#but please relish in this

[whim-prone-pirate]

how many times does neil gaiman have to specifically refuse to Word-Of-God anything before y'all take the hint—

he is the biggest supporter of fandom that there is, his own and in the broadest of senses. "is [x] canon?" is such an easily answerable question given that he has answered it twenty five times on one tumblr account. so, to reiterate, again, on his behalf:

book canon is stated in the book. tv canon is shown on screen.

anything that neil has said about his own characters outside of that specific and clearly laid out guideline is considered his own headcanon and opinion. there is no wrong or right version of aziraphale or dream or coraline. however you have decided to personalize these characters to help you love them does not make them any less real. Your Crowley is yours, and he is just as real as Neil's Crowley.

stop worrying. genuinely. you don't have to go searching for canon in the various gaimanverses because it's all been laid out in front of you since inception. you're all fine.

in neil's own words (possibly paraphrased as i don't have the post in front of me): "your characters are safe, and no one is going to take them away from you." not even neil.

#i know that this is the influence of too much word-of-godding from the 2010s #we were all young and impressionable #but please relish in this #the safest and most straight forward fandom in the world #neil gaiman #good omens #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #crowley #the sandman #coraline #american gods #anansi boys #stardust #the ocean at the end of the lane #etc etc we all know what he's written

[sol-thorne-shitpost]

Still reading the Odyssey. How have I never seen anyone bring up a headcanon that Odysseus becomes scared shitless of the ocean after finally coming home to Ithaca? I'm talking mental-breakdown inducing phobia.

The man has spent TEN YEARS lost at sea. Each time he reached land, Poseidon was here to try to drown him. His twelve ships with six hundred men sunk. And later on, when Alcinoos' men sailed him back to Ithaca, Poseidon sunk that ship too. It just never ends. Odysseus has seen hundreds of men, friends, die at sea, he's been whipped by waves, choked by salt, he faced Charybdis on his own, nearly drowned more times than he can count, all of this to finally reach home knowing his journey has drowned hundreds of innocent people.

I'm telling you he'd never heal from that shit. After he finally reclaims the throne of Ithaca, maybe Telemachus mentions that some of his father's old friends are still waiting for news of him, that Nestor has no idea he managed to go home and that Menelaus weeps whenever he thinks of him.

So Odysseus agrees to follow his son to Pylos and Sparta, having to sail across the sea once again, and although the trip goes smoothly it's a living nightmare for Odysseus. The moment the ship departs, he prays Poseidon with all his might, begging him to spare his son. He can't stop puking and crying, choking on his own erratic breath, hallucinating and going paranoid. For a few days Telemachus really thinks he's fallen ill. The trip back is just as terrible and Telemachus has no idea how to comfort his father or to make him understand that the seas are safe for him now, as well as for all the people who travel with him.

Yet another reason why Odysseus needs to spend the rest of his life in a Penelope/Diomedes sandwich hug, I rest my case.

#sol brainrot hours #odyssey #the odyssey #odysseus #greek mythology #epic the musical #please save this poor man he's seen so much shit #I physically relish in the thoughts of him being comforted by hugs. Hugs for Odysseus everyone.

[ybcpatrick]

everytime i think abt that post with the stuffed garfields that's like "to be loved is to be changed" i get so deep in the sauce and end up staring at my twenty-one year old pooh bear and the mint condition duplicate i bought a few years ago. like yeah.

yeah, to be loved is to be changed.

and isn't that so wonderful?

#shut up kell #i'm 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 #pooh is my best friend and always has been so if you have something mean to say please don't. thank u xoxo #just pondering. thinking. relishing for once in the passage of time and the effects of it. sometimes it's the best :') #hall of shame

[sharkgirldick]

"Not to be autistic about it, but-"

No, no, please. I insist.

#text post #shark thoughts #autistic people PLEASE be autistic about whatever it is you're telling me #i relish the moment

[trans-opossum]

Amphibiuary day 12: Eat!

#oh I had so much fun with this one #for some reason I love drawing food + frogs! #dart frog mustard and ketchup + tadpole relish! don’t eat that- it’s frogs! #amphibiuary2024 #the dart frogs are all based on real colors and patternings of dart frogs :) #also- breaking out of the box motif today just for fun #I think tumblr killed the quality so please click for detail :

[industrations]

HO HO HO MERRY JITTYMAS

To kick off the festivities my fellow lawnchairs @imdamagecontrol @alarainai and i have written a very extremely cursed lovely christmas fic

If at any point you ask yourself "what is going on" or "why does it low-key have plot" just know that we do not know either

We present a lawnchair original:

The Jitties

#the lawn chairs #why is it 3k #we dont know #please do read the tags #they are part of the experience #space jellyfish #relish block tag:

[isalabells]

#screeching tbh #someone please make a compilation of every single throwback/reference/parallel there were tons #I forgot how great Colm is in this role #For All Mankind #Margo Madison #not to say I relish the prospect but they tied so many bookends with her this season there is now way they'll dare to bring her back

[puyopuyo]

happy penis friday milk puyopuyo

happy penis friday!

#please relish in this mango pineapple refresher

[plaintoast]

us above water

in one hand, a photo of you asleep this morning in the bed we shared but define as mine. below that, the atlantic nearly invisible through the window i lay my head against. i risk the press of my thumb to the wiry hair along your knuckles for just a minute longer. maybe another minute after that. everyone else is asleep but i know i will dream of my head pressed between your shoulder and chin and wake missing you before we go our separate ways, so i watch the sky. it fades into early morning blue, the ocean visible once more. it reminds me of the dry shine of my mother's eye catching mine, our fingers intertwined at the table across from my brother's discerning gaze. not soon, but in a future we can talk about now, we take every flight together and i am not afraid who sees us touch. for now we relish the novelty of only keeping half a secret. you awaken as we fly into the risen sun, and i am blinded by the soft set of your smile, the sleep-struck grey of your eyes. i have not yet pulled away my hand from yours.

a poem inspired by @msmargaretmurry's this is for keeps in the head above water 'verse. becky, thank you for bringing this matthew and leon into the world. not only is the story a gift, it led me back into your fandom space, where i am constantly thrilled to be. i hope you enjoy this work you brought out in me!

#how do i tag this lmao #hockey things #fic stuff #matthew t #leon d #please everyone be SO nice to me i could've spent the next like week editing and toying with this but #i want to relish in the sudden inspiration reading this is for keeps brought me last night #this is like the first poem i've written all year a;sldkfj #ANYWAY <3 my little contribution to the HAW anniversary weekend #my poems

[industrations]

I am so used to u interacting with ur partners that I thought I followed all yall and borderline panicked in my halfawake state that they deleted their accounts bc I didn't see em in my followed tab 💀💀

Wait do people think we’re actually together?💀

Actually no ur right we are @alarainai and @imdamagecontrol my spouses, my loves, my one true people

#this is so funny to me #you guys i’m not dating anyone #please #relish block tag: #space jellyfish

[cluelessmoose]

C 'mere Wind I've ANGST to share

Oh boy guys I've been thinking and you know what THAT means

So, to start, let me just say that Wind's character design as a young teen could very well just be rooted in the fact that in the games he's based on he is very young, so for continuity's sake JoJo just continued the theme to add a little variety in the character set. Which is smart, and good, and I want more and worse for the Chain than that

An important question to ask is why on Earth Hylia would ever choose a hero that young to go on this adventure? Clearly, going by Time's age, she can take them from any point in their timeline, but she notably didn't take Time after Majora's Mask when he was mentally an adult but physically a child still, fresh from his adventures and arguably a better fighter than he would from being semi-retired on a Ranch for years. And yet for some reason she choose Wind as a kid, still, which just-

Doesn't make sense.

Because Wind is strong, and a good fighter, and clever to boot, but he could be better. He's not fully grown in LU, hasn't yet reached his full potential in terms of speed, strength, reach, or any of the other myriad of ways an adult body is undeniably better suited for combat than a 14ish year old's is. As good as he is now, he'd only get better as a fighting hero as he grew up

So why wouldn't Hylia grab him as an adult, in the prime of his fighting ability for this very dangerous, all important quest to save all the timelines?

She couldn't.

Why else? Why else would she choose a weaker form of the heroes she's selected? A kid who is experienced but still caught in all the downsides of a still growing body, all the physical shortcomings of youth.

Why, except that there is no older Wind to have taken instead.

I raise you this: Wind dies young. He dies before he ever hits 15 in his timeline, and you can take from that what you want- that he gets back and is killed, or that he never makes it back from this adventure with the Chain at all.

Such an innocuous detail, Wind's age, and the Chain has never wondered at it's significance.

It's almost better, if he dies back at home. Because its either that, or the rest of the Chain looks back and realizes exactly why the Sailor was so young, realizes that if they'd stopped to wonder, to notice and question, then maybe they could have changed it, stopped it, saved him-

The grief would be plenty sharp enough without that, I think.

#oh lord am I ever going to write a fricking fic on this for my Many Follies Series #But anyone can play with this idea in fact please do #I have been RELISHING in this realization #such promise #such angst #linked universe #linked universe wind #lu wind

[teacuppigdog]

all the adverts on tumblr these days are trying to get me to go out and date people. like. actually I came to this website to be a weird recluse

#please respect my culture #you have misread the room actually #i actually am personable out there these days this is like the last bastion where i get to relish my anti-social side #i do not want to think about human connection with anyone who isn't also a weird internet recluse while I'm here #tumblr

[cheekydogs]

I decided to mix it up a little for my outing today and give Wee Hen a day off :)

#cheeky barks #I’ve been trying to post this for hours please post :( #I don’t talk abt them much but I’m actually a huge itemlabel fan! #I have 2 peepys 3 ouiouis and a Dinkle #and I’m eagerly awaiting the series 3 ouiouis :) I wanna get the cube one #or the secret special one to match my partner’s Relishoui #fun fact: they named Relishoui! the first Relish is in my house now :) #my plush: horrible son Michael #itemlabel #peepy #mistakepy #plushblr #plush #actually autistic #safeplush

[queenlucythevaliant]

Time to share another of my favorite Christian poems with you all. It’s a martyrdom poem by Varlam Shalamov, a victim of the Soviet gulags and also the writer of Kolyma Tales. A few favorite stanza are written out here; the entire poem is typed out below. It’s a little on the long end, but entirely worth it. 

“Avvakum in Pustozyorsk” by Varlam Shalamov

The walls of my church

  are the ribs of my heart;

it seems life and I

  are soon bound to part

 .

My cross now rises,

  traced with two fingers.

In Pustozyorsk it blazes;

  its blaze will linger.

 .

I’m glorified everywhere,

  vilified, branded;

I have already become

  the stuff of legend.  

 .

I was, people say,

  full of anger and spite;

I suffered, I died

  for the ancient rite.

 .

But this popular verdict

  is ugly nonsense;

I hear and reject

  the implied censure.

 .

The rite is nothing—

  neither wrong nor right;

a rite is a trifle

  in God’s sight.

 .

But they attacked our faith

  in the ways of the past,

in all we’d learned as children

  and taken to heart.

 .

In their holy garments,

  in their grand hats,

with a cold crucifix

  in their cold hands,

 .

in thrall to a terror

  clutching their souls,

they drag us to jails

  and herd us to scaffolds.

 .

We don’t mind about the doctrine

  books and their age;

we don’t debate virtues

  of fetters and chains.

 .

Our dispute is of freedom,

  and the right to breathe—

about the Lord’s will

  to bind as he please.

 .

The healers of souls

  chastised our bodies;

while they schemed and plotted,

  we ran to the forests.

 .

Despite their decrees,

   we hurled our words

out of the lion’s mouth

  and into the world.

 .

We called for just vengeance

  against their sins;

along with the Lord,

   we sang poems and hymns.

 .

The words of the Lord

  were claps of thunder.

The Church endures;

   it will never go under.

 .

And I, unyielding,

  reading the Psalter,

was brought to the gates

  of the Andronikov Monastery.

 .

I was young;

  I endured every pain:

hunger, beatings,

  interrogations.

 .

A winged angel

  shut the eyes of the guard,

brought me cabbage soup,

  and a hunk of bread.

 .

I crossed the threshold—

  and I walked free.

Embracing my Exile,

  I walked to the east.

 .

I held services

   by the Amur River,

where I barely survived

  the winds and blizzards.

 .

They branded my cheeks

  with brands of frost;

by a mountain stream

  they tore out my nostrils.

 .

But the path to the Lord

  goes from jail to jail;

the path to the Lord

  never changes.

 .

And all too few,

  since Jesus’s days,

have proved able to bear

  God’s all-seeing gaze.

 .

Nastasia, Nastasia,

  do not despair;

true joy often wears

  a garment of tears.

 .

Whatever temptations

  may beat in your heart,

whatever torments

  may rip you apart,

 .

walk on in peace,

  through a thousand troubles

and fear not the serpent

  that bites at your ankles—

 .

though not from Eden

  has this snake crawled;

it is an envoy of evil

  from Satan’s hand.

 .

Here, birdsong

  is unknown;

here one learns the patience

  and the wisdom of stone.

 .

I have seen no color

  except lingonberry

in fourteen years

  spent as a prisoner.

 .

But this is not madness,

  nor a waking nightmare;

it is my soul’s fortress,

  its will and freedom.

 .

And now they are leading me

  far away in fetters;

my yoke is easy

  and my burden grows lighter.

 .

My track is swept clean

  and dusted with silver;

I’m climbing to heaven

  on wings of fire.

 .

Through cold and hunger,

  through grief and fear

towards God, like a dove,

  I will rise from the pyre.

 .

O far-away Russia—

  I give you my vow

to return to the sky

  forgiving my foe.

 .

May I be reviled,

  and burned at the stake;

may my ashes be cast

  on the mountain wind.

 .

There is no fate sweeter,

  no better end,

than to knock, as ash,

  at the door of the human heart.

#this poem absolutely destroys me #there are so many threads running through it but more than anything I see such beautiful submission to God's will in it #the road to the Lord goes from jail to jail; the road to the Lord never changes #and so there's this exhortation to relish martyrdom and long for glory #like so many of the martyrs #and yet it's so uniquely personal and Soviet #that opening line: if they blow up our cathedrals and outlaw our meetings we will still carry the church in our chests #behind our ribs in our hearts #and then to say 'we don't care about the specific books or rites or liturgies we care about /freedom/ #but not freedom in the way that most people in this situation would mean it in the way that he would have every right to mean it #freedom for God to bind as he please #and somehow the part that makes my heart twist most with grief is 'i have seen no color but lingonberry in fourteen years' #YET still this is not a waking nightmare; it is my soul's fortress #my soul's barren colorless fortress #but God is there #and so my yoke is easy #ughhhh this poem #and that ending #the awareness that the greatest end a person can have is to have one's death be a tertimony #if you haven't read it read Kolyma Tales #it's some of the most beautiful prose I have ever read applied to one of the most awful subjects in history #and for goodness' sake read this poem #it will do your soul good #the unquenchable fire #literature makes us more human #leah learns calligraphy #i would cut off a toe for the chance to write about this poem in a formal context #but tumblr will have to do #martyr club this is for you #russia where are you flying to?

[waitinginthecorner]

Hop along rly needs to come out w a new album but it still feels like bark your head off dog came out yesterday

#rambling #i also hate when bands put out their first few albums w the same amount of time between them then stop #like please i need to relish in the pattern of it or my stomach starts turning

[figsorbet]

while I had no qualms besides a queasy stomach after eating a costco hotdogs stored in my coat pocket for days no amount of preservation can make me crave a 50 year old wiener

#costco #hotdogs #dont #ever #come #with #enough #relish #please #send #that #siri #thanks #try linkedin! #vtuber #indie vtuber