#thyme warp

[crystalchespin]

HEYY GUESS WHAT TIME IT IS . ART DUMP ATTACK‼️‼️💥💥💥‼️

thyme warp because they r funny!!!

more under the cut!!!

this one's based off that one image by sweepswoop_ on twt . Also it's supposed to say stun peas. I was tired and didn't notice until later:heartbrocken:

homing thistle and red stinger stuff bc they r cute together :flutters my eyelashes:

and some traditional stuff!!! (i don't do these often for some reason lol)

[polevaultingzombie]

soda jerk!🥤

[fatima100]

[mypvz2]

[cherrysoder]

silly thyme warp :3

[mint-mango-uwu]

[superbattle117]

Plants are enjoying Halloween trick or treating and wearing nice costumes🎃🍬

[novaqueenofmadness]

James Potter Fics (1)

james potter fics i've enjoyed

Too Soon by @jackie5656

Triwizard Tournament by @patrophthia

Championship Cups by @perpetuallydaydreaming

Playing Pretend by @dilf-lover99

Castle on Fire by @anneisnothome

Thistle by @thyme-in-a-bubble

All of the Benefits by @astonishment

What Letters? by @patrophthia

Lover Four by @theemporium

Maybe it was Then by @unearth1y-chi1d

If I Kiss You, I'm Sorry by @astonishment

You're Losing Me by @astonishment

Your love is better than gold by @yrluvjane

the fake date plot by @sunflowertuliplily

Pool Boy by @kquil

rockstar!james x photographer!reader?? by @luveline

request by @theemporium

Walk You Home? by @astonishment

two ghosts by @bellatrixscurls

I want to be loved first by @livinginshambles

I needed to hear you say it by @livinginshambles

Letter from Professor!James to Professor!Reader by @ddejavvu

James and reader meet-cute but reader has a boyfriend by @ddejavvu

Time Warp by @astonishment

No Longer Yours by @singmyaubade

James Potter x slytherin!reader p.1 James Potter x slytherin!reader p.2 by @moonstruckme

she's all that by @unearth1y-chi1d

it will pass by @mischiefmoons

big beefy James who gets a little too drunk at a party by @inkdrinkerworld

Goodnight by @robynlilyblack

Something sweet by @robynlilyblack

a star between hands by @luveline

i'm not gonna be the one to get hurt by @cupidddd-d

where wolfstar set them up by @ladylokilaufeyson5

Bodyguard!James and crytalgirl!reader by @luveline

Invisible String by @lupinsera

mesmerized by @sp1rit-realm

making out with rockstar!james by @ddejavvu

All because of a silly little niffler, and a necklace by @slayingqueenchal

picnic by @morwap

kiss cam by @kquil

Maroon by @pretty-little-mind33

reader works at a grocery store by @moonstruckme

he kisses you after a q game by @folkloresthings

Is it cool you're in my head? by @boneblushed

Forget-Me-Nots by @singmyaubade

Playing with my heart by @lightblue07

I thought you'd be different by @livinginshambles

only like you can by @moonlightspencie

[youryurigoddess]

On love and sacrifices

There’s so much more to this scapegoating business and big sacrifices referenced in the Good Omens narrative than the literal goats. And they’re only getting bigger, louder, final.

But let’s take it slow and start with the beginning, quite literally — i.e., with the Good Omens 2 title sequence. As we follow Aziraphale and Crowley on their journey, the universe warps and their usual left and right side positioning switches during the magic show (not accidentally an act of trust and sacrifice required both from the angel and the demon). They stay so throughout the next scene, which is their little dance in the air, and after they seemingly get settled on the A. Z. Fell and Co.’s roof and back to normal, the flipped sky in the background suggests that something’s not quite right yet. In the central part of the shot looms a large, humanlike shadow of the Elephant Trunk Nebula.

The nebula is a part of a constellation called Cepheus, after an Ethiopian king from the Greek mythology who agreed to sacrifice his only daughter in order to appease the gods and end a local calamity started by her mother and his wife, Cassiopeia (talk about generational responsibility). With time and a delightfully ironic twist of fate, the name of said daughter, Andromeda, became more famous than that of her father. Although she was chained up to a rock and offered to the sea serpent Cetus, the girl was spotted by the warrior Perseus, casually flying over the sea — either on the back of the Pegasus or thanks to a pair of winged sandals — after his victory over Medusa. He fell in love on the spot, defeated the serpent (with the help of a magical sword or Medusa’s severed head, depending on the varying sources), and freed the princess. That’s not exactly where their story ends, but we won’t be getting into the rest here.

Not surprisingly, Neil has mentioned two parallel child sacrifice stories from the biblical context back in August. The first is one of the big ones — The Binding of Isaac. God's command to sacrifice Isaac, his only son, was a test of Abraham's faith. The angel of the Lord intervenes and provides a ram to be sacrificed in the boy’s place.

The second one isn’t nearly as popular, but you might have heard a variant of it in fairy tales or as the Law of Surprise invoked in The Witcher saga. In exchange for Israel’s victory over its enemies in battle, Jephthah had rashly promised God to repay the debt with the first thing seen on his return back home. The victorious warrior didn’t suspect to see his only child moving innocently "to meet him with timbrels and with dances" though. In horror, Jephthah covered his eyes with his cloak, but to no avail: ultimately, he was forced to honor his vow to God, and the girl was sacrificed. As grisly as it might look like in the Old Master’s paintings, it’s important to remember that human sacrifices weren’t limited to physical offerings only — Jephthah’s daughter might have been offered to God in the sense of officially shunning her family and dedicating her life to service instead, probably sequestered in a temple somewhere.

Interestingly, the main character of a big chunk of the Bible and the reason for the Second Coming happens to be THE most influential child sacrifice in the modern history. You know, a certain 33-year-old carpenter sent by his Heavenly Father to die on a cross for the sins of the mankind? Someone better call Aubrey Thyme ASAP.

Circling back to Aziraphale, he could be also seen as a representative of the concept of filial piety, since Eden willing to personally take a Fall not only for the humanity’s collective or individual transgressions, but the shortcomings of his Ineffable Parental Figure as well. Our favorite angel angel always fights for what is right and good, sure, but why would that be even a thing if God was truly omniscient, omnipresent, and omnipotent?

If Aziraphale’s medal is anything to go by, it looks like we might get an answer from the way it’s introducing another mythological narrative into the game, that is the story of Daedalus and Icarus. The most absorbing thing about this is the stark contrast to the recurring child sacrifice references for S3 mentioned in this post — Daedalus isn’t a father who wanted to sacrifice his son, it was his attempt to save him from imprisonment that ultimately drove Icarus to his death. The boy ignored his father’s explicit instructions, committing the grave and culturally universal sin of disobedience to one's parents that simply couldn’t go unpunished, one way or another.

But Icarus’s transgression could be seen both as high-flying ambition and striving for personal accomplishment as well as humanitarian sacrifice for knowledge and humanity’s advancement in general.

Similarly to a certain angel who left everything for what superficially seems like a work promotion, but is the ultimate act of love — both for his demon and the children they have been protecting and nurturing together for six thousand years. From the very Beginning, his white wings have been shielding everything he holds dear in this world.

[plasterbrain]

As a self described Pizzologist (Pizza Game scholar) I must ask about the characters you created.

In terms of the six dateable characters & Kiane, what is all of their favorite Pizza toppings? Ik Arimnaes likes Pepperoni but what about the others?

Kiane - every single kind of cheese at once, peppers

Mr. Arimnaes - pepperoni (boring)

Chris - ham?

Keen - sausage, bacon

Roobit - oregano, thyme, basil

Warped Lamp - buffalo chicken

Sensei - pineapple

[appri-dot]

Behold! A free ticket to infodump with a 100% certainty of someone reading, enjoy!

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Oh! huh I should find something good to ramble about...

Okay big OC World of mine that is one of my favourites doesn't really have a name but I refer to as Alias after an in world company. The plot/story is sorta ridiculous but almost every oc part of it is a mega-fav

There's a stupid amount of character info but in general:

before Alias came to be there were three separate worlds that were connected by a cavity in the multiverse (think of it as a pothole) One world with diverse and strange monsters, one with humanoids that carried out modern lives, the other a fantasy like with dragons (sounds crazy but it makes sense later sorta) These worlds coexisted and people crossing over to others was rare, but in general the foreign nature of the others meant many were simply killed and never actually became a problem (a fire can't start if you snuff out the candle sorta rules)

A girl named Mit-Eye(Mitty) accidentally reality hopped to the monster world one evening, and instead of kill on sight, an empathetic shut in named Glorified decided to help her. Throughout their journey to get her home, they both grow as people and become close friends. At the event horizon of realities Mit-Eye convinces Glorified to leave with her (It was going to be killed for helping her) and to strive for a better life together

But the attempt of crossing over caused a beyond horrible catalyst event where the two worlds sorta clipped into one another as a mess of being, making them go off course and smash into the third one.

It was SUPER BAD. On a level where history, people and items were just merging into one homogeneous reality. All three worlds became one world of jumble, and is the birth of Alias's world.

"Dragonfolk evolved into humanoids that then had a event where mass mutations wiped out the world wide population and now monsters exist"

This event caused many different things but mainly, the new species Doodle Dudes. Gender ambiguous lizardfolk that look nothing like lizards and are just silly circle heads.

During the super big bad event (in the Alias world) there was a young boy named Pepper Thyme who watched his family blow up into meat mutant meat chunks and was traumatized since. He was adopted by his home island's "temporary" figurehead Mr. Venus who enabled his bad habits and morbid obsessive study on THE EVENT. After Venus died of a accident Pepper took power and put the island under his control as a "authoritarian lite" (has ultimate power but it is loosely enforced on the common people unaware of his influence. Like President Business) Within the instability of the world as it barely started healing he had created one of the few "Beacons" (functioning civilisations) left. Fully cementing himself as the BBEG<3

That's the general lore of Alias, multiple stories carry out through its narrative.

Aliporsha, Nures and Doctrine, and Willson and Tamual are all up on my favourite ones though. I'd say Mit-Eye and Glory but they are just the prelude really!!!

For the fruits of his labour, Pepper Thyme discovered the existence of multiverses and set out to colonize them to finally satiate his obsession hes had on the catalyst by bringing a universal order. And In order to carry out his colonization plans, Thyme is creating an army of "gods" by inhumane experiments on people for them to become indestructible reality warping machines that follow his command. Only two characters canonically have actually reach godhood (Aliporsha and Sillysocks) but hes determined and on the right track considering he has met GOD (The Corrior...hes a can of worms in itself)

I HAVE TO STOP MYSELF FROM YAPPING ANYMORE BUT THIS IS LITERALLY ALL SURFACE LEVEL MY GOD THE AMOUNT OF SUMMARISING...

[spunknbite]

South Downs, revisited

The garden faces south.

Wisteria and lavender. Borders of delphinium. Brilliant violet asters, peonies and shock-white hydrangeas. Hostas that could use splitting come spring. Hollyhocks thriving, standing ten feet easy. Lady’s Mantle, climbing roses, snap dragons. Yarrow, a lot of yarrow.

Grow you a garden. Start from seed, from the beginning, the inception. Dirt under fingernails, cracked terracotta pots, noon sun high. Watch stalks rise and flowers bloom, creation, something new and whole and yours.

There’s lattice-work arches too. A little neglected, water-warped wood imprinted with decades of climbing tendrils tattooing the grain. The clematis has fallen back, overstretched and thinning at the apex, but still the stains of its vines remain on the wood, revealing past summers. The patio stones that dot the perimeter are smoothed almost slippery from years of use and rain. Initials are carved in the trunk of the overgrown birch that shadows the back gate. SM + RB dug deep in testament, a fine layer of moss creeping at the edges.

Loved, this garden was loved by its former caretakers. Could be loved again, certainly.

There’s room enough to spread out. Add some colour — daylilies, cosmos, bellflowers. Coax some ivy up the brick. Mint as ground cover, along with flowering thyme, lily of the valley, phlox. 

He could build an awning off the back wall, offer some more cover. Move the hostas – they’d be happier under the protection. Plant some astilbes, coral bells, some begonias in the summer. Add a few lounges, a place for an angel to read while it storms. 

Maybe an apple tree, if he’s feeling bold.

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“I quite miss the country,” Aziraphale says one afternoon. A sip of tea, the familiar clink of cup on saucer. “It’s been centuries.”

“Tadfield?”

“Centuries since I’ve holidayed properly. The occasional day trip hardly counts.”

“You can’t leave this shop.”

“Not permanently, maybe just to get some air. See the sky again.” Saucer meets desk. A smile his way, blue eyes alight,

“And I will make thee beds of Roses  And a thousand fragrant posies,  A cap of flowers, and a kirtle  Embroidered all with leaves of Myrtle”

“For Satan’s sake, you’re invoking Marlowe of all people?”

“And why shouldn’t I? Just because he’s been a smidge overshadowed by —”

“You know he was an atheist, angel?”

“Even a broken clock is right twice a day.”

“And that broken clock can write poetry too?”

“Quite.”

The bell above the shop door rings, and Aziraphale is off. 

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The third bedroom is just a nook really; it peaks out of a dormer window overlooking the back garden. It has built-in shelves along one wall, inset and bordered with the sort of colonial crown moulding that Crowley imagines only Aziraphale would truly appreciate. Grandmotherly; shelves seemingly meant to house sun-faded doilies and ceramic cats.

But it could be a library. Granted, a small one, but there was space enough for a collection of the essentials with room to spare under the window for a desk. An angel must keep up with his correspondence, after all. 

Dear angel, he’d written once, centuries ago. Then scribbled it out.

Dear angel, he’d written again, not long after. Then burned it.

Dear angel, he’d written again and again and again. Wasted paper made pulp made paper again, never sent.

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He buys the damned cottage. 

Dumb idea. Impulsive, really. Like a lot of what he did, what he still does — gets a notion in his demonic skull and just charges on, unencumbered by reflection. As if he trusts some higher power is looking out for him, has his back – the absurdity of it. Once upon a time before the beginning of the world, he’d sauntered vaguely downward without really considering all the consequences, the ramifications of it all; hadn’t weighed and measured, worked out the celestial maths. No, he made a choice and paid for it without knowing the price.

(he would have kept sauntering on anyway, knowing where it would ultimately lead — earth and humans and their wonderful cars and Aziraphale and and and — but he hadn’t known then, couldn’t have known, just what shape his damnation would take, and that was rather the point; he was a careless idiot)

Here too, on earth. We can run away together — Alpha Centauri. Get an idea, a cocked up, stupid thought and go all in on it. 

The Bentley, raging down London streets. A sharp, nearly blind corner. Is there oncoming traffic? Could he stop if he wanted to? Who’s even in control, has he ever been? Has he gone from one master to another to another?

You go too fast for me, Crowley.

So he buys the damned cottage, because what else can he do?

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Aziraphale gets in the elevator and Crowley gets in the Bentley. He doesn’t know where he’s going, but it’s not South Downs.

Also on ao3 for anyone interested.

[mypvz2]

[hairtusk]

in the exact opposite energy to that anon, leak your favourite physical media chaya! what casette is your fave, what vinyl is your fave & why? are there any with distortions that you love?

LOVE this ask !! <3

favourite cassette:

in terms of store bought, I'm completely in love with my copy of parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme by S&G - so nice to leave my phone at home and go for a walk in the woods with this in my walkman and no distractions :)

in terms of homemade cassettes, i'm in love with every single one i've ever made and couldn't choose a favourite - but this is my most recent one that i made for autumn walks <3

(honourable mention to my copy of substance by new order, because i used to hide my cigarettes in the cassette case when i was a teenager)

favourite vinyl:

i have hundreds so it was so so difficult to pick a favourite, but i decided to pick my most unique ones - this copy of No Plan was released about a year after Bowie's death, and the B side has no grooves - i've never seen anything like it and i'm enamoured

i'm also a big collector of interview picture discs, which i know is a bit niche - i have quite a few, but these two are my favourites <3

(honourable mention to my gold limited edition pressing of ace of spades circa 1980 - i have about 6 coloured motorhead vinyl that were gifted to me, but this is my favourite of them)

favourite distoration:

i accidently left this slightly battered copy of tribute next to a radiator once, and it warped a little - but it makes the hammond organ on mr. crowley sound absolutely fucking incredible, and now i find it difficult to listen to the original version haha

[superbattle117]

Rebecca and Mike gives presents Toria's favourite plant phat beet and thyme warp to Toria as a Christmas gift

Toria- @mint-mango-uwu

Fern siblings- me

[birdo-is-here]

one more one more we can do it just one more

This is Speise! (he/they) He’s like. God of space but not the like stars and sky space but the like. Blueprints of reality type space, like “time and space” ykwim

He’s a silly guy just doin’ he silly thing

Speise is almost completely non-verbal, he can make odd little inaudible noises but that’s kind of it, and he likes to keep it that way.

The way he communicates is usually by using his reality-warping powers to create a sort of. rectangular grid above his head where he can type out what he wants to say, like a dialogue box in a videogame but irl

When he doesn’t want to scare the shit out of people by literally creating some sort of dialogue box and kinda breaking the laws of physics, he just communicates through gestures and, if he’s in his human form, sign language

He’s the younger sibling of Thyme as we may know, and also the taller one of the two

Personality-wise he, as stated above, is really just a goofy guy, he just kinda does he thing yk there isn’t much more I can say about it :) His proxy is none other than Russel