
• On that note, for a good long while after the events of the movie, Ambrosius can't make decisions for himself. Most times it's only bad with bigger stuff, but occasionally he'll have a really bad day where even the decision of what to eat for breakfast feels as if he might cause the end of the world if he picks the wrong thing
• Nimona loves sewing and despite being able to just shape-shift into whatever outfit she wants, she likes the process of making DIY outfits and accessories
• Ambrosius likes to embroider and teaches Nimona how to do proper embroidery stitches and such. She grumbles about it and calls him every word in the book for his tyrannical idea of there being a "proper" way to do art, but Ambrosius just smiles and continues with his demonstration, not commenting on the fact that Nimona is clearly watching his work carefully
• Ambrosius has been wearing makeup to cover up "imperfections" since the age of five and it wasn't until their late teens that Ballister saw him without makeup on and realized that Ambrosius' freckles were much more pronounced and that Ambrosius had quite a few random facial scars from training and such
• Ballister always hated the media and would sometimes fear that if people ever did start to love him, he might start having to do actual interviews. The bit with Ambrosius pretend interviewing him is an inside joke that sprouted from Ambrosius trying to help ease said fear

“…𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰.”

“𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝙢𝙚, 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭.”

When you realize the badge you wore with pride was nothing more than a collar for a loyal, obedient dog.

🌼🌿🌻✨️ (gift I made for a special friend🥰)

People honestly didn’t go “mad” from seeing cosmic horror things in Lovecraft very often. That’s a modern thing, and honestly feels like modified “gorgon”

Usually its stress, paranoia or ptsd from near death experience.

The true terror was not really in seeing something horrifying and alien, but understanding the implications, or not being able to fit it into an existing mental framework.

Playing this up could actually create an interesting setup in a narrative, come to think of it. Someone seems fine after dealing with cosmic horrors, so everyone assumes they were fine. Cue some days later, when everything’s settled and they’re able to process what happened, they find that they begin to have a breakdown as it all begins to fall together.

As a simple thought experiment, imagine what encountering something completely recognizable but otherwise impossible would do.

Lets say you walked into the next room, and standing on a piece of furniture was a little man, literally 18 inches tall, at most, in green clothing, clambering and climbing about. I don’t mean like what you’d imagine from a special effect or a cartoon, but a real tiny thing that looked, moved, and acted like an impossibly miniature humanlike creature, the hair wouldn’t be shrunk by proportion, there’d be fewer folicles overall, but more densely packed. You can see the faint veins under the skin, the hairs, the pores, you can smell it, it leaves scuffs, it makes sounds appropriate for its size… and when it sees you, it just looks at you, tilts its head, smiles mischieviously, and darts under the couch, vanishing. The only thing you find is a gold coin, which is real, solid, and rare, having not seen circulation in centuries.

You’ve had, in this scenario, an encounter with a leprechaun. It’s a relatively understandable phenomenon. There’s plenty of tolklore to prepare you for it, the creature is rationally built, has antatomy that makes sense, is similar to yourself enough to be very familiar. It wasn’t even hostile. 

Is your life ever going to be the same? 

In addition to questioning whether you actually saw what you saw, you now have to wonder why you were visited. Wil it come back? If it does can it hurt you? If it can, can you stop it? Where did it come from? Has it always just been there, out of sight? Is it here right now?

And those are just surface level questions. Now, fundamentally, the rules of reality have to be reassessed. If such a thing can exist, what does that say about our understanding of biology and evolution? Moreover, there are suddenly theological implications here, none of which are likely to be cleanly or comfortingly answered in their entirety. 

You’ve just witnessed sone of the single most important encounters in human history, and anyone who hears you talk about it is going to think you’ve lost your mind. The terror and sense of lonliness from that is going to be soul crushing.

Now, replace the leprechaun with something that looks like a deep dream animation brought to life and appears to be both impossible to adequately destroy and possessed of absolute malevolence. Getting attacked by a normal everyday animal can be traumatizing, surviving an encounter with a bloodsucking octopus tree that screams in an alien language from mutiple slathering maws is certrainly beyond the ken of 1930s psychiatric medicine. 

I feel like this post changed me in a way I’m not ready to confront

thats why i never understood people who belittled that entire genre of horror “oh its just fish people” yes you moron its fish people but WHAT is making people look like fish is much scarier than a person that looks like a fish

Well, this certainly explains why I adore cosmic horror.

Y'know. As a psych major. LOL.

This also works as a key for understanding what “Kafkaesque” means.

“Is your life ever going to be the same?” If the answer is “yeah”, that’s kafkaesque. When what is or isn’t real, what is or isn’t maddening, doesn’t matter because life just goes on regardless, there’s no point in trying to understand, and you just have given up trying to make sense of it or worry about it. When those worries don’t even cross your mind and it’s just “alright, still bills to pay to pay and mouths to feed”. When it doesn’t matter whether reality broke because you don’t have the time or energy to care.

This also works as

a key for understanding

what “Kafkaesque” means.

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

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if there’s one thing season 2 showed us it’s that of course crowley’s love language is acts of service. crowley who comes from hell, a place designed to make existence as tedious and miserable as possible through cramped dirty offices and every inconvenience imaginable. and of course aziraphale’s love language is physical touch. aziraphale who comes from heaven, a place of infinite flat, impersonal office space, inhabited by angels so averse to any sort of contact (emotional or otherwise) that they struggle to touch material items and turn their noses up at food and drink. and of course aziraphale and crowley meet each other and think to themselves i’m not going to make you suffer with that, you deserve more, i’m going to give you what i wasn’t.

they r both trans(masc) in my mind

i've been experimenting w/ colours & textures

The thing is. The thing is… a car is no place for plants to grow. Even if you carry the plants into a bookshop sometimes. They still need… space. And patience. And love. The plants are crowley.

the plants have always been crowley (beautiful and scared and lonely, trying to impress, actually loved so much more than they know)

I think this is best shown when Shax is treating him in episode 2 and he looks like he doesn’t care but his plants are shaking like crazy

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He drove back to the bookshop a few hours later hoping by some miracle Aziraphale would still be there,

(and to also just be near to something/ somewhere he finds comforting, aka the bookshop)

(part 1 and 2 of ? ? ?)

its been a bit since ive done a comic like this- this is how you know the fixations got a real grip on me at this point cause oooohh boy does it,

Literally every conversation with a colleague/peer in the academic field I'm in (anthropology, with a focus on human prehistory and human evolution) upon them learning I'm an observant religious Jew goes like this:

Person: "Sorry if this is a personal question, but how do you.... y'know......deal with it?"

Me: "Deal with what?"

Person: "Y'know...... y'know......your religion......"

Me: "Meaning?"

Person: "Well, um, how old do you believe the earth is?"

Me: "I follow the geological consensus, which is approximately 4.5 Billion years"

Person: "But......but.....your Bible says that it's 6,000 years old....."

Me: "Technically 5,783 years, so you're wrong there, haha"

Person: "Okay but how do you....how do you reconcile that with science?"

Me: "I don't need to reconcile it. They're not in opposition."

Person: "??"

Me: "The plain text in the Tanakh states that it has been 5,783 years since the creation of Adam, and consequently the world. Judaism has never been about taking the text in the Tanakh plainly, there's always deeper meanings. Who's to say that the 5,783 years aren't just the years since a couple named Adam and Eve met and copulated, triggering the begining of the lineage of Abraham, Moses, and the entire Jewish lineage, and that the six days of creation aren't six phases which are actually pretty in-line with our understanding of evolution?"

Person: "But.....some people believe that it's literally been 5,783 years since the earth was literally created!"

Me: "Okay..... that's what they believe. I don't see how it should bother me, especially considering we're in the field of anthropology where we try to study other patterns of belief, not cast judgement upon them."

Person: "But other Jews believe that!!!"

Me: "Again.....why should that affect my religious and academic senses of self? Judaism has never been a monolith of belief, anyway."

Person: "But-"

Jewish Paleontologist who has this exact Discussion with Others and I Feel You

We were taught in Sunday school that the 6 days weren’t days as we see them because god has a different perception of time.

As for Abraham and Sarah being old as balls, we were told that people measured years differently back then. This seems more dubious as an adult, but given how many “birthdays” we celebrate (trees, animals, etc.), I can see the math mathing in a symbolic way.

When evolution was first posited in the western world and Jewish people reacted to it, the primary method of doing so was to fit Jewish ideas into evolution, and not to discredit it

in fact, many rabbis saw evolution as proof of gd's power through creation, not disproof

and the four worlds that were created and destroyed prior to ours in Kabbalah were assigned to the Precambrian, Paleozoic, Mesozoic, and Cenozoic!