#heaven is not a nice place

[jamoche]

So let’s talk about gravity. It doesn’t affect angels:

CROWLEY: Ah... Honestly, um, I don't remember. Seemed like a good idea when we were all talking about it. So things would stay where you put them, not just drift off. 

GABRIEL: But it doesn't stay where I put them. It goes down. 

Except maybe once:

Next thing I was doing a million lightyear freestyle dive into a pool of boiling sulfur!

Look at art about the Fall, you’ll see a lot of angels being pushed off cliffs, because we live with gravity. Angels don’t. Word of Neil says that what we see of Heaven is translated into a metaphor our puny brains can accept. Only the Starmakers even need to think about it. Now picture the rebel angels, floating together, surrounded in all dimensions by the victors, wondering wtf is going to happen to them now…

…and then gravity takes hold for the first time in their existence.

[lazycranberrydoodles]

i think the barbie movie would have a profound psychological impact on hua cheng

prev comic / next comic / follow for still more hualian barbie movie content because i am not done

bonus angsty version 🎉 i hate love expressions just a couple tiny lines on the mouth and eyebrows and it goes from silly to sad

:(

[that-butch-archivist]

Making a birthday cake for a friend tonight (something I haven't done for a while), and I forgot how much I love baking & cake decorating. I'll post pics when I'm done, I'm very excited. 🥰

[lutheban]

im rewatching The Good Place and had a dbda crossover thought of:

Oh what if Edwin was like a Janet? lol

and then it developed into more of a-

what if Charles was caught by death and sent into the actual good place but since he refuses to stay without Edwin bc 'is not a worth paradise if i dont have him' they try giving an artificial companion(janet!Edwin) and it works for a while but then they still have to keep rebooting him over and over again to try and stop him from finding the real Edwin

[i-will-just-nyom-bi]

Imagine

Charlie and her gang figured out how to send people to heaven and run the hotel for sinners who want redemption for already a few years. Some of the founders went to heaven, some stayed. Demons decide first whether they want redemption or not and after the hotel decides. Let's be honest, redemption can take years.

Charlie is the head of the hotel, along with Alastor (Ya really think he wants redemption? Also the post isn't about him so it doesn't matter whether he has some great plan right now or nah) and, of course, her beloved Vaggie.

Now, Vaggie is a fallen Angel, and after all Heaven is ready to take her back (most of the Executors or whoever they are got sent to hell, some stayed in Heaven but it doesn't matter. She did the right thing and her place is in Heaven) , except she doesn't want to go back.

She pulled the Princess of Hell, y'all . So,2 scenarios take place in my head.

1. Chaggie working with some problematic clients and Vaggie gets killed. After a week she returns and while greeted and scolded by Charlie explains "They didn't let me outta there. And you know I need my pass so I can't do anything serious. I ended up calling the Seraphims a slur so that - don't look at me like that! They wouldn't let me out! Anyway, for the next trip to Heaven, ask Angel or Husk. I ... Can't go there for about 5 years."

2. Chaggie chatting. Suddenly the air around Vaggie glows (I know this isn't how this works but Vaggie's an angel and I just need you to picture it). Vaggie mutters "shit" under her breath and turns to Charlie "Hold up a second my dear I will be back" *glass shatter* *screaming* *Vaggie's back covered with blood* "Oke babe I'm set for about half a year now- oh don't worry it wasn't our client but the drug seller that harassed Angel and us."

Just. Vaggie does bad things to stay in Hell with Charlie, and most of them are small to not anger her girlfriend.

[eddis-not-eeddis]

I am the most hopeful of pessimists

[scoriarose]

She heard me doing things so she came up to the side of her baby bin and blelelelele'd at me until I noticed her. She greets me every morning where we spend the first hour of every day together, her just resting in my hand and me holding her, often gently petting her head and tiny scales. If there is a heaven, that first hour we spend together is it.

She is getting a larger enclosure for her birthday in a month and a half. :D Hopefully I can get it done in time, as I haven't sculpted a custom enclosure before and will be trying some new artistic critiques. I do have experience sculpting though. My biggest worry is the paints and sealing them properly! Art I can do- but food safe art that will be in a moist bioactive enclosure is new for me.

[espiritogato]

I Love that sun of a beach 🕶️🩴⛱️

[fluffypotatey]

you will never meet an english major who's a bigger mla hater than me. that bitch is why i struggle so much with my fucking essay, you know what you did >:(

[softdreamlesssleep]

God, "I missed you" sex is the best

[jamoche]

This was supposed to be a short one... Crowley has rescued Muriel and Aziraphale from Heaven - although you could also say Aziraphale rescued himself, disrupting Heaven's plans in the process. Heaven responds with their usual delicate touch - which is to say, they're so afraid there will be a new rebellion that they're doing their best to create one. So now Crowley has to deal with a group of refugee angels convinced it's run or Fall. Meanwhile Hell is unhappy that Crowley has, once again, interfered with the end of the world.

[slutdge]

god when the catfish tacos hit....... brother i can see sounds

[giantkillerjack]

Favorite part about Death Note is that Light gets the Note and IMMEDIATELY becomes a serial killer fascist with a god complex.

No build-up, no Fall From Grace, no slow corruption of a good boy gradually becoming a monster. Just-- SPEED RUN STRATS. And I love that for him.

Tbh, I think there are a lot of folks (especially boys) from my high school days who would have immediately become monsters if given the power of life and death over every person around them.

It's kind of like how when people have apparently casual ableist beliefs, and you push them to elaborate on that just a little bit, they'll often end up openly saying stuff like "well, some people are just too disabled to be worth the resources it takes to support them." - Which is... eugenics. It's just eugenics, justified by the myth of scarcity. Now these folks almost certainly won't call it eugenics, or even think of it that way. But that doesn't make it NOT a core belief of the Nazis.

In a similar way, Light seems like a nice and well-adjusted boy with strong beliefs. No harm in that.

But to paraphrase Lindsay Ellis in her analysis of the Game of Thrones ending, "Power doesn't necessarily corrupt. Power reveals." [I think she was quoting someone else when she said this. It was someone who wrote a biography on LBJ. Whatever. Lindsay said it and she's smart as hell and I recommend her videos.]

And 15 minutes into the Death Note musical, I'm already thinking about how so many beliefs "casually" held by well-adjusted, nice people immediately reveal their monstrousness when talked through to their natural conclusion.

And I wonder how many of those people, given the power of life and death over everyone around them - the power to take their ideas to their natural conclusions - would also immediately reveal how their lack of self-reflection has laid the groundwork for them to become monsters.

[jaarijani]

aw ye Amsterdam & London I. AM. THERE!!!

[bobzora]

i'm not making another bad end animatic because that would be entirely excessive and altogether too much effort for an idea i've already hit but if i wanted to do that there are so so so many very funny song choices i could use

[fortune-maiden]

Pei Ming Drabble

the writing muscles are really moving today!

He hadn’t planned to let anyone in again after Rong Guang. Relationships were transactional. Love was a weakness. When he first started visiting the Water Master’s Palace, there was a reason for it. But when that reason disappeared, his invitation remained. Somehow he kept taking it, coming by to eat their food, share various news, and engage in verbal sparring, both intellectual and petty. Pei Ming didn’t think a day could come where he would watch a windswept Shi Wudu chase a soaking wet Shi Qingxuan around a room, and stand there with his hands on his knees and laugh.