#it was so good i am obsessed

[randompajamaalt]

oh my god i just finished high noon over camelot and.. i am feeling things

i cant even

i cant even process all that

holy shit yall

johnny sims does NOT like happy endings

[peblezq]

Good Omens 2 was like reading a 100k fanfic in the middle of the night that you realize was left unfinished and last updated 5 years ago, and you are left alone with this earth-shattering cliffhanger

[gatoburr0]

I HATE how this turned out WITH A PASSION.

[rika-mortis]

Bonus:

[ghostmaggie]

MAYBE SHOWING ONE ACT OF KINDNESS LEADS TO KINDER SOULS DOWN THE ROAD 🤝 I'D LIKE TO SHOW MY FRIEND THAT KINDNESS IS BRAVE

[ping-ski]

highly recommend reading "Dial-Tone Demon" by @sinisternoodles101 and @keplitz

i love the rotary au designs i HAD to stay up and draw em' sorrh its messy im gonna slep now 👍

[kexing]

Monster Next Door (2024) Pilot trailer.

[phroobin]

(who are you if not the funnyjokespuns person?)

Siffrin and ISAT: @insertdisc5 Photography: @electrospectrum

[its-shells]

“So,” Grian says, “this is awkward.”

Scar says nothing. Scar had said nothing for quite a while, honestly, sitting cross-legged in the void and playing with the hem of his cloak. Or with the flower stems woven through the hem of his cloak, as it were. Lilacs and poppies. Grian had thought it painfully ironic the first time he saw them. Scar hadn’t. Not until now.

“So,” Grian says, again, “I can explain? I think?”

He can hear stifled giggles behind him, Scott and Pearl discussing the last moments of the fight. He feels Martyn’s heated glare between his shoulder blades too, knows that he’ll be getting an earful about taking his final life whenever the fourth winner can get his hands on him, but at least Martyn’s been kind enough to leave him at the mercy of the fifth for now. Or not kind enough, as it were. Whether or not Scar has any mercy for him is an open question.

“Explain what,” Scar says. It’s not a question, which is just as well, since Grian doesn’t really have an answer.

Can he explain?

“Well,” he says, “there’s these death games.”

The death games he technically started, and then technically couldn’t stop. The death games that weren’t meant to be blood sacrifices, but probably count as happening on somebody’s altar. The death games that no one ever wins, but technically–

“Technically, the people who win them get to keep their memories.” He scrunches up his nose. “Or, uh, recover their memories of the previous ones, I suppose. Which is what’s happening to you. And Martyn, and Pearl, and Scott, and I was the first, so–”

“One heck of a headache, right?” Pearl yells behind them. “Was even for me, and you’ve got four whole timelines to deal with!” She flops backwards onto the floor, which is the void, pressing the back of the palm to her forehead theatrically even as she peers up at Scar through parted fingers. Scott rolls his eyes and grabs her hand.

“Give them a moment, Pearl,” Grian hears him whisper. “I know you weren’t there for Third Life, but I’ve explained it to you a dozen times, so–“

“So,” Scar says. “Third Life was real.”

It’s a strange way of putting it for someone who hadn’t remembered it at all until now.

“That’s a strange way of putting it for someone who hadn’t remembered it at all until now,” Grian says, because he’s always loose-tongued after dying. Scar stares at him, unblinking.

“That’s a strange way of thinking for someone who declared the first ever game a double victory,” he says. His head is tilted to the side.

Grian stares back.

“That didn’t count.”

“It didn’t not.”

“You didn’t remember until now.”

“I didn’t not.”

“That makes no sense.”

“Doesn’t it?” Scar shrugs. He plucks a flower from between the dark threads. It’s a poppy. “No less than the rest of it. No less sense than me waking up with sand between my toes, or burns on my arms, or bamboo in my pockets. No less than the dreams. Those didn’t make sense either.”

“It’s not like you ever asked me to explain.”

“Would you have?”

“Not the point.”

“Isn’t it?”

Pearl is still giggling. Martyn is still staring. Scott is quiet.

“Maybe it is,” Grian admits, quietly. It’s not an apology. It never will be.

Nor is it forgiveness, when Scar leans forward to tuck the poppy behind his ear. Nor will it ever be.

Sure feels like it sometimes though.

[gojoest]

btw pregnancy freak satoru does not play around with curses anymore, no more prolonging the fights just bc he can and it’s fun. hollow purples left and right to end the mission quickly so he can go back home to fuck his pregnant wife

[wistfulwatcher]

in a n o t h e r life

[stillsurfacequietpond]

This is nothing new, but after my [redacted] rewatch, I just can't stop thinking about the two times they break up - the Bandstand and the Final Fifteen (I'm not counting the one in between in front of the bookstore, that really seems like a continuation of the first).

Look at how long Crowley looks back at Aziraphale. He absolutely sees Aziraphale turning away, looking miserable, but he's mad, and they've had arguments before (although never this bad that we know of, before it seemed to be more about something - holy water - not about their relationship, at least not primarily), so Crowley keeps walking.

But what happens next? The bookshop is on fire and Aziraphale is GONE. And Crowley thinks that Aziraphale is discorporated, dead, nowhere to be found or sensed.

So what does Crowley do when they argue again, and Aziraphale turns away with that (even more heartbreaking) look on his face again?

It's Crowley's last try to get Aziraphale to understand (because neither of them can really use their words here, and to be fair, Crowley is not understanding what Aziraphale is trying to say either). But this time Crowley knows what it feels like to think he's lost Aziraphale forever.

[trueloveistreacherous]

This is the first of 20 shows Girls5eva has booked throughout the Midwest and Southeast. Boy, it's hard to believe I'm even here, given the start I had in life. One day there will be a biopic, and yes, of course I'll play myself. From birth, goo-goo, gaga, to death. I think there's a bomb on the yacht! Renée Elise Goldsberry as Wickie Roy in season 3 of Girls5eva (2021-present) created by Meredith Scardino

[art-ro-vert]

People in real life *think that I am a successful mentally stable adult*

Me *obsessing over gay men from this one media 70% of the time*

[formulanni]

HAPPY BEAR DAY TO ALL WHO CELEBRATE

Tags: @st-leclerc @three-days-time @the-wall-is-my-goal @saviour-of-lord @rubywingsracing

[the-nation-of-today]

So hold your razor wide And swing it to the skies 🩸