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why is every single celebrity’s wikipedia photo “looking inquisitive at a comic con panel”

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controversial opinion but sometimes it really is worse for a writer (movie, tv, text, etc.) to take a popular queer ship and make it one-sided instead of just making it canon. we get that you’re just trying to appeal to your audience and don’t actually care about the significance of representation, keep moving

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lesbian crowley stans

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i’m….. super in love… with simon pegg and nick frost as hastur and ligur……

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the difference between michael sheen and neil gaiman’s reactions to the general oddity that comes out of the good omens fandom is so fucking funny

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best hot take ive seen all day is: “good omens but michael fassbender plays both aziraphale and crowley”

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Okay, buckle up buckaroos, because today I met an honest-to-goodness cryptid.

I was out running errands and I made a stop at Intimate Books (…for a friend), and on my way out I realized that the bookshop next door was open.

This bookshop has existed for more than a hundred years, and in all my life it has NEVER BEEN OPEN. I mean, I assume it has to be open sometimes, but never at any normal, reasonable hour. Everyone says it’s a front for the mob or something.

So what do you do when the weird mafia bookshop is open? You go the fuck inside.

The first thing I noticed was the smell. You know that smell when you accidentally leave your towel on the bathroom floor all day and you come back to that mildew funk? The shop smelled like that times a thousand. I expected to see stuff growing on the walls, but the books were pristine. We’re talking first editions, rare editions, weird Bibles and books inscribed to really famous dead people. Librarians would weep for the chance to accession this place. In the first two minutes I found a signed copy of The Crucible and what I think was a first edition of Blake’s Book of Thel.

Then a clerk showed up out of nowhere—honestly nowhere. He looked EXACTLY like a bookseller should look, kind of fluffy and bewildered and really, really gay.

“Are you lost?” was the first thing he said to me.

“Nope. Just browsing, thanks.”

“Browsing, I see. Erm. How do you feel about snakes?” he asked. And without waiting for me to answer, he just walked away and vanished around a shelf.

I figured it was a metaphor, or a code phrase for the mafia. Until I turned a corner like ten minutes later and found a little reading nook. It was really pretty, although I feel like that particular window should have been on an interior wall? Anyway, curled up in an armchair in a patch of sunlight was the biggest fuck-off black snake I have ever seen.

Like, I don’t mind snakes in general. But in their normal context, right? Outside. On the ground. Not six feet long and sitting on a threadbare velvet armchair like it owns the place.

I was about to turn around and leave, but I saw a gorgeous first-edition copy of Leaves of Grass on a shelf, a little too close to the snake for comfort. But I had never needed anything so badly in my life.

So I went back to the counter to buy it, but the clerk was nowhere to be found.

While I was waiting, I noticed a collection of pictures hanging on the wall behind the counter, dating back to the very dawn of photography. A couple were of this rock-star looking guy from the 70s that I should probably have recognized, but there were authors and landscapes and stuff, too. There was even an old tintype portrait of Oscar freaking Wilde, sitting in this very shop with a guy that I would ACTUALLY SWEAR was the clerk from before. Like, I know my family all has the same nose, but this guy had the same everything.

After approximately one year of waiting, the clerk came back out to the desk. By now I’ve realized that he’s too bad at his job to be anything but the owner of the shop.

“I saw your snake,” I told him.

“Did you? Was he behaving himself?”

“He was sleeping.”

“Yes, he enjoys that.”

“Does he just stay out in the open like that? What if he gets out?”

He shrugged and smiled. “He always comes home again, the dear boy.”

Right, a homing snake. That’s totally normal.

Then he cleared his throat and asked, in a weirdly reluctant voice, if I was going to buy the Whitman.

“Yes, please,” I told him. “I saw it on a shelf by the snake, and it was just too tempting.”

He sighed. “Oh, yes, I expect it was.”

When I started to hand him my card, he went all fluttery and said that they didn’t take cards.

All right, fine. I had some cash on me, but I told him that he’d sell a lot more books if he got a Square or something.

He got this scandalized look on his face and went, “Why would I want to do that?”

Oookay. I handed over the cash and he popped open the ancient till and started making change.

In shillings. Shillings! I swear to god I saw Queen Anne’s face on one of them. The silver value of the coins was probably as much as I paid for the book.

But I had to have proof that this happened—at that point, all I had was a book in a plain brown wrapper, not appreciably different from what I bought next door. So I asked him for a receipt.

He looked delighted and wrote one up for me.

By hand.

With a fountain pen.

And that’s the story of how I met a bookseller cryptid and his pet snake.

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incorrect good omens

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just got very emotional thinking about crowley’s “no not you i know what you smell like” for absolutely no reason. god they’re so Tender and Domestic it’s ridiculous......

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we’re at the point where i need to finish this damn thing but ive never written anything this long and it feels like the end of a fucking era......... you should all go read it and then tell me whether you like the ending or not when it gets published. Just Saying

things are about to get saucy in my ineffable husbands human au so if you wanna check that out for some humor and fluff and stupid but cute feelings,,,, here’s the link

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the dragon age: inquisition theme goes SO HARD like bitch the dawn may come but not before i do 

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TOP TEN CHARACTERS AS VOTED BY OUR FOLLOWERS: #1 CROWLEY 

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I’ve been on this hell site since 2011. I’ve seen Wars. I’ve seen the rise and fall of fandoms. I’ve seen homestuck and superwholock in its prime. I bore witness- nay- was INVOLVED with dashcon. I witnessed the first 1m+ note post. I’ve witnessed enough discourse to last lifetimes. I’ve watched the destruction of famous bloggers, called out for being problematic. I’m so old. At this point a prophet of what future trends may occur. If you live long enough, you see the same eyes in different people.

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Perhaps one day we could, I don’t know… go for a picnic… dine at the Ritz.

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things are about to get saucy in my ineffable husbands human au so if you wanna check that out for some humor and fluff and stupid but cute feelings,,,, here’s the link

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i get that when neil and terry wrote the Them they were going for the fact that kids think everything is possible and furthermore everything possible is normal but sometimes it’s just fucking hilarious that those kids put up what they put up with. adam really fucking came to them like “so the witch lady gave me magazines and there are tibetan monks digging holes through the earth and also the planet is dying” and they were just like Sounds Fake But Okay. and during armagedon’t when adam just looks madame tracy/aziraphale in the face and is like “why are you two people that’s not right” and just poofs them apart. and in the Fucking tv series the way that the Them act when adam starts floating and his eyes start glowing,,, instead of fear they’re just like “adam what the fuck you’re so annoying” and they just fuckign WALK AWAY. they’re SO funny