#Lord Of The Light

[thewatcher0nthewall]

"The Night is Dark, and full of Terrors"

[whimsifae]

the most fun a girl can have is finding parallels, noticing patterns, making connections, contemplating

[transassdemon]

I know that R'hlorr can easily serve for metaphor of Christianity, but still I bring catholics into my fanarts and fantasies as one of the less famous religious group bc 1. Religious upbringing has its consequences 2. It's funny to imagine asoiaf characters reaction to inquisition and martyrs cult 3. Having two religious groups with basically the same beliefs and just few minor differences in terminology kill each other instead of uniting (catholics vs R'hlorr, who burns heretics better), is absolutely historically accurate

[molotovgrifter]

they un-boy'd my boy of progress??

[covvboytears]

A Burst of Light, Audre Lorde

[hootyhoowoo]

In da clerb, we all fam

[vintrage]

can someone please get this girl her dog back

[j0celynh0rr0r]

[pastabaguette]

man he didn’t even wanna be there

i don’t know if i’m exactly happy with this, but oh well. i just kinda drew it on a whim.

a few still images under the cut too if you want them

[echo-bleu]

Processing existential anxiety one painting at a time.

[soranatus]

His Dark Materials Based on the first book of the His Dark Materials trilogy by Philip Pullman

Fanmade trailer was directed by Louis Holmes, Agathe Leroux and Léa Rey Mauzaize Original Score: Jean-Loup Didelot Violinists: Dario Herraiz-Sabater, Eugenia Saval-Llorca Sound Design: Théophile Loaec Storyboard: Léa Rey-Mauzaize, Louis Holmes, Gabo Camarillo Gil Art Direction: Agathe Leroux Vis Dev: Agathe Leroux, Louis Holmes, Léa Rey-Mauzaize, Juliette Brocal Animation Leads: Louis Holmes, Léa Rey-Mauzaize Animation: Victoria Gregiry De Millo, Maxime Jouniot, Jade Khoo, Sandy Lachkar, Agathe Leroux Additional animation: Grégoire De Bernouis, Stella Besse

[starryclown11]

President Howard in the black and white

[camilleflyingrotten]

The Fallen Kings

Elendil and Gil-galad

[ar-mage-ddon]

pursuing the unknown

( EPHEMERWEEK 2: curiosity )

[shitpostingkats]

An Asexual's love letter to Good Omens 2

There's an infamous quote by Neil Gaiman going around, regarding the general vibe of season 2, and many people (I believe humorously) yelling that it could not be further from the truth. Particularly in the last episode, where that happens.

I disagree.

The final episode of season 2 was deeply, deeply comforting to me. 

I am asexual. Have been my whole life. Even before I had the words to describe what that was, child-me had this feeling in their gut of being an outlier, that everyone was exaggerating, or in on some joke, that I wasn’t privy to. Because I was bombarded on all sides by shows and movies and books, telling the same story of love, again, and again, and AGAIN. It’s drilled into our brains with the same fervor as the days of the week, or the quadratic formula. Meet-cute -> misunderstanding ->declaration of feelings ->kiss. More or less steps can be added to account for runtime or complexity of narrative, but that’s the basic structure that a relationship follows. It MUST be, because that’s the formula every character who's ever been in a story goes through, often times when it even feels like an add-on, like it’s only there because this is a story, there HAS to be a romance. And it has to follow the steps.

For a long time, I felt love wasn’t for me, because if there’s only one way to be in love, I sure as hell wasn’t feeling it. 

Instead, the relationship I ended up in looked a lot like what Beezlebub and Gabriel go through. Meeting someone routinely until it starts to feel comfortable. Getting to know them and slowly growing more attached. Eating chips and listening to music.

We like to joke whenever someone asks us how long we’ve been together, because the answer is we just sort of slowly fell into it, and we honestly don’t know when the line got blurred between ‘friends’ and ‘partners’. And, at least for me, a good deal of that confusion, that hesitancy to label, came from the fact that what I was feeling, what we were, couldn’t be love. It couldn’t be romantic. 

We were just quiet and gentle.

And that wasn’t love.

Because it was slow, because it wasn’t physical, because there was no structure aside from consistency and companionship. Because it didn’t follow the Rules.

Then I found myself in stories, and it felt like a revelation.

Beelzebub and Gabriel aren’t the first time I’ve seen a love like I feel represented in a narrative, but it never stops feeling special. And I don’t know if I’ll ever stop celebrating it.

Throughout the sequence in the pub, I kept expecting them to “confirm” Gabriel and Beelzebub. A dramatic line, a kiss, a whatever. That’s what I’ve been taught to expect, after all, that’s the only way a relationship is “real”. Of course, this doesn't mean Crowley and Aziraphale sharing a dramatic kiss is wrong, or that I can’t see why it resonated with so many people, but for me. Those moments in the pub are worth so much more.The last scene might have been literally showstopping, but those handful of moments between the duke of hell and an archangel were the beating heart of the season for me. A simple love story in four scenes. No kisses. No ‘I love you’s. Not even any definition of what. The love Gabriel and Beelzebub have is strong enough for them to both want to shatter their worlds and flee their lives and it's just. 

It's just that. 

Two people in a pub, playing the other's favorite song, giving a little gift, buying a packet of crisps. 

That sequence means far more to me than any kiss ever could.

Love isn’t only real when it's hot and sudden and ephemeral, it can also be

Quiet.

And gentle.

And still romantic.

Still real.

[hemonoir]

Hello. I would like to show you my Maras :)