#onenes

[wayti-blog]

When you separate yourself by belief, by nationality, by tradition, it breeds violence. So a man who is seeking to understand violence does not belong to any country, to any religion, to any political party or partial system; he is concerned with the total understanding of mankind.

Jiddu Krishnamurti

[hg-aneh]

blerp

[magnificentstrawberryomen]

bound to break (jolly karlsson x reader one shot)

cw: just angst oops

iwas incredibly proud of him, don’t get me wrong.

i loved his dark eyes sparkling with passion whenever he hit the stage and hit the first snares of his guitar. the concentrated, serious frown and expression he carried during the entire performance, whilst i knew more than anyone how much he was beaming on the inside, like a burning sun filled with passion, radiating to the instrument he’s playing.

but it hurt as well. it hurt that he had to chose between two of the things he loved the most; me, and his career. i wish i could’ve put it differently that night when it all went wrong—wrong for my heart now still desperately aching for him, needing him. for him to come home and wrap his arms around me like a safe heaven, singing me softly asleep, as he noticed i was close to drifting away but just needing to hear his calm and warm voice against my ear, the only thing that made me sleep fully and peacefully.

but i needed to break the silence, the painful eating silence between us whenever we were together and i just had to sit and watch him still being occupied by work instead of holding me like he always used to when he had days off.

“y/n, please. you can’t make me choose—”

“i’m not making you chose, joakim. or at least, i don’t want you to, but… i’m trying to explain to you that that i find it very hard to see you less and less, and now that you’ve just gotten back for three days you have to leave again!”

“i know!” he had yelled back, in frustration, in sadness. “i know, and it’s not like i like it either! but this is an opportunity we as a band have to take, you understand that right? we haven’t been able to play like this for y—”

“i never said i didn’t!” my voice breaks in a hoarse whisper, heart close to breaking as i interrupt him, ‘cause i knew where this conversation would end up to. it was bound to happen for a while now, and we were both tired. tired, yearning for each other every single day, yet our needs never got met. and it destroyed us, slowly but steadily, like a wall between us about to crack with each time we saw each other, waiting to get broken by either of us.

“but you understand that this situation becomes tiring for me, right? joakim, i barely see you and it becomes less and less, shorter and shorter. i miss you, i miss us—i miss who we were and could be!”

a silence is followed, only our ragged breathing being heard in the room around us, and jolly looks at me with a saddening frown, and i know i have the same look at my face, just more frustratedly and tired.

“what are you saying exactly, y/n?” he then asked after a moment, stepping slightly closer, a messy strand of hair escaping from his half up bun that i’m tempted to brush away behind his ear, but i keep both my hands to my side.

“what i’m saying is… i don’t know anymore how we can still make this work between us. i want to, truly, and you know that—but… it’s getting tiring. it’s getting tired to miss my other half, and him not even being with me when we��re together. even at home you’re constantly wrapped up in work, and i can just sit here and watch in silence waiting for you to leave your damn office and become known of my existence again.”

the memory of that night is painful. painful especially when i lay in bed at night, staring at the ceiling, the fabric of the sheets and mattress feeling extra cold now that he is not there anymore to make it warm and comfortable, safe and nice to lay in—i wasn’t able to sleep for weeks after we decided to take a break and see where life would lead us, if the road of this hectic life would take us back together or not.

so far, it didn’t. it seemed like jolly didn’t even want to take the first step. and maybe that was because of his busy schedule, maybe it was because i was too afraid of the reality peeking around the corner and watching me, watching me like a hawk to remind me all of this was never going to work out again, so i didn’t take the first step either. the only way i was in some sort of contact with him, was through a tv screen, watching him perform in a small intimate venue, which was a huge difference from the festival his band had played the night before, and just in general. they were getting more and more successful each day.

i would watch with tears stinging in my eyes, feeling both utterly heartbroken but so proud of him as well. because i knew be belonged to that stage, along with his friends, his brothers, creating music so special, inspiring and important for others with the passion clearly rushing through his body, the body that one held me with so much love and joy, that i couldn’t be mad at him anymore.

because i couldn’t take this type of love and joy from him either, because he was clearly made for this and the stage—and it hurts that he was not made for me, and a life together, after all.

[koszmarnybudyn]

Okay im back guys :) this started as go au then i tried to just draw them aged up and then i realized it just looked like the good okens au. Might also do Link, Scary and Taylor in a bit cause i like the design i made so yeah. Take it either as the au or just aged up.

[harringroveera]

Eddie: When I said you could open up to me, I didn’t think it’d be this babe

[sailorsallyart]

Found this in my insta stories from last year. Here's the final version.

[ai-qa]

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bisexual space

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[thecrowleyeditor]

David Tennant as Crowley

[ineffable-sideburns]

Good Omens really has the layers of an onion and hurts just as much

[touchlikethesun]

i’m not saying that azi wasn’t absolutely in love with crowley in s1 but i will say in s2 he is so much more bold… the amount of times he’s checking crowley out and getting himself flustered, or getting that little smug look on his face like you know the one the “this boy is mine” face, like, sir- okay-

[wayti-blog]

Art is the funnel, as it were, through which spirit is poured into life.

― Thomas Mann

[clairedelune-13]

My favorite Team.

A Group, really - a Group of the Two of Them.

[theboredbori]

Pspspsps gomens fans, chapter 3 of Re-Canonized by the lovely @snarky-synesthete is here!!!

Go and read about our favorite ineffable idiots through the ages, up until where we left off 👀👀👀

Here's some more close ups, had fun with this one

[pcptpf]

A small rant as a religiously traumatized individual regarding Good Omens

TW: Talks of religion, trauma, manipulation, all that good stuff I guess

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So I honestly just finished good omens s2 a couple days ago. And obviously the brain rot set in. I'm so in love with all of the characters and think they're just lovely. There is one thing that bothers me though and it's the reaction of Aziraphel's exit of this season.

I see a lot of people being pissed at him and rightfully so they've been a dick but Aziraphels also a very very traumatized angel.

We got tidbits of the abuse they endured by the hands of many of the angels. With the nice touch of being told to "shut up and die" by someone he looked up to. This was of course witnessed by Crowley who I think realized in that moment just how bad it's been for their angel up in heaven.

Now onto the trauma bits. I have my own personal experiences with religion and it's not great. I was born into a religion and was forced all my life to serve in it. Told I didn't have a choice and shouldn't want anything else. I was told that as long as I lived under my parents roof I had no choice but to serve.

I wasn't allowed to have outside friends and definitely not hang out with them. I wasn't allowed to be seen with certain people as it would spoil my family's reputation. I was told that eventually all my wordly friends would die so I shouldn't get too attached to them.

So when I saw this very deeply traumatized angel I was like lol me too. One thing about religious trauma and trauma in general is that it never leaves you. When someone spends years and years telling you that you're nothing without the religion. The only people who truly love you are here. They don't give a shit about you but we do. They're all just going to be destroyed one day. They're not good people. It kinda gets set inside of you embedded in you if you will.

So no matter what Aziraphel is going to think this about himself. I've only experienced this for 18 years as Aziraphel has had this happening to him for much much longer. He has been beat down and told to stay there as it's the only thing they should be doing.

Let's talk the authority problems too. If you notice in the scene where Gabriel and Beelzebub are running away together and talking about their love Aziraphel looks so excited. They grab Crowley's shoulder as in saying"that could be us." This is all absolutely shattered the moment metatron opens that door. Everything Aziraphel might've been thinking about fell away the moment he saw the one person he's been looking to be seen by for his entire existence.

Aziraphel spent so long being beat down and oh god here comes fucking Metatron with his stupid coffee. Metatron told Aziraphel everything he knew he wanted to hear. Told Aziraphel everything they wanted to hear. That they were the perfect angel for the job and oh he even thought of them immediately.

The straw that broke the camels back was Metatron telling Azi that they could bring Crowley along. To Azi this was astronomical. They were told for so long (as toxic religious people often say) "stay away from Crowley she's a demon" "demons are horrible nasty people they're awful" and for Metatron the direct messenger to God to be telling Azi he could bring his favorite person to heaven. This was their breaking point.

Also the subtle jabs at Gabriel that were thrown in there too just to spice it up a bit. Metatron knew exactly what he needed to say to get into Aziraphels mind.

Crowley knew the extent of what would happen to Aziraphel and they were terrified for them. But Aziraphel was so sure that ohh yes they've done awful things but now they're changing I mean look Gabriel is leaving so everything can change between us too.

Aziraphel is seeing it as "oh it's finally changing I don't have to choose anymore we can be together and be angels we dont have to pick sides anymore because this side is welcoming us with open arms” when in reality they're not.

To others it may seem like an obvious decision “oh they’ve been so horrible to him” “they’re such toxic people why would Aziraphel want to be with them” but this isn’t how Aziraphel sees it at all. It is so hard to walk away from something after you’ve been told for so long that if you walk away you’re a horrible person and you’re losing everything. Aziraphels choices were always either “Choose Crowley and be an outcast or choose us and be up in heaven and be “good” and “faithful”” and for those choices to be combined into one is all Aziraphel ever wanted. It’s not an obvious choice to him it’s the only choice he thinks will keep him from losing everything that ever actually mattered.

[siriusly-the-best-bi]

HIS GLASSES HAVE A SPOT HIS GLASSES HAVE A SPOT WHEN HE GOES TO THE BOOKSHOP HE HAS A SPOT HE PUTS HIS GLASSES

[ai-qa]

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