cordeliatheodoro

[cordeliatheodoro]

Fucking hell. i just found out about Neil Gaiman's SA allegations, and I feel so disgusted. Like, can I ever enjoy a male artist without them turning out to be a shitty person??? (mind you, I'm also only finding out about other shitty actions of his, since I pratically live in a cave when it comes to celebrity gossip)

Even if the SA is not true, he was in a relationship with a 18 yo?????? As a 40yo??????? what the actual fuck.

[cordeliatheodoro]

a list of 100+ buildings to put in your fantasy town

academy

adventurer's guild

alchemist

apiary

apothecary

aquarium

armory

art gallery

bakery

bank

barber

barracks

bathhouse

blacksmith

boathouse

book store

bookbinder

botanical garden

brothel

butcher

carpenter

cartographer

casino

castle

cobbler

coffee shop

council chamber

court house

crypt for the noble family

dentist

distillery

docks

dovecot

dyer

embassy

farmer's market

fighting pit

fishmonger

fortune teller

gallows

gatehouse

general store

graveyard

greenhouses

guard post

guildhall

gymnasium

haberdashery

haunted house

hedge maze

herbalist

hospice

hospital

house for sale

inn

jail

jeweller

kindergarten

leatherworker

library

locksmith

mail courier

manor house

market

mayor's house

monastery

morgue

museum

music shop

observatory

orchard

orphanage

outhouse

paper maker

pawnshop

pet shop

potion shop

potter

printmaker

quest board

residence

restricted zone

sawmill

school

scribe

sewer entrance

sheriff's office

shrine

silversmith

spa

speakeasy

spice merchant

sports stadium

stables

street market

tailor

tannery

tavern

tax collector

tea house

temple

textile shop

theatre

thieves guild

thrift store

tinker's workshop

town crier post

town square

townhall

toy store

trinket shop

warehouse

watchtower

water mill

weaver

well

windmill

wishing well

wizard tower

[cordeliatheodoro]

What if... I made an oc... and you made an oc... and we made them kiss... (and we're both girls???)

[cordeliatheodoro]

I would dare to say that William Shakespeare's biggest accomplishment with his work is inspiring me (an asexual person) to write smut.

[cordeliatheodoro]

My friends and I decided to play a cursed version of "Who Am I?" yesterday at 3am, and these were the hints I was given to my character:

It's not supposed to be alive, but somehow it is;

It is not hostile, but can kill someone if it wants;

Has a human face, but not a human body;

Talks;

Was created in 1984.

Guys... I was Thomas the fucking Tank Engine with ADHD. I'm never trusting these people again.

(also, happy 20th birthday for my emo friend. Thanks for introducing me to table-top rpg, old horror movies that make me shit my pants, and what a healthy friendship feels like.)

[cordeliatheodoro]

It actually makes a lot of sense that Bruce was one of the few people left standing in the crowd at Haly’s Circus when Dick’s parents died.

Watching two innocent people plummet to their deaths is gruesome. It’s shocking. It can be horribly traumatic, depending on the blunt force trauma of hitting the ground. They might not have died right away. They might have bled and made awful noises that were heard even above the sounds of the crowd.

But Bruce is Batman. Bruce saw his parents get murdered right in front of him. And he knows the sounds and sights of someone dying. He’s hardened himself to stay calm in a situation like that, both through trauma and practice.

I think the image of a young Dick Grayson making eye contact with the one unshaken person in the crowd is chilling. A man standing resolute when everyone else is screaming, sadness etched across his face. But not panic. Not confusion. Resignation, maybe.

[cordeliatheodoro]

Me gustaría agradecer a todos los profesionales y académicos que trabajan en países de habla hispana, por los increíbles artículos y libros que publican en todas las áreas, pero especialmente en salud y sociología. Me has ayudado mucho en mis tareas universitarias desde que comencé a estudiar. Muchas gracias (y lo siento por mi traductor-google español).

[cordeliatheodoro]

It's very funny to have a gendered language as my first one, because I stop and think: not everybody knows the fridge is a girl, but the oven is male. The TV is female, but the couch isn't. The car is a "he", but the motorcycle and the bicycle are both "she".

Anyway, I'm sleep deprived.

[cordeliatheodoro]

FOUND family??? you think i just found them like this??? babes this is FORGED family. Me & the bros were scrap metal in a junkyard (very valuable, very sharp, very dangerous, uncared for) and we GOT IN THE FUCKING FIRE TOGETHER. WE did this. we said I AM NOT LEAVING YOU and melted into each other for better or for worse (it’s for better) and we are A FUNCTIONAL UNIT now. DO NOT SEPARATE. BATTERIES FUCKING INCLUDED. FOUND family my ass, we built this non-nuclear family unit from the ground up, don’t devalue this!!! it was is and will be a labour of love!!!

[cordeliatheodoro]

it's pride month so I legally have to reblog this

Random goon: Hey boss, were you the one to pick that name as an alias? And why this one?

Red Hood : I used to have another name, before... A long time ago. But that person is dead now. I get to choose for myself now, they can't take that from me. I won't let them.

Goon: Huh.

***

Random Goon: Say boss, why do you never take off your shirt in front of us?

Red Hood: Well uh, I actually have that really fucked scar on my chest and I'm not comfortable with...

Random Goon: Don't worry boss, we get it, you don't have to explain yourself to us.

***

Red Hood, high on some toxin: God, I wish my family...

Random Goon (on boss-sitting duty): why not try reaching out to them?

Red Hood: They would never accept me as I am now... They wouldn't agree with my so-called "life choices". Besides, they don't miss me, they miss the person they think I used to be... I wasn't even a man when I last saw them.

Random Goon: Damn boss, that sucks.

***

And then the goons throw the Red Hood a party on trans visibility day and Jason is so confused he straight up cries.

[cordeliatheodoro]

@zorilleerrant uhm, actually he's, like, ten apples tall 🤓☝️

I attach evidence:

[cordeliatheodoro]

[cordeliatheodoro]

Happy Pride Month!

I've written and re-written this post so many times, unsure of how much of my gender and sexuality journey I'm willing to share; so I'm right now deciding to just go with it.

I was a 14 year-old catholic when I realized I liked girls. I had been an ally since I was eight, so it hadn't been such a shock. Everything went downhill when I realized I wasn't a girl either.

In the years that followed, I changed labels and pronouns many times. I've come out to some people, stayed in the closet for others. Today, I still cant be sure of who or what I am, as time made me wiser and changed many of my opinions.

I still struggle. With dysphoria, with guilt, with fear. It's hard. And yet, when June comes, or when I'm alone with my queer friends, I realize I have never felt so free.

This pride month (this whole year, actually), I hope you all are safe. I hope you all are healthy. I hope we can all one day find peace.

Sincerely,

Your agender Big Sister. Happy pride!

[cordeliatheodoro]

Mamabird in action (I'M NOT SORRY)

[cordeliatheodoro]

Drown

[cordeliatheodoro]

The Day I Met God

Read this poem in AO3!

The day I met God

was the day I died.

I was confident,

perhaps a little cocky,

as I had been prepared for this day all my life.

The day I met God

I found out He wasn't an old white man

with a long white beard and clean white robes.

It was light, only a silhouette,

with hips and curves too much like mine.

The day I met God

It talked to me in my childhood literature teacher's voice

— the one that had a witch's nose and a witch's soul.

It stood before me in all Its glory

and asked me why.

The day I met God

I was confused.

So I could have the eternal life,

I answered.

It was promised to me.

The day I met God

It waved Its hand around

to the white nothing that surrounded us.

And told me, in Its screeching voice:

"This is it."

I freezed.

What do You mean, this is it?

It smiled, or I think It did.

"You are dead. You had your time to taste the world.

When you die, you enjoy the memories you made in life."

But I didn't taste the world! How could I?

It is a sin!

What really matters is what comes next!

The paradise You promised me!

(or, that they said You did).

It stopped smiling.

It seemed... sad?

The day I met God, It sat down with me.

Took my hands in Its bigger ones

And explained.

"I planned every detail, my child.

Every sunlight,

Every falling leaf.

I composed the birds' songs

and the lions's roars.

It took Me seven days to start it

And a hundred billion years for Me to better it.

My beautiful creation is not perfect, and will never be.

But answer me, loved one,

What would be the fun if it was?

Would you be able to enjoy the sunlight

if the night never came?

Would you feel so thrilled by joining someone in bed

if it didn't feel at least the tiniest bit forbidden?"

God moved Its head closer to my ear, and whispered.

(Somehow, Its voice still made my bones tremble).

"The mundane is my gift to you, child of mine.

A flesh vessel for you to decorate as you please;

A thousand delicious dishes for you to taste and fill your stomach;

More songs than you can ever think of to dance for;

So much art for you to admire with those beautiful senses I gifted you!

The world has existed for a billion years

and will exist for a billion more.

You only have, at most, a century, little one.

So eat, and sing, and dance, and lust, and love!

Your time is limited. Make memories you will want to remember for eternity."

The day I met God I opened my eyes

and found myself laying down on cold sand,

the grains clinging stubbornly to my skin

as the ocean water reached my dress.

And I heard Its laugh following me home.

[cordeliatheodoro]

for whom good omens is being written

Hey maggots and the rest of the fandom, it's the Good Omens Mascot here. Today I read a post about this tweet:

The accompanying video genuinely made me cry. And I've been thinking about this for a long while, as far back as February, when I saw a lot of conflicting opinions on what people wanted from the third season. It really is true that no matter what you do, some people will be dissatisfied. But what matters is that Neil is writing this for Terry.

And I was reminded of some paragraphs from the Good Omens TV Companion, which I'd read in Amazon's sample excerpt of the book. I know this is a long post, but I really truly do think you all need to read these, I've done my best to select only the most important parts. Here you go:

'His Alzheimer's started progressing harder and faster than either of us had expected,' says Neil, referring to a period in which Terry recognized that despite everything he could no longer write. 'We had been friends for over thirty years, and during that time he had never asked me for anything. Then, out of the blue, I received an email from him with a special request. It read: “Listen, I know how busy you are. I know you don't have time to do this, but I want you to write the script for Good Omens. You are the only human being on this planet who has the passion, love and understanding for the old girl that I do. You have to do this for me so that I can see it." And I thought, “OK, if you put it like that then I'll do it."

'I had adapted my own work in the past, writing scripts for Death: The High Cost of Living and Sandman, but not a lot else was seen. I'd also written two episodes of Doctor Who, and so I felt like I knew what I was doing. Usually, having written something once I'd rather start something new, but having a very sick co-author saying I had to do this?' Neil spreads his hands as if the answer is clear to see. 'I had to step up to the plate.' A pause, then: 'All this took place in autumn 2014, around the time that the BBC radio adaptation of Good Omens was happening,' he continues, referring to the production scripted and co-directed by Dirk Maggs and starring Peter Serafinowicz and Mark Heap. ‘Terry had talked me into writing the TV adaptation, and I thought OK, I have a few years. Only I didn't have a few years,' he says. 'Terry was unconscious by December and dead by March.'

He pauses again. 'His passing took all of us by surprise,' Neil remembers. 'About a week later, I started writing, and it was very sad. The moments Terry felt closest to me were the moments I would get stuck during the writing process. In the old days, when we wrote the novel, I would send him what I'd done or phone him up. And he would say, "Aahh, the problem, Grasshopper, is in the way you phrase the question," and I would reply, "Just tell me what to do!" which somehow always started a conversation. 'In writing the script, there were times I'd really want to talk to Terry, and also places where I'd figure something out and do something really clever, and I would want to share it with him. So, instead, I would text Terry's former personal assistant, Rob Wilkins, now his representative on Earth. It was the nearest thing I had.'

(...) As Neil himself recognizes, this is an adaptation built upon the confidence that comes from three decades of writing for page and screen. But for all the wisdom of experience, he found that above all one factor guided him throughout the process. 'Terry isn't here, which leaves me as the guardian of the soul of the story,' he explains. 'It's funny because sometimes I found myself defending Terry's bits harder or more passionately than I would defend my own bits. Take Agnes Nutter,' he says, referring to what has become a key scene in the adaptation in which the seventeenth-century author of the book of prophecies foretelling the coming of the Antichrist is burned at the stake. ‘It was a huge, complicated and incredibly expensive shoot, with bonfires built and primed to explode as well as huge crowds in costume. It had to feel just like an English village in the 1640s, and of course everyone asked if there was a cheap way of doing it. 'One suggestion was that we could tell the story using old-fashioned woodcuts and have the narrator take us through what happened, but I just thought, “No”. Because I had brought aspects of the story like Crowley and the baby swap along to the mix, and Terry created Agnes Nutter. So, if I had cut out Agnes then I wouldn't be doing right by the person who gave me this job. Terry would've rolled over in his grave.'

And, finally, this paragraph:

"Once again, Neil cites the absence of his co-writer as his drive to ensure that Good Omens translated to the screen and remained true to the original vision. 'Terry's last request to me was to make this something he would be proud of. And so that has been my job.'"

I think that's so heartwrenchingly beautiful, and so I wanted you all to read this, too, just in case you (like me) don't have the Good Omens TV Companion. It adds another layer of depth and emotion to this already complex and amazing story that we all know and love.

Share this post, if you can, please, so that more people can read these excerpts :")

Tagging @neil-gaiman, @fuckyeahgoodomens and @orpiknight, even if you've definitely read these before :)