#because I'm trash for that

[egophiliac]

so on the subject of the "Crowley is secretly Revaan/Laverne/Levin/please Twst give us his name" theory, I think my feelings are best summed up as "I don't really buy it, but it's funny". like, in all seriousness, I'm not opposed to it; I have enjoyed the writing in Twst so far and I'm willing to trust that whatever happens will, you know, make sense and not be terrible. but I'm just not really convinced by the current evidence! maybe that'll change once we learn more, we'll see!

with that said, may I propose a few alternate theories about the possible Crowley/Revaan connection:

[apieceofcrew02]

father and son

[jellyfemmedyke]

Trans men and women tend to get viewed as either disgusting male freaks or perfect feminine female goddesses based entirely on identity and vibes alone, forcing trans men to either detranstion to talk about the issues faced, or shut up and hate themselves and grovel at the feet of their "betters", and trans women are forced to preform the highest standards of femininity or be shunned and live in fear of being cast out and not being "woman enough" facing the constant need to prove themselves to avoid being seen as interlopers. these things are similar, these problems overlap, and yet people go on to pretend that one is the most victimized victim and the other is the "subjector and oppressor" (Interchangeable) and neither can truly understand the other. these ideas being perpetuated by others within and outside of these groups. It drives me up the wall that there are people pretending this helps anyone, that either benefits from the others oppression in anyway. Personally, from what I've seen a lot of it comes out as like gender insecurity, from the inside groups, which is pretty sad, but also extremely frustrating to be lashed out at for being unwilling to accept this gender essentialist false binary

[dilfmobius]

Kneel.

[zeldalizzy]

Oo how about the chain with wolfie? Maybe using him as a pillow, petting the pupper? Idk

(maybe with wind)

the best pillow ever ✨ wind is cozy, and twi is too, but wars is not happy that his scarf got swiped and will now smell like dog for the next few days 😂

@bat-in-disguise thank you so much for your ask!! this popped into my head first thing when i read your ask so i hope you like it!!

i apologize that it took me so long to answer this! life has been crazy and college keeps me ridiculously busy 😅 i hope you are well!! have a wonderful day/night! 🩵

[penguin-stars]

Something I initially really liked about Cale's character is how he suddenly became the "trash" of the count's family and he seemingly takes it as an asshole permit.

No manners, rude? Well duh, He's the local trash.

And then, hundreds of chapters later it hit me:

This guy really never changed the way he acted, he says so himself and it's why Choi Han was able to easily recognize him in Choi Jung Soo's memories.

Which begs the question: What sort of internal narrative did he have going on as Kim Rok Soo to "justify" his behavior?

Baby Rok Soo was at the bottom of the social ladder, an orphan, poor and his uncle was an alcoholic and a gambling addict to boot

How many times do you think he heard things like "What can you expect from someone without parents?", or "Just what you would expect from someone who wasn't raised properly"

"Someone of your kind"

And then he became a Team Leader

How many things did he do or didn't do under the pretense of being "Cold-blooded"

It also doesn't help that he's unable to process praise or kindness directed at him.

[pxper-cranes]

Every child of Hades gotta have:

a milf mother figure that aint their real mum

a mean goth gf

a moody emo bf

a baddie mentor from the Trojan War

and a neurodiversity

[notmoreflippingelves]

Actually going insane over the implications of Jason asking Dick to be the Robin to his Batman in Battle for the Cowl.

Like I initially took it at the purely surface-level of Jason wanting a partner in the general sense. Which made sense, it's a huge responsibility and a lonely one so an assistant/sidekick/partner seems a no-brainer if you can get one.

But then I really thought about it, because Jason is not asking Dick to be his partner in the general sense; he's not even asking Dick to be his Nightwing. He's asking Dick to be his Robin.

And they both know exactly what Jason means: "Be the light to my darkness. Be the smile to my scowl. Be the hope to my fear. "

He's saying "Be 'Robin'; be the embodiment of Love and Justice and Goodness. Be the exceptional person that you have always been. Be the slightly-less exceptional person that I was when I wore your colors. Be the person that I was in the process of becoming and might have been (or might still be), if only Joker hadn't clipped my wings."

He's saying "I am prepared to become vengeance, become the Night. And I will go further than Bruce ever dared to, because it is what is needed. I will be the necessary evil. But you don't have to be. If Batman is Gotham's curse, Robin has always been its blessing. I will be the brutal punishment to our world, and I am asking you to be its incandescent gift."

He's saying, "Be for me, what we were for Him. Be my anchor, my comfort, my hope. Remind me what it's all for, why it's all worth it. And remind yourself as well."

He's saying "Be 'Robin' again--for both of our sakes."

[lycoric3]

Spoilers for the last ~ 1/3 of Trash of the Count's Family Part 1

Thinking about OG!KRS and being cursed by proxy due to the White Star-

He’s doomed to lose everything he loves, he never has friends who stay nor a home, a loving and safe environment, nothing. His parents die when he’s 5, he joins Team 1 when he’s 20 and loses them when he’s 24/25. He loves people for 5 years and they die right after that. 

As a result, he closes himself off to the new Team 1 once he becomes leader. They stay alive for 12 years and continue living today. 

That does not mean he didn’t love them.

He bought their favourite dishes from a nearby restaurant, trained them all personally and set them up for success if they chose to leave the team. He remembered all details about them and made sure they got as minimal injuries as possible. He closed off his heart, too scared to care too much and admit that he loves them all but his actions convey it anyways. It’s a bitter parallel to the way the White Star pretended to care for Naru, for Endable. That they can both act out love but have their brain think otherwise. 

And it’s that mindset that kept them all alive, keeps Kim Rok Soo’s team out of the hands of a shitty curse. As long as he admits to himself that he’s not close, that he doesn’t care, that he’s incapable of loving without destruction. Then maybe- they’ll survive.

(and isn’t it a cruel irony that they do?)

[janglingargot]

are your lights on?

are your lights still on?

i'll keep you safe

you keep me strong

[haemey]

Another one of my favourite details in Good Omens: We see Crowley's phone a few times in Season 1. We see his backgrounds.

His background for calling Aziraphale is just a photo of fire, whatever that means (there are a lot of possible interpretations here, none of which I'm going to get into).

Photo from this reddit post

On the other hand, he has a portrait photo of himself for his own contact picture. And it doesn't look like a selfie to me (I could be wrong though, he did invent those, after all). It's a weird angle, and you can't see the arms (which might just be the way the photo is cut, but still). That photo was taken by someone else. Probably not Aziraphale, that poor angel would be so confused by smartphones. In other words, he had a stranger (or maybe one of the Erics) take a photo that he then set as a contact picture of himself.

Screenshot from this video

What the Heaven, Crowley.

Also, the contact isn't called "House Phone" or "Landline", but just "Me". Does he have to call himself a lot? Does he leave memos on his ansaphone because he'd forget to fertilise his plants otherwise?

Silly demon.

[cosmicsproutcake]

I'm sorry but saying "don't write dark or taboo fiction or at least keep it private because it might trigger someone or someone might get off to it." is exactly like saying "don't talk about the abuse you suffered because it might trigger someone or someone might get off to it."

It is the exact same thing. Telling someone they aren't allowed to talk about their own lived experience because some random stranger might be triggered, made uncomfortable, or even aroused by it is unbelievably fucking disgusting.

Whether someone is writing dark/taboo fiction to cope or not is 100% irrelevant because someone else's trauma is not your business, and you can't know.

You shouldn't tell a victim to never talk about their trauma, so you shouldn't tell people what they can and cannot write about, because at the end of the day, you don't know and it's not your business. Block and mute things/people you don't want to see, and move the fuck on with your life.

[nonexistentirl]

Everytime I almost give into the temptation of buying the LCF english physical books, I remember "meaty goddess" and thankfully it helps me rethink my choices.

[forgetme-eternally-blissfully]

“So, babysitting?”

Alberu follows after the delinquent. From the record the vice-principal gave him access to, Cale frequently drinks alcohol, he often gets himself into a lot of fights, and he barely passed his classes at the end of the grading period. The teachers never call on him in class, girls and boys avoid him alike, and he is- supposedly- completely intolerable.

Which is why Alberu Crossman, who’s only a little older yet infinitely more mature has been assigned by the principal (his father) to get the troublemaker under thumb. Cale's father is quite wealthy, actually, and since there isn't much known about the successor to the Henituse family... it'd be bad if he had to be expelled.

Cale scowled. “Yes, babysitting, your highness. Please, leave if you must,” He jeers at Alberu, but internally he thinks, 'No, really. Please leave.' Otherwise, he might get caught in the act.

Of not actually being Cale.

Roksu aims a sour expression at Alberu, who returns it with a more flowery one. Acting as his twin for the day had been easy enough, mainly because being trash is great!- until Alberu Crossman strolled into his lunch period and introduced himself.

He is even following him out of the school to his job. Well, this job is Roksu’s and not Cale’s, but because he can’t ditch work nor can he get glib-tongued Alberu off his tail-

Well shit.

Thankfully, the kids call him hyung. Except Raon, who calls him human. Hopefully Alberu doesn’t look into it too much. If everything goes right, Alberu Crossman will be Cale's problem to deal with tomorrow. As it should have been.

“I didn’t know you liked kids, Cale,” Alberu smiles charmingly, walking side by side with Roksu. “Can you introduce me?” Roksu struggles to not put on his own disarming smile out of spite, instead plastering on a classic Cale Sneer™. It fits on his face perfectly, like he’s playing a character in a play.

They enter the building and ‘Cale’ guides Alberu to a colorful playroom, decked out in toys and a fountain of running water as the centerpiece (A gift from his father, who is still upset that Roksu doesn't visit more often). There’s a tray of fruits and oatmeal on the small table in the corner of the room, except not a soul to be seen. Picking up a bowl of oatmeal and finding the ceramic to still be hot, Roksu almost smiles.

Alberu frowns. Where are the kids he's supposed to babysit?

Roksu tells the empty air, "Come on out."

Three children appear out of nowhere in front of them.

“Hyung!”

“Human! You’re back!”

“Hyung, nya.” On examines Alberu some more.

All of the kids had been revealed the moment that Roksu spoke, as Raon unveiled the invisibility on them.

Raon runs up and grabs Roksu’s hand, who places it on his head, rubbing the black hair comfortingly. “Mm.” Raon beams at the affection.

“Raon, On, Hong,” they each look up at him at the call of their names. “This is Alberu Crossman, he is doing a report on my trashy behavior. Don’t be rude."

All three children become hostile immediately. “He isn't trash!”

On observes Alberu with an intense glare. Raon shifts under Roksu’s hand, his deep blue eyes glinting with magic. Roksu positions him away from the older teen’s view. Raon grips onto Roksu’s pant leg with a vengeance. Hong stares openly, offensive.

Alberu smiles at them.

"I'm visiting with Cale Hyung for today, nice to meet you."

Hong gasps suddenly.

“He-!” On gives her brother a look, and he clamps his hands over his mouth. Alberu feels a deep curiosity, as if something isn’t quite as it seems.

Roksu sighs. It’s going to be a long hour.

At the midway point, Alberu has easily disarmed the children. They look fascinated at the magic he shows them, while Roksu can only rub a palm over Raon’s shoulder as a warning to keep his dragon magic under control. He's still just a child that wants to brag. Everything is going well.

Bang!

“Hey Roksu! How was-“ Cale bursts through the door, bright red hair equipped with a shit-eating grin, wearing clothes far less fancy than his usual. He tenses up, frozen in place when he spots Alberu on the floor, politely sitting "crisscross applesauce" with the children. Roksu narrows a withering glare at his twin.

“… Roksu?”

Alberu looks at ‘Cale,’ sitting next to him, the one he's spent the entire day with, who is trying to send what must be the real Cale into the sun with his eyes.

“Ha… ha?” Cale winces. Roksu wipes his expression from his face.

“Cale-hyung, run! That’s the human’s bad look!” Alberu’s eyes widen as he watches the confirmed real Cale bolt back into the hallway and out of the front door. Alberu whips his head back toward the stranger behind him, who is a perfect replica of the Cale who ran like Hell. Cale has an identical twin?? Since when? Why doesn't he go to school?

Roksu levels an emotionless gaze at Alberu. “Hello, your highness. Don’t mind me.”

Alberu can only watch in astonishment as this stranger walks out of the playroom, with a smooth and deadly gait as he hunts down his twin like a predator would to prey. He recalls the look 'Roksu' gave him and it sends a shiver down the principal’s son’s spine. That gaze held secrets.

Something about this stranger is even more interesting than the sudden appearance of a twin.

On walks up to him, sitting down in his lap and looking into his eyes. “Roksu-hyung will be back soon, nya!” Hong bounds over and sits next to his sister, grinning widely. Raon huffs and looks at the door. He wants his human to come back.

[tarisilmarwen]

"The Jedi gatekept the Force!"

Ah yes. That's why they coexisted very peaceably with the Baran Do sages, the Bardottan Dagoyan Masters, the Guardians of the Whills, the Church of the Force, the Lasat, the Mirialens, and hell even the Nightsisters.

......I'm not actually sure you know what gatekeeping means.

[vesna-v-irkutske]

do you know which letter artyom mentions nikita in?

Actually, it turned out that Artyom had mentioned Nikita in several other letters, but only briefly (well, at least from what I've seen; I think there's a lot left behind the scenes). Personally, I think this letter somewhat stands out. I think it's from their period in the pre-trial detention center (2011-2013), otherwise it would have been a special form instead of a random piece of paper. This is just a small published snippet (since it's the 9th page).

"The band has a bad name because it has an extraneous person's last name, and it doesn't matter if it's a singer or someone else. I don't like the emphasis on persons in things like band names, etc. But that's just my opinion, I don't criticize those who make music in these directions, using all sorts of nasty things in their names. Some people think that these are childish pranks, whereas this is a peculiar way of expressing their attitude to the problems of modern society. That is, everything has its pros and cons, and so does the work of DP (Dismembered PugachOva) and similar collectives. It's just that their activities can be described ambiguously. As you've already understood, I'm not only talking about the names, but also about the lyrics and music =) However much I like to look at any things or phenomena from all sides, (something was covered up; I wonder if this was done by a censor or by whoever posted it) Well, again, if my memory serves me right, of course =) By the way, I'd like those who dedicate their masterpieces to the DP band, for example, or to the criminal activities of those who committed murders and attempted murders in Akademgorodok in Irkutsk in 2010-2011, to at least just take note of my opinion about all these tributes and glorifications of the so-called "hammermen": all this is being done to the detriment of both me and Lytkin, so I have a wish that the guys slow down and stop at least mentioning me in some texts or somewhere else, if, of course, such facts take place. Of course, I can't decide for Nikita, but I don't think he needs that kind of fame either. I know he wants all this hype, but he just doesn't seem to understand how serious the situation he's in is. I understand that people want to have fun, but let them do it in a way that it doesn't create problems for their idols or those whom they consider to be such. I'm going to ask you, Natasha, to catch someone more rational from them and tell, well, from those who are involved in music there in your communities, and tell them my last words, or rather, their essence. I'm not holding you responsible for the reaction to these words of those to whom they are addressed, I'm just asking you to try to convey them so that it doesn't get any worse =) That's why I drew attention to the fact that it's necessary to convey the essence of these words — you may have to change, add or remove something in them, depending on the situation and the mindset and temperament of the person to whom you will convey this. If, of course, you consider it necessary to fulfill this request =) Thank you in advance =)"