#which is so awful

[talesfrommedinastation]

They knew the actual ending and his actual fate, as well as how much fans were heartbroken.

And they still posted this crap.

So gross.

PS - Bear McCreary would never, but that's what happens when you're too busy wailing on the hurdy-gurdy with Hozier and winning Emmys.

[nerves-nebula]

choosing voice actors actually breaks my fucking heart. like, ow. like man you were SO GOOD I SWEAR I JUST THINK THEIR DELIVERY FITS MORE. I PROMISE I DONT HATE YOU. I ALMOST CHOSE YOU. I DIDNT THINK I'D GET MORE THAN 2 SUBMISSIONS ESPECIALLY NOT THIS QUICKLY.

[druid-for-hire]

[image id: a four-page comic. it is titled "immortality” after the poem by clare harner (more popularly known as “do not stand at my grave and weep”). the first page shows paleontologists digging up fossils at a dig. it reads, “do not stand at my grave and weep. i am not there. i do not sleep.” page two features several prehistoric creatures living in the wild. not featured but notable, each have modern descendants: horses, cetaceans, horsetail plants, and crocodilians. it reads, “i am a thousand winds that blow. i am the diamond glints on snow. i am the sunlight on ripened grain. i am the gentle autumn rain.” the third page shows archaeopteryx in the treetops and the skies, then a modern museum-goer reading the placard on a fossil display. it reads, “when you awaken in the morning’s hush, i am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight. i am the soft stars that shine at night. do not stand at my grave and cry.” the fourth page shows a chicken in a field. it reads, “i am not there. i did not die” / end id]

a comic i made in about 15 hours for my school’s comic anthology. the theme was “evolution”

[noodles-and-tea]

How the gentle wind,

Beckons through the trees,

As autumn colours fall.

[hinamie]

make it vicious, take a stab

[lichqueenlibrarian]

I need you all to know that Kirk is nude for this whole sequence.

[otiksimr]

Some Yveltal sketches (curated from my main blog, there's some lore in the tags if you're interested.)

[ninyard]

exy fans + Twitter (the au where andreil gets outed)

[driftingballoons]

Girl why are you so Snout

[azfellandco]

It's about Crowley bearing witness to Aziraphale's desire, about the way that desire is animal and visceral and enormous and terrifying*. And about how Crowley sees that and wants it. Crowley offers the ox rib and watches Aziraphale eat because eating provides them no sustenance, it's purely for pleasure, sensual, selfish. And Crowley introduces Aziraphale to this, and thousands of years later still takes obvious pleasure in feeding Aziraphale, in watching him eat. In watching Aziraphale's pleasure.

And I think it's significant the things we see Crowley put into his body in s2, and why: six shots of espresso, as something bracing before seeing what it is that made Aziraphale call him in his "something's wrong" tone; whiskey, because he has to give Aziraphale some bad news; wine, because they "might as well get comfortable" during the storm coming down on Job, after Aziraphale learns that Crowley is actually pretty unhappy with Job's suffering; and poison, to dispose of it so Elspeth (or Wee Morag, I've fogotten which is which) doesn't die. Crowley doesn't take Aziraphale's "something that calms you down", only consumes things that not only don't bring him pleasure but are an attempt to prevent pain. Crowley, who introduced Aziraphale to this important physical, sensual, selfish pleasure, denies it to himself. He denies himself the eccles cakes, he denies himself partaking in food, and he denies himself Aziraphale.

And we see throughout the rest of the season other things he's denying himself: the comfort and safety of a home in the bookshop in favor of the mobility and ready-made escape of living in the Bentley, the surety of saying what he really means during the confession. He cannot bring himself to admit what he wants, that he wants. Gabriel and Beelzebub "going off together" is not what he wants. He wants Aziraphale, but he doesn't say that, because he's never, in the years and years and years we've seen this season, let himself want or be seen wanting. "Going off together" is as close as he can get to speaking it. "A group of the two of us" is as close as he can get. So he has to watch as Aziraphale leaves and takes his pleasure in the world with him.

[mr-payjay]

More drawinfs <3 the usual art dump

[day-colors]

got some requests for rupphire

[chiquilines]

Whoopsie daisy im late to the panel redraw train but this page is tattooed on my frontal lobe

[koszmarnybudyn]

I finally did the trend

[guinevereslancelot]

[helmtechnician]

text below the cut

while Her Imperious Condescension's colonial pursuits never falter, She does take breaks.

And when She stops, So do I.

And, on some rare occasions, when the crew leaves the docked ship to visit a space station,

I get to leave with them.

Onboard the station, they take care of me, as ordered.

I can't function well without the wires anymore.

Doesn't matter, I'm always connected to wires these days.

The mechanics dote on me, and I'm often the most intact of the helmsmen docked for maintenance.

Sometimes I wish the crew would be more careless with me, and give me a chance to fade, like the rest of them do.

But, I know that all She will give me are a few, rare, days.

Spent in my small body looking outside, for as long as She will allow. So I go through the motions.