#I'm not drunk

[dalliancekay]

Aziraphale as God

I've joked with fandom friends before that Aziraphale should take the position of 'God' at the end of S3 cos he's the one who is actually good and kind in that Universe.

But now I've decided, he already is.

If God who cast half Her angels into misery, the angels who didn't seem to feel particularly loved or understood even before the War (see Aziraphale's anxiety and Angel!Crowley's disappointment in Before the Beginning); if Her idea of a fun pastime is to drown humans that displeased Her and have a bet with Satan that results in death of three children... then, like many people before me, I call Her out for being cruel and heartless and unfair.

I don't care for Her Ineffable Plan or Great Plan or whatever. Well actually, much like Aziraphale at the end of S1, I know She doesn't actually have one. Or Aziraphale, with Crowley's help and at his prompt, would not have been able to change it.

The idea though. Of goodness as a force, of kindness as a fight against cruelty, of forgiveness as a weapon against pain, rejection, misunderstanding... is solid.

And Aziraphale seems to be the only angel to see and understand and embrace this as far as he can.

No. He did not create the Universe and he would never be arrogant enough to presume to want to rule it in any way, but he can absolutely be the one who leads, in the purest way.

And not because he's perfect. Far from it. But because he tries. He tries so hard to do the right thing, to make the right decisions. To help. To understand.

Aziraphale is. The whole idea of him is as a being, is that he is. That he strives, that he wants, that he yearns and hopes. He is open, open to learn, to appreciate, to understand, to savour.

He is not perfect but his wanting to do good, to do right makes him the perfect candidate for the role of true God. And so it does for everyone who tries their best. Who looks to better themselves, to understand, to be kind, to help, to live in a way that enriches (someone's) life.

God shouldn't be a noun. It should be a verb. It should not be something to be, but something to do. It shouldn't mean to have answers. But to be open to questions. To keep looking, keep going. To signify what someone does when they try their best to live their life so it is full of kindness.

Kindness. To others. And to oneself.

To have faith should mean not that we believe some Higher Power has all the answers, rules and a Plan, but that we are the force that can change things, that is the force for spreading goodness in the world.

[rjthirsty]

I have so many absolutely amazing and awesome people that I follow! For real real, guys! You're so cool! The way ya'll interact with character blogs while being unapologetically you-- and the flirting! I'm such a coward, I could never.

I'm very firmly in the stance of "do not perceive me." It's not for the memes. It's because I can only maintain my cool by operating within previous experiences. I know what's expected and how to conduct myself.

But ya'll? Ya'll fucking rock. You're taking chances and having fun and making new experiences and I'm just in awe. I'm so lucky to know you.

[maenecoon]

soooo eeepy rn but would be funny if i made a fic kim has a quarter life crisis on the gym mate while toils in g with chay!! kim was trying to teach chay to self defense when chay looked at kim in a way that made kim's heart stop and immediately he was like "fuck this guy is way too dangerous for me" and immediately pins chay head first into the mat because he cannot confront the mortifying ordeal of Being Known and possibly perceived well and being the object of someone's affection!!! would be a silly funny idea that ends up with kim fucking chay into the mat, i think that's soooo funnnn!!

[tagedeszorns]

The Cheesiest of all

When you are diving deeper into the Warhammer-lore and -fandom, you'll inevitable will reach the point, when you are getting a little more salty, a little more mellow and maybe a bit more settled, relaxed and sometimes even fragrant.

You will take a liking to at least one of the major cheeses in the 'verse.

You will start to understand any of these three guys or maybe all of them.

You maybe will even start exclaiming "Get off my lawn/Croneworld/tombworld/part of the Warp!"

The tired-guy-i-fication has set in!

[wistfulpoltergeist]

Hi Eugene, You probably have been asked before, but do you take commissions to make custom sims?

Hi, sunshine! I'm gonna be honest with you - I'm not mentally compatible with commissions :D It's SAD! But it's true. Maybe... If I pass 564343 hours with a psychologist and they'll exorcist this miserable feeling out of me every time I her "Commissions" word, make me pure and boosted like Captain Ukraine - I'll come here and say: COMISSIONS ARE OPEN! But not till then. Not till then, alas!

😘

[eddis-not-eeddis]

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[jennyyyeeettt]

I know I sound drunk. I'm not drunk, I'm on 3 hrs of sleep. Sorry not sorry. It will happen again.

[boyakishantriage]

"You scared kid?"

A single human. Sure she'd hijacked a tank, but no matter. The rescue-

She threw his bodyguard beside him. Cocking a primative device, her arms shattered as she threw a blade through her leg. Looking up, dear in the young fish's eyes. His line were cousins to a superhuman lineage on Terra, he rose. Grasping the spear from the wall.

"Well alright. We fight in the old way."

She drew back her sword, taking a stance in the hall as the guard were pulled aside by the shadows.

Blades met, sword catching Trident as she slammed the weapon down. The water recoiled to her grasp, titanium forced from the waters into a steaming weapon as she kicked the young Lord's hand. The youth screaming as she sighed. Drawing her newly forged weapon.

"You're-"

"No. Just some pirate."

Black magic, illegal because of it's nature of requiring pain and suffering. But a loophole. If I grew pain out of those who had struck the empire hardest, they could not prosecute such under hurting others.

So, those of the sea who struck down ships with powers of the dragon kings. Well, just some pirate huh?

The young fish whined, hand healing by the ocean as the Terran struck ground, the rake boiling and simmering in her hand as it morphed. A broad farmer's tool, a forward hoe, edge sharpened for war with one side made to work as an axe. Metal formed across her shorter weapon's arm and chest, metal hissing against her body as the youth growled.

"Angry kitty."

Insolence. A human had invaded our realm and taken-

The sea, waters swirling and striking to the call of a prince. My son was alive, and clearly calling for help. This. No, pride comes later. The king called out to his father, the old dragon rising its head as it snapped fingers. A command, 500 soldiers to follow the mark. Immediate, protection of royal family. In other words, national security raise 500 soldiers to heed for their nation.

Blades met, Trident striking as it met curled rake, weapon drawn down to counter as the prince danced away.

"Not bad footwork."

That. Was surprising. She were still advancing, both hands on rake as she swung the large weapon like a hammer.

"Same to you. I- presume-"

"no. The. Elders. Died, you lot killed them."

The weapon slammed against the bubble, the woman electrifying the water back into the bubble as she used the shaft to parry the trident. Catching the weapon, she swung. Axe head blunt as it threw the guard into the sand out the bubble.

"You lot?"

"yeah- Your folks on... Terra. Killed the elders when I was tracing some old stories."

Her weapon morphed, the weapon lightening to her body, blades appearing on her arms as the weapon extended across her body.

"... I doubt-"

A blade sliced across his neck, beard sliced off.

"Doesn't matter. Hurt my kid, I kill you. Now die."

Weapon clashed, broadsword narrowly evaded, as a trident was thrown. Pinning the prince's weapon to the ground. Laughing, she slammed the ground.

"EXVONI, POMANU WQUALKCYER"

The ground erupted in lighting, her body steaming as the water became electrified. The sphere expanding as she rushed forward, grasping the pinned weapon, boot slamming it down further as she ran in for the kill.

A blade caught hers, the guard having recovered enough a trident blocking the weapon. A bare glance in both surprise and delight, a grin as she pushed the weapon down. The prince letting go of his as the two weapon slammed against each other, body morphing into an aquatic demon form. Claws, man, red eyes of wrath and gluttony. Pride, the thing howled. Roaring into the ground, aquatic wings erupting explaining her response as she grasped her head. Howling down, the sand shifting to stone. The bubble erupting as lighting erupted across components.

Madness, a beserker's rage.

[our-lord-little-toad]

it’s valentines day. whatever. not thinking about anyone in particular. not at all

[tenaciousnerdbucket]

Why are Castiel's lips so pink?

[s0up1ta]

"so grunkle ford how do you know bill?"

"... that's not important."

[ehlookitsyou]

Cute parent and child pics with wholesome messaging!

*pats flank of cattaur* this beast can fit so much autism in them

based on:

[ckret2]

I'd like to think Bill was projecting in the paragraph on hibernation.

(fun fact! every color in bill's clothes, breakup recovery objects, and furniture were color picked from ford's body! yes bill did get a leather couch the same color as ford's flesh!)

[nekoo3001]

Proud dad🍻

[hardtchill]

I'm going to hell, i laughed when my commentator talked about them not using real doves anymore because in 1988 the doves flew into the olympic flame and were roasted

I'M SORRY but holy fuck that is funny 😂

[nyssasatelier]

When the captain doesn't accept the blame for your death you know you died dumbly 💀

Inspired by a text post from @caleohateclub