#curtaincalling

[heartorbit]

holy quintet looks kind of different

[eclaire-went-bam]

anyone else listen to any cluster b coded song and get really internally defensive over it because there's no way anybody else relates to it as viscerally as you do. like people listen to it because it's cool, or to cheer up from a break-up, or to pump themselves up before some event, and you're here like

"no actually at all times i have the need to start shit to stave off the ever-consuming boredom. no actually at all times i Am better than everyone in this room. no the egotypicals cannot relate to my entire life being constantly this song. no you don't get it you can't even confidently ask for a ketchup packet. I Am Going To Light A Fire."

[fuckyeahgoodomensfanfic]

Good Omens Fic Rec: The Fine Print

Anthony Crowley sells computer systems to London businesses–and specializes in sneaking extra charges and fees into the associated contracts. It’s not his fault no one actually reads the paperwork before signing it. He thinks mild-mannered bookshop owner Aziraphale Fell will be an easy mark; surely no one that old-fashioned and dotty will spot a few carefully-worded technical clauses in his contract. And then Aziraphale comes back with some very polite, very pointed questions – and Crowley decides that maybe pulling off the sale isn’t his first priority anymore…

Length: 42,219 words

AO3 Rating: Teen and Up

Best for: Pick-me-up, Safe in Public, Comedy, Human AU

Triggers: None

Read it here, fic by curtaincall

*Minor Spoilers* This one made me smile so wide after! This is a lighthearted, fun, and energetic Human AU. Crowley is a computer system sales rep with a bit more than a professional interest in his latest client. More than just a meet cute, it gives our duo a case to solve when Crowley is told to drop Aziraphale as a client. Sure, you know who the bad guy is going be since it's a fanfiction (duh), but it's still a very fun journey! Also an excellent use of flirty bastard Aziraphale. Acting all innocent and naïve when he's anything but. I love that about him. All his protesting while actually preening over being fussed over. I'm weak for it. It's silly and I love silly. Excellent fic for being out and about. Easy to follow even if you keep getting interrupted from it, and no explicit content. This is a great one to queue up for passing time in public!

Read it here, fic by curtaincall

[bhdoneart]

another redesign: Luceil Solara, Enovae's dancestor! she's preppy but she will bully you

[orbiyoo]

im like i wish there were a different way to respond to peoples tags than just reblogging the post over and over but also thats kind of funny on its own

[smokinsid]

After eleven long years, the Bifrost is finally mine- and who better to wield it than Aesa Curtaincall's theatrical gay ass?

I haven't talked about Aesa yet, so let's:

She's so short that she's often mistaken for a human. There are no meaningful benefits to this except saving at the tailor.

She's a Mesmer in the Elonian tradition- picked up Miragerie during the Kralkatorrik crisis, while she was volunteering to help Vigil in Thunderhead Peaks. The upswing of this is that she fights by making numerous copies of herself, so that she can see how hot and awesome she looks in the midst of the chaos.

When Cantha opened, she went mostly as a tourist. I don't think of her as a Commander. She was an actress before the dragons got all ornery.

But now, there's wizards- and she's finally found her calling. She has a real knack for playing with magical artifacts, and is excellently attuned to the kind of emotion that really get the Kryptis going- she can lure something crazy to a rift just by fake-crying, while thinking about a sad time in her childhood for a few seconds.

She put together this genuinely heroic getup to make herself something of a herald in the Astral Ward. She loves cracking open rifts, yanking out demons, and showing off all over the battlefield. When you see the brilliant white leather and blazing cloak of living rainbow, you know that Aesa is here, and it's time to kick some meaty Kryptis buttcheeks.

Also she wants to kiss Peitha, so everyone get in line behind her.

[azfellandco]

I started reading this human AU fic where Aziraphale propositioned that he and Crowley be fake married for the holidays and there's been so so so many little details already hinting that Crowley already had a crush and agreed to this because of it and I'm just rubbing my hands together in glee about it because Aziraphale clearly does not know yet. but. he Will.

[per1w1nkl3]

oh? my god?? i just found out about the existence of (a few) fanfics in latin??? i can be a whole new level of annoying!!

[skyasimaru]

Need this for a thing. Incoming podfic... 

[heartorbit]

WHEEEEEE

[tommyyourdiscs]

heyyyy im tackle. they/them only. currently a snowchester citizen, proud lmanbergian and sadly a server veteran.

dream supporters dni. just because i was here from the start doesnt mean i support the actions of the admin, i think hes frankly a dickhead and has like five billion things wrong with him. wilbur soot is less problematic than this guy.

my url is an old joke from back in the day with those disc wars. tagging system in tags and all that. enjoy!

This is an rp account ran by @phantoids! This is specifically for a citizen oc thing with some friends! Enjoy! Send asks! Just stay in character please.

Currently set before Doomsday, follows loose DSMP canon.

Tagging system:

tackle talk - text posts, image posts, general posts pull on the line - answered asks fish out of the depths - anon asks trawling net - reblogs crab trap catch - queue

[fuckyeahgoodomensfanfic]

Good Omens Fic Rec: Fighting Dirty

Aziraphale knows exactly what’s happening: Hell has sent up a devilishly attractive demon to tempt him into sinning against God. So he’ll act like he’s falling for it, pretend he doesn’t know just what Crowley’s doing. And he certainly won’t give in. Crowley knows exactly what’s happening: Heaven has sent down a divinely beautiful angel to dazzle him into revealing Hell’s plans. So he’ll act like he’s falling for it, pretend he doesn’t know just what Aziraphale’s doing. And he certainly won’t give in. (Or: an angel and a demon spend 6000 years each convinced the other one is a honey trap)

Length: 9,316 words

AO3 Rating: Mature

Best for: Pick-me-up, Safe in Public, Comedy

Triggers: None

Read it here, fic by curtaincall

*Minor Spoilers* Short, cute, and flirty! Crowley and Aziraphale both believe the other is purposefully trying to seduce them. Of course that’s not true, but they’re not called ineffable idiots for nothing. Silly little through the ages story, that doesn’t just reiterate scenes we already know. I love seeing you guys put these blockheads in situations. Shout out to grapes! This is not explicit so it’s perfectly safe in public.

Read it here, fic by curtaincall

[lyrinami]

Dance of Decay

Checkpoint: Jib Mix Realistic XL-v14.0 Crystal Clarity

web-ui: stable-diffusion-webui (AUTOMATIC1111) ComfyUI

Other: Photoshop

[normally0]

Bridging the Gap: A Tale of Bridges, Curtains, and Equality

In a world where bridges vie for attention like models on a catwalk, simplicity takes centre stage. Enter our unassuming bridge, straddling the Thames with the grace of a ballerina in steel-toed boots. Designed by the minds at OMA, it's not just a bridge—it's a trompe l'oeil masterpiece, fooling the eye with its invisible bracing and Vierendeel truss.

But hold your applause, folks, because this bridge isn't just about getting from A to B. No, it's a metaphorical picture frame, capturing the ever-changing scenery of London like a selfie-loving tourist. From the bustling streets of Pimlico to the leafy tranquillity of St. James Park, every vista is a stroke in the canvas of urban life.

And speaking of canvases, let's talk about those curtains. Mies van der Rohe may have had his Crown Hall, but we've got our bridge—with a curtain to match. Who needs walls when you've got a curtain that can part the waters and tell stories of equality, unity, and a darn good view of the Thames?

But wait, there's more! Just when you thought this tale couldn't get any more tangled, along comes Covid-19, crashing the party like an uninvited guest. Suddenly, the bridge becomes a symbol of political folly, a victim of shifting travel choices and a work-from-home revolution.

But fear not, dear readers, for in this tale of bridges and curtains lies a glimmer of hope. As the dust settles and Brexit looms large, perhaps our humble bridge can serve as a beacon of unity, a reminder that sometimes, the best way forward is to build bridges—both literal and metaphorical.

So here's to the bridge builders, the curtain raisers, and the dreamers who dare to defy convention. May their bridges be sturdy, their curtains be billowing, and their stories be told for generations to come.

[travel-up-now]

(vía Cortina de ducha 'Nebulosa e Alcohol ' de sbsteam2000)

[dondidonde]

#adollshouse #jessicachastain #arianmoayed #jesmilledarbouze #tashalawrence #michaelpatrickthornton #okierieteonaodowan #stage #curtaincall #showsover #getoutside (at Hudson Theatre) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpehsNkuNHa/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=