#justice anthony

[crsentfairy]

behind every emotionally unavailable man is his baby mother he refuses to leave alone

[hikarry]

In episode 1 season 1 when Hastur and Ligur are all menacing "Hail Satan!" and Crowley arrives, just the lil guy like "Huh, hi, guys!"

He's so ridiculous, I love him

That whole scene is such an amazing introduction to Crowley. He is so disinterested in Hell's business and full of silly energy. He just wants to get it over and done with and get back to his life. Send those two bozos packing. And then they put the Anti-Christ on his lap. They screwed up his Girl Tuesday

[agentfascinateur]

Israel has taken 7350 Palestinians captive in the West Bank since Hamas’s attack on Israel on October 7.

Except Hamas doesn't operate in the West Bank, they say. Depopulation you say? Dispossession? Annexation? "Valuable real estate"?...

[andsomemaniacgotridofthewheel]

Unpopular opinion but one of my predictions for Good Omens season 3 is that there will be no apology dances from any parties whatsoever.* Neither of them has anything to apologise for, or if you like, both of them have things to apologise for. Neither of them was "wrong™️." (Or, more accurately, both of them were equally wrong.)

If you haven't understood by now that both their actions during the final fifteen were absolutely in line with their characters, not to mention the added miscommuncations and a simple case of bad timing, then I can't help you. They put each other in impossible situations, and neither of them could have done anything different (without actually going ooc).

You might relate to the experiences or motivations of one character more than you do to the other, but that doesn't make the other one objectively wrong. If you put aside your own bias and examine their characters, their storylines (i. e. their vastly different experiences with Heaven despite knowing each other for more than 6000 years), and motivations you should be able to understand and explain their behaviour in the context of the story. Add in the miscommunication and the bad timing, which Neil Gaiman & John Finnemore have expertly made visible to us, the audience, but of course not to the characters, and violá! Great piece of writing that is highly enjoyable to analyse and discuss.

Of course you can still pick Blorbo A's side. But if you are thinking that means the moment they are in conflict with Blorbo B your job is to go at Blorbo B with the worst faith approach possible, to prove to all the world fandom that they are and always have been The Worst™️ not to mention objectively wrong, while your Blorbo A is the most innocent cinnamon roll in the world who has never done anything wrong ever and is the clear moral winner of the conflict, then that's a skill issue. Also you might just want to go outside and touch some grass.

*= Except maybe in flashbacks. I really want to know what happens in 1941 Part III that Aziraphale had to do the dance.

[gotholdladywithadhd]

If you don't hate Loki for leaving Mobius behind

And you don't hate the Doctor for leaving Rose behind

And you don't hate Lucifer for leaving Chloe behind

And you don't hate Sherlock for leaving John behind

Etc etc etc

Then why the fuck would you hate Aziraphale for leaving Crowley behind? Hmmmm?

Oh but it's different...

really? how?

[bojackbuffy]

“In order to escape accountability for his crimes, the perpetrator does everything in his power to promote forgetting. If secrecy fails, the perpetrator attacks the credibility of his victim. If he cannot silence her absolutely, he tries to make sure no one listens.”

― Judith Lewis Herman, Trauma and Recovery: The Aftermath of Violence - From Domestic Abuse to Political Terror

[lewkwoodnco]

everyone talks abt lockwood during the black winter but have u considered george? my memory’s a bit fuzzy since it’s been a while since I’ve read the books but I rmb him being rlly cold to lucy afterwards, like you could see those months of feelings of anger and hurt and betrayal accumulating in him. Esp since he didn’t warm up to Lucy almost instantly the way lockwood did, and even if he wasn’t as close as lockwood was to her he trusted her. He made space in his life and in his heart to treasure her and cherish her as someone meaningful when it’s not smth he’s prone to doing and then to have it all blow up in his face like that? Of course he was furious, and he was furious because it was lucy and she was his friend and that was supposed to mean smth different than being walked out on.

[slvtforwomensposts]

where the hell are all the heartbreak high fics as an australian and someone who loves the show I am very offended

[doctorsiren]

My friend is showing me her favourite show (Lockwood & Co.) and I’m showing her my favourite thing (Ace Attorney) so I did a little swap

Yeah I knowwwww Lockwood would more realistically be Apollo because sight and perception BUT I think George also fits and plus Lockwood is giving silly Wright vibes

[nando161mando]

[kimmberleeex]

𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐

[crsentfairy]

Well if I can't get into heaven I best be revvin' my CJ7 Now ain't that the life That keeps rolling me by.. [♫]

[astarions-bride]

Can I get spicy prompt 23 w father Anthony! Have a wonderful day 🫶🏻

Hope you like it! It was fun to write for a new character, (it's been a minute since I wrote something 😅) especially for my newest fixation. Also I have no idea how Catholic churches work so...sorry for any mistakes 😬

“You’re the only person I’d make an exception for. Count yourself lucky,” the words echoed in your head as you watched the last few stragglers hanging around the door talking and laughing, your leg bouncing with nerves and you once again wiped your damp palms on your skirt, before ducking back into the confessional booth.

The darkness was almost calming.

Allowing you to catch your breath and calm yourself before you ruined things before they even started. It seemed like an eternity before you heard the faint click of the massive doors shutting and then silence greeted you. You held your breath, unsure if you should walk out now and risk a loner drawing you into a reluctant conversation, and you grew lightheaded as your heart thundered in your chest. Your lungs burned from lack of air and you swore you saw spots before you heard someone delicately clear their throat. You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sudden sound.

"It's all clear, darling...unless you need the confessional?" a teasing voice spoke, the familiarity making you release your breath in relief, and you gingerly slipped outside.

Father Anthony Bridge stood leaning against a pew, a smile threatening to curl his lips, and his bright blue eyes crinkled at the corners as you huffed in annoyance.

"I am dating a priest. Not much I need to confess," you replied primly, heat rising in your face as his smirk grew into a full grin, but you immediately reached for his outstretched hand.

He pulled you close until you could feel his body heat and smell his spicy cologne that you bought him and you distracted yourself from his intense gaze by fidgeting with his collar.

"Well...I am almost certain that the priest needs time in the confessional for the thoughts running through his head during communion this morning," he quipped and your own grin twitched the corners of your mouth.

You remember the bedroom eyes you gave him as he placed the wafer on your outstretched tongue, how his long slender fingers trembled and lingered for a second too long by your mouth, and how those beautiful eyes darkened. Arms sneaking around your waist brought you back to the present and his words from earlier once more echoed in the back of your head.

"Are you sure we're alone?" you asked softly, glancing around nervously, and in answer you were pulled closer to him.

His lips found yours and you immediately melted against him. His kiss was soft and sweet, even his facial hair was nothing more than a soft caress against your skin, and you felt tension ease out of you until you were nearly limp in his arms.

"Don't think I forgot about our...conversation," he eventually whispered as he pulled away, leaving you dazed and giddy, and his words had your blood sizzling in your veins.

"Are you sure we won't be disturbed?" you asked breathlessly as your hands moved up to comb nervously through his perfectly styled hair.

"Now look who's nervous," Anthony teased while gently nudging his nose against yours followed by a swift kiss to your pouting lips.

"I just don't think I could forgive myself if we got caught....having...sex in your office," you said haltingly as your face burned.

This was a much easier conversation last night when you both were naked and in bed.

"We don't have to do this today, or ever, if you truly do not want to. I'm perfectly fine with taking you back home and ravishing you there," he said, a rakish smile in place, but his eyes were serious.

At the thought of him doing just that your mind was instantly made up. You started to drag him towards his office as he laughed at your sudden urgency.

"Can't wait that long," you said before pulling him closer to kiss while walking backwards into his office door.

"I want you inside me. Now," you murmured against his lips and his answering groan was all the encouragement you needed to fumble with the door blindly.

Not wanting to break the kiss for even a second to look at where you were going.

"You're going to be the death of me, you know that?" he muttered while reaching down to help you unlock the door, catching you before you fell through the doorway, and you smiled as he kicked the door shut firmly with his foot.

You both fumbled for the light switch, not once breaking apart, and the normally irritatingly bright lights that flooded the room suddenly seemed romantic. The sound of the lock clicking into place kickstarted your already pounding heart and your hands trembled as you tugged at his belt.

"I'll be the one dying if you don't get these pants off," you panted, finally leaning back to look down to loosen his belt, and you felt a surge of heat at the obvious tenting in his pants.

His lips met yours again, his hands pulling up your skirt while he pushed you back towards his desk, and you couldn't help but to smile. He leaned back just far enough to rest his forehead against your own, his nose bumping yours again as he caught his breath, and he made a small noise in question at your sudden smile.

"Who knew that a priest would lead me down the path of temptation?"

[delurkr]

"Excuse me."

The Clarke family bands together in a crisis 😌

Background is this pic. The customer counter is clearly to their backs but ssshh no it isn't, options were limited ok 😅

And here it is without the background for funsies:

No restaurant workers were harmed in the making of this scene lol

[andsomemaniacgotridofthewheel]

The funny thing is that if I had to, if I had to, gun to my head, HAD TO choose, my favourite would be Crowley.

But it's Aziraphale who is under open, aggressive, and mean-spirited attack from parts of the fandom. Which is, I think, why our rebuttals are usually equally as vocal.

But we need to talk more about how the very same people often corrode the character of our beloved, amazing Crowley into a pale shadow of himself, some helpless whiny victim who feels put upon by Hell and Aziraphale and whose actions are informed by nothing but trauma. I wouldn't trust that Crowley with anything sharp, he might accidentally cut himself.

But it feels nice to imagine the real, canon Crowley kicking these peoples asses; both for talking shit about his angel and then simply because they seem to think he couldn't or wouldn't.

[gotholdladywithadhd]

Good Omens Song of the Day

Because I believe in Aziraphale.

"Now I will move these rocks For you my love I will tear them up out of the Earth And I will bend my spine 'Til it's quitting time 'Cause I know what your love is worth"

Lyrics

Well this is one place where Your gods can't dwell It's like walking in To the mouth of hell Sweating our dignities out on the subway At the beginning of another long, long day

As for my mortal remains I couldn't care 'Cause when the day is done She'll be waiting here That's when I love the accommodations In a urine smelling transit station

I'll move these rocks For you my love I will tear them up out of the Earth And I will bend my spine 'Til it's quitting time 'Cause I know what your time is worth

And I'll give my days to the Neanderthals With the classic rock And the wrecking ball I'll go swimming in the wet concrete And I'll cast my pearls at the unpaved streets

I don't mind the mental atrophy 'Cause when the lids come down, you're all I see You're like a lovely hallucination You get me through my current occupation

I'll move these rocks For you my love I will tear them up out of the Earth And I will bend my spine 'Til it's quitting time 'Cause I know what your time is worth

See I'm towering Above mortal men I'll emerge from the darkness And there you stand You're the Queen of all the surface streets I'm a wiener boy, that you're here to meet

I don't need the money I couldn't care 'Cause everything I want Is standing right here I would live on the street In a cardboard shack Just the worship the feet And the curve of your back You'll be my only preoccupation On a permanent vacation

Now I will move these rocks For you my love I will tear them up out of the Earth And I will bend my spine 'Til it's quitting time 'Cause I know what your love is worth

What your love is worth What your love is worth