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Do you think aziraphale has ever read a book on snake care and tried to apply the principles to human shaped crowley

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better than drugs

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actually no, we're not "dating". we're bound together for infinity. like the stars. so, fuck you, actually.

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small talk? it was quite big to me. i love you

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when the amazing devil said "i cannot find the words to keep you" (new york torch song) and "if i'm good will you come back?" (two minutes) and "my entire life, it's running away too fast, watching everyone you ever loved walk past, never really quite getting the knack of knowing no one will ever come back for you" (pruning shears) and "nothing quite prepares you for when they don't come back" (ruin)

but also "if only you could hear my voice but you are screaming far too loud to hear me swear, just because i left doesn't mean that i'm not still there" (welly boots) and "if i don't make it back from where i've gone just know i loved you all along" (inkpot gods)

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Neil my dude, after showing my mother season one of Good Omens and my dad seeing a bit of it I mentioned you also wrote Coraline and either my mom or dad (don't remember which one said it) said you must have been a weird kid.

Could you please confirm or deny whether or not you were a Weird Kid™?

I was a weird kid.

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i watched one (1) video on how to draw hands that changed my life forever. like. i can suddenly draw hands again

these were all drawn without reference btw. i can just. Understand Hands now (for the most part, im sure theres definitely inaccuracies). im a little baffled

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In light of recent Misha and Bedlund madness comments

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the wenis is a dance

(thanks to tiktok user @thatbaroneboy for the amazing compilation!)

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I had a very interesting discussion about theater and film the other day. My parents and I were talking about Little Shop of Horrors and, specifically, about the ending of the musical versus the ending of the (1986) movie. In the musical, the story ends with the main characters getting eaten by the plant and everybody dying. The movie was originally going to end the same way, but audience reactions were so negative that they were forced to shoot a happy ending where the plant is destroyed and the main characters survive. Frank Oz, who directed the movie, later said something I think is very interesting:

I learned a lesson: in a stage play, you kill the leads and they come out for a bow — in a movie, they don’t come out for a bow, they’re dead. They’re gone and so the audience lost the people they loved, as opposed to the theater audience where they knew the two people who played Audrey and Seymour were still alive. They loved those people, and they hated us for it.

That’s a real gem of a thought in and of itself, a really interesting consequence of the fact that theater is alive in a way that film isn’t. A stage play always ends with a tangible reminder that it’s all just fiction, just a performance, and this serves to gently return the audience to the real world. Movies don’t have that, which really changes the way you’re affected by the story’s conclusion. Neat!

But here’s what’s really cool: I asked my dad (who is a dramaturge) what he had to say about it, and he pointed out that there is actually an equivalent technique in film: the blooper reel. When a movie plays bloopers while the credits are rolling, it’s accomplishing the exact same thing: it reminds you that the characters are actually just played by actors, who are alive and well and probably having a lot of fun, even if the fictional characters suffered. How cool is that!?

Now I’m really fascinated by the possibility of using bloopers to lessen the impact of a tragic ending in a tragicomedy…

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okay but "the symbolism is Real and Trying to Kill You" is my favorite kind of symbolism

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I must not mock Gen Alpha. Mocking Gen Alpha is the mind killer. Mocking Gen Alpha is the little-death that brings total generational solidarity obliteration. I will engage with Gen Alpha lovingly. I will permit them to be cringe. And when they grow up I will turn my eye to their accomplishments. Where mocking has gone there will be nothing. Only generational solidarity remains

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i wish i was born on lake michigan during a beautifully crisp winter night in 1974 so that 18 years later i could've been a transitioning ftm fatale at uchicago to be seduced by vicki vantoch. i could've landed a steamy threesome with her and her boyfriend dmitri tippens krushnic in a tiny dorm room and consequently sparked a sexuality crisis in him for the next 20 years of his life resulting in him starring in the last great american queerbait and making a series of questionable life decisions and verbal flubs culminating in the great bisexual accident of 2022

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okay so I have this idea for a new therapy thing. basically the idea is after an abusive relationship or a combat deployment or anything that might conceivably leave you with PTSD and a loss of ability to reasonably gauge how bad the shit that happened to you actually was, you sit there with a mental health professional for like, a solid 30 to 60 minutes, you tell them short vignettes of your experiences and they respond ONLY by rating how fucked up each one was on a scale from 1 to 10 and then you move on. the objective isn't to reflect deeply on specific experiences but to get a sustained series of reassurances that what you went through was, in fact, That Bad and gradually rebuild your trust in your own present and future ability to judge when what you're going through isn't okay.

currently calling it Rapid Fire Affirmation and Recalibration Therapy (RAP-FART). working title, open to feedback.

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Changing Channels as gay dean propaganda. After Gabriel I guess sees Dean watching Dr. Sexy, somehow knows Dean likes Dr. Sexy, AND after Gabriel sees just how Dean reacts to his Dr. Sexy and sees that Dean’s crush is so legit as to break the illusion and help Dean uncover Gabriel, Gabriel– as his torture meant to break them– scripts Dean into a sitcom scene version of Supernatural where he’s hooked up with a random woman in a bikini. This is Supernatural as a tv show written by Gabriel within Chuck’s universe, so it’s essentially a parody of the most shallow read of the show possible. And while Dean’s reaction to Dr. Sexy was entirely unscripted and real, a true act of his free will, his encounter with the woman in the motel room is entirely forced, scripted by an angel, and fake.

WOMAN But we did do work! In depth.

Laugh track. DEAN waves at her as she leaves. SAM shuts the door and shakes his head. DEAN speaks through a forced smile.

DEAN How long do we have to keep doing this?

And it’s torture, and it's so interesting that this in particular is torture, because it's not like getting shot or slapped or strapped to a machine to get hit in the balls, it's just a dollhouse version of Chuck’s bigger universe, endlessly playing their parodistic roles that Gabriel has assigned to them.

And then Dean, in another genuine act of free will, goes on to figure out the Trickster is an angel because of Cas’s literally disrupting the plan by breaking into the fake, scripted Supernatural™ where Dean is scripted to act as if he's had sex with a random hot woman, and Dean figures it out because he can read Cas and knows him and can tell that he knows Gabriel just by seeing how he looks at him.

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- what time it is

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- the woeful few hours you have left to sleep

- the emotional outbreaks you’re experiencing

- the inappropriate place you’re having said outbreak

- the general public’s reaction to your outbreak

- how much phone battery you have left