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giantmushyfriend · 5 months

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Welcome back to the Ineffable lyric discussion (can I hear a wahoo)

In honor of the announcement of season 3 of our beloved Good Omens, I find it completely necessary for us to discuss one of the many songs on Aziraphale and Crowley's angelic playlist that made me scream my bloody head off. One of those songs is the one and only The Book of Love by Peter Gabriel. While I UNDERSTAND this song may have just been chosen to spell out SEASON THREE, I think it goes much deeper than that because of all of the parallels it draws to Aziraphale and Crowley. And ultimately, what I think is going to happen in terms of their relationship when they finally sort their shit out. So beware if you haven't watched season 2 of Good Omens because we're about to do a fucking DEEP DIVE into this.

First, the title of the Book of Love feels almost like a call to this looming threat to the Book of Life that was consistently used in series 2. The entire season, Crowley and Aziraphale have to work oh so carefully because with the Book of Life being confirmed, they know that either of them could get the other erased, and whether they want to admit it or not, losing the other is their biggest fear. We've seen this when Crowley believed Aziraphale to be dead in Series 1 when he couldn't feel Aziraphale's presence anymore since he got incorporated. When Aziraphale isn't there, Crowley is a mess. Likewise, we saw how both reacted during the ineffable divorce scene in series 2. Crowley is full-on begging Aziraphale to stay, and Aziraphale has finally admitted that he needs Crowley and full-on mouths for Crowley not to leave him. The Book of Life inherently, from how Neil set it up, feels threatening. The Book of Love, on the other hand, raises an entirely other reaction. Throughout the series, as corny as it sounds, love has been what grounds our protagonists. It is the love of Tadfeild and his friends that keeps Adam from kickstarting the end of the world; it's what keeps him from rejecting his father, the literal devil. It is the love of the earth, of humanity and all its strange creations, and for each other that keeps Aziraphale and Crowley attempting to prevent the end of the world when it could be so much easier to just accept the fate of it all. Love is the key theme that grounds our protagonists, that makes them tick. Love is safe; love is, at times, painful but overall kind. So when we see this title on their playlist, listed amongst heartwrenching tales of grieving a relationship, you could have had, and of loss, it brings a sense of salvation and safety. The Book of Love, unlike the Book of Life, is not a threat- it's a sanctuary for Aziraphale and Crowley.

Now, diving into the lyrics.

"The book of love is long and boring

No one can lift the damn thing

It's full of charts and facts, and figures, and instructions for dancing

But I

I love it when you read to me.

And you

You can read me anything"

The first couple of verses inherently feel like Aziraphale and Crowley's original view on this notion of love. As two supernatural entities who aren't bound by human emotion or logic, love may seem superficial and downright silly at times. The courting procedures that different societies have taken on throughout the centuries and the songs and dances that come along with it may all seem like a big waste. The book of love is a manifestation of love itself, and originally, it seems unappetizing to our protagonists. That is until they refind each other, and love goes from this thing that humans feel and jump through hoops for to this tidal wave of emotions. Love felt silly and unrealistic before, but with each other, they are willing and excited to explore it, even if it comes with things that feel inherently silly.

Also, these verses draw some cute parallels to headcanons and features of cannons. If you've been involved in the Good Omens fandom long enough, you've probably stumbled across the idea that Crowley asks Aziraphale to read to him for a multitude of different reasons. Some people say it's because his eyes aren't meant to read, one of the many punishments that came with him being cast down from grace, or maybe it's just because he finds Aziraphale's voice comforting. Additionally, the line about instructions for dancing is just so heartwarming when we look at the ball scene from this past season and Aziraphale's daydreams of a romance worthy of a Jane Austin novel.

"The book of love is long and boring

And written very long ago

It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes

Adn things we're all too young to know

but I

I love it when you give me things

and you

You ought to give me wedding rings"

I'm sure we've all heard this idea that you'll understand love when you get older, but even when you get older, it never seems to make sense. This idea that love is too old for any of us to truly understand, and that humbles us but in the best way possible. There is no point in trying to figure out what exactly love is because you could spend thousands of years feeling it and watching it happen all around you and still not know exactly what it is besides this all-encompassing feeling. And that is exactly the perspective of Aziraphale and Crowley. They have seen countless examples of love, true, unwavering love, and they have felt it for each other. And yet they themselves cannot begin to fathom what love, true unconditional love, is exactly. These two supernatural, ethereal/occult beings are humbled by the very concept of love like humans are- and that love is drawn from each other.

And then there is this notion of giving, which pairs so well with Crowley's primary love language, acts of service and gift giving. If the first chorus was Crowley talking about how he loves it when Aziraphale reads to him and takes care of him, then this is Aziraphale talking about how Crowley displays his love. And this final notion of asking for that final commitment, one of the key ways humans express their love for each other, is just amazing. Because in a way, Aziraphale moving to make this commitment, to fully be on their side in this way, is the resolution we have been wanting since the beginning. For Aziraphale to finally feel safe enough to let go and finally let himself settle to where he finally belongs, on his side with Crowley.

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50cal-fullauto-astarion · 5 months

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that art is beautiful, i'm also just obsessed with how you write könig. the nervous energy needing to be burned, the hyena-like laugh, the way he curls into himself when he's ashamed UGH it's so good and fucked up and human i love it!!!!!!!!!! i look forward to anything you write for him in the future (also i think you're gonna drag me into the bg3 fandom, i have no idea what's goin on there but damn if you do not reblog the most interesting shit about those characters!)

ISN’T IT JUST 😭😭❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 I got so blessed with @utttoka ‘s talent and loveliness in wanting to share their vision of my take of him, I just jump up and down when I go back and look at it dghj 🥹🥹

And THANK YOU 💖💖 like logically he’s such a minor character in a campaign with much more fleshed out and interesting characters played by amazing actors, but I really just went full crab with knife and just picked him up and ran LMAO. I put a lot of thought and attention into my portrayal of him (and at this point he’s basically just an OC), and I still do, and he’s ended up being very special to me. Not to get too corny about it, but I’ve put enough of myself into my rendition of him that he’s become a significant comfort character, and I’m so glad that ppl respond to how I write him and relate to him and find him believable and engaging fghgd.

I AM gonna take a min here and get faintly cornball about it, but I’ve been - hi this is after-work rags and i'm here to finish up my thoughts on this topic now that i'm home and looking up lockets to put video game character pictures in. life's a fuckin joke and i'm going to laugh the hardest. ANYWAY.

i've been spending a lot of time considering my place in the CoD fandom through a myriad of lenses (some far FAR weightier than others, but with thoughts that ppl far more intelligent and articulate than me have already put to words), but it basically has boiled down to the condensed soup of "is this making me happy, is this giving me an outlet, is it time for me to shift my focus and step away, or should i change my approach to the things i'm creating?"

sorry for turning your sweet and kind ask into a like sljlskjd semi-existential crisis sweetie. i'll cut it short and basically sum up with: i still love these characters even if i'm neck deep in bg3, i still want to tell my stories with my versions of them, and i'm pretty sure i'm gonna just switch to solely "oc x" content after finishing up the last reader-based projects i have going, so at the least i'm having fun. christ, off the soap box now, sorry again dldjs.

BUT AGAIN, THANK YOU FOR ENJOYING MY PORTRAYAL OF THE BIG AUSTRIAN ASSHOLE, I HOPE YOU ENJOY THE STUFF I DO WITH HIM IN THE FUTURE <3 <3

(ALSO PLEASE GET DRAGGED IN BG3, THE COMPANIONS ARE A FUCKIN MESS, THE GAME IS SO FUN AND HEARTWRENCHING AND KICKS SO MUCH ASS. I WOULD TO HEAR ANY SCREAMING ABOUT IT FROM YOU THAT YOU MIGHT WANNA DO IF YOU JUMP IN THE HELL HOLE WITH ME SLKJSD)

#holler holler get $#this is so fucking long and obnoxious kljlfd #but i am HOWLING at how sweet you are nonnie ;;;+++++;;; I HOPE YOU GET SURPRISED WITH A SHITLOAD OF MONEY <3

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lilyinlosangeles · 3 months

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On December 14th, 2023, the New Beverly Cinema in Los Ángeles, California released its calendar for January 2024. The slate included many classics such as Funny Girl, Trainspotting, and In the Mood for Love. However, one show stood out; a five-movie marathon of The Twilight Saga on 35mm. I saw this and immediately fell to my knees. My mind was racing, thinking about not only what would happen if I went -- but also the dangerous corollary that would occur if I didn't. So naturally I forced my dad to take out his wallet and phone in the middle of dinner and dropped $72 on [two] tickets for this event.

One might ask: why would you go to this with your dad? And to that I answer -- I just didn't want to pay for my own ticket. Originally, he agreed to go to the first couple of movies then leave to eat then come back to see the last film. This did not happen. By the end of New Moon, my father -- 42, a film school graduate, and a hater of most female-centered media -- was so absorbed by the remarkable world of Forks that not only did he stay the entire time but hung around after to discuss with our fellow Twi-Hards.

The actual experience of the show was like none other. For context, I have seen Twilight (2008) in show at the New Bev twice before and have watched the Saga back to back at home many times. So although I'm VERY familiar with the films, this would be a feat like no other. Watching 720 minutes of this beautiful/terrible/heartwrenching/tragic/corny love story with a sold-out audience reminded me of why I love Twilight so much.

The collective awws, oohs, yays, and boos transpired cemented my belief in why this movie is so culturally cardinal. This is cinema. Regardless of the actual quality of the picture, Twilight has formed such a nexus with so many people that almost 20 years later they would sit in uncomfortable polyethylene chairs and watch all 5 films back to back. The purpose of cinema isn't to win the most Oscars or to make the most money at the box office -- it is to grasp the opportunity to bridge humanity on film.

I realize this reads more like a diary entry than a film review, but I find it important to discuss other aspects of film than just the quality on this app. So thank you Summit, thank you RPattz and KStew, thank you Catherine Hardwicke, and a begrudging thank you to Stephanie Myers. Because without Twilight, I would not be the daughter, artist, friend, person, or consumer...I am today.

#cinema #film #twilight #twilight renaissance #robert pattinson #edward cullen #messy personal essay that I adapted from my letterboxd review lol #catherine hardwicke #kristen stewart #letterboxd #essay writing #personal essay #essay

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thyandrawrites · 5 years

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Do you have any dabihawks fic recommendations?

Mh, I already made a fic recs post a while ago. You can find it here. Though I do have a few more suggestions:

The lies we tell ourselves by Desbelleschoses

I’m pretty sure a lot of people already know this one, as it has been updating regularly for a while now. But essentially, little by little during his double agent gig, Hawks finds out that Dabi is Todoroki Touya.

Metal Chick by glitteringeva

Hawk’s career as a musician is undergoing a bit of a rocky situation in the aftermath of some incident involving Enji. Enter Dabi, the singer of a metal band that has taken an interest in him, and Miruko, determined to make the two of them work together. Not going to lie, I’m on this boat equally for the dabihawks endgame and for the todofamily feels.

Dragon head, snake tail by Lycaonpictus77

THIS FIC IS EVERYTHING. Lol, okay, it had me stupidly hooked since chapter 1. Essentially, bodyswap AU in which Dabi gets thrown in a world where Shinogu Touya is a hero, while Touya wakes up in a world where not only is he a villain, but also somehow estranged from his family. LISTEN I HAVE A MAJOR WEAKNESS FOR BODYSWAPS AUS and this one checks all my boxes. Please read it, you won’t regret it

Canary in a coal mine by marreena

can you believe that this is the only fic I was able to find in which Dabi is portrayed as the right amount of soft and touch-starved? Gosh, it’s a godsent amongst all the dub-cons out there and I’ll forever cherish it

Fever dream, by sushibomb

Hawks takes care of a very sick, very bratty Dabi. Who doesn’t need to have the mental picture of Dabi in a blanket cocoon with only his eyes poking out?

the phoenix, by domestichobgoblin

this one is shigadabihawks, but please consider reading it even if the pairing is not your cup of tea. This fic has the best Hawks’ characterisation I’ve ever had the pleasure of reading, and it’s the most believable take I saw so far of Hawks’ “fallen angel” theory

to nurture a phoenix, by seiyuna

crack treated seriously but boy, you’re missing out if you haven’t read this little gem. Basically, Hawks brings home an egg and tells Dabi that it’s their child. Dabi takes his sudden fatherhood very seriously

Asterism, by Bacchant

a collection of dabihawks drabbles featuring various prompts. It goes from corny to heartwrenching with such ease it’ll probs give you whiplash, but the author has a great grasp of Hawks and Dabi’s respective personalities as well as their dynamic. 10/10 would recommend

give me more than the things i’ve lived for, by eliestarr

In which Dabi finds a healthier way to channel his revenge towards his dad, Hawks wants desperately to save him, and the todofamily gets to have the heartwarming reunion that it deserves. Kudos to this fic for making me incredibly soft. I love the way Hawks’ and Dabi’s mutual support system is shown. All the soft scenes of comfort were what truly made this read so worth it (also, this fic has a good take on how the aftermath of Endvore’s fall from grace would affect the ranking system, which is another great plus imho)

#dabihawks #hot wings #bnha hotwings #dabi #hawks #bnha #fic recommendations #fic recs #thyandra's fic recs #I can't even recall what the tag even was #I don't do recs nearly as often as I want to #thistoothpasteisspicy

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baldbae-tele · 4 years

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Father Figures

I didn't grow up with my dad. My mom used to tell me stories about how he took me for walks as a baby and was a doting father when I was much younger. However, I never saw these stories as having much benefit to me because I don't remember this man.

The man my biological dad is today doesn't match the stories I have been told. My biological father is a man with whom I have limited interactions, who disappeared for three years of my University life. (Maybe to avoid the burden of financially supporting me) My biological dad is a man who has decided to take our limited interactions as opportunities to blame my mother for why he never stepped up. I remember hating him. I remembering wondering why I wasn't good enough for his support and admiration. I realized that this had nothing to do with me and everything to do with him and now I don't feel that hatred anymore.

Despite his absence, I have always had men who stepped up to the plate. My mother's brother Uncle Ray who I affectionately refer to as Daddy Uncle Ray and who affectionately calls me super Shants. Uncle Ray continues to be an example of what I believe a man is supposed to be.

Despite his living in Connecticut and my living in Trinidad, he ensured that no opportunity was withheld from me. Whether it meant, exposing me to the arts by taking me to Broadway musicals every year I visited or providing every gift on my wishlist to Santa and that list was long. He was never ashamed to head into the store and walk out with huge boxes of fully furnished Barbie dream houses tucked inside.

He never wanted me to feel like I was incapable of anything. I remember him creating a CD and portfolio for me when I was about 12 or 13. The song on the CD blared "I am, I am superman. I can do anything!" I thought it was corny obviously but he wanted me to replace the name Superman with Super Shants and make this message my mantra, so that I would never give up on myself.

As a result of his belief in my capabilities when the time for me to head to University rolled around, He carefully planned tours of as many Ivy League Universities as possible. NYU and Columbia were at the top of the list. I immediately fell in love with NYU but God had a different plan for me and it wasn't in New York City.

Of course I broke his heart with my decision to attend none of these and head to Canada instead. A decision I never regretted but he continues to tell me that it hurt him dearly. Nevertheless, he attended my graduation and was at the forefront of everything, beaming with pride.

Uncle Ray and his wife Kathleen are now expecting their own bundle of joy, a baby boy. I have no doubt that he will be an amazing father to his son because of the father he has been to me, I have no doubt that he will raise that child to be a man of virtue. I wish him all the best on his journey of fatherhood.

Uncle Hal Greaves (the late), there is so much I can say about the impact of this man on my life. However, what I remember most was his passion for youth and for persons in marginalized communities. Uncle Hal set an example of love for me that I will never forget. He was never afraid to go out into the communities where no one else would go.

He was a bold man. He reached out to gang leaders and intervened in situations that most people would be afraid to get involved in. He was brave, never judged and carried his message of love and Christ and reminded hurt people that they were people, despite the fact that many viewed them as animals. He took them in as his sons and daughters and changed many lives by doing this.

I had the privilege of sitting at his feet and learning from him. He was my drama coach and helped me to mould my poetry. He also helped me to redefine some of my perspectives. Uncle Hal planted a seed in my life. The seed was a passion for becoming a helper. I wouldn't realize this until I started working in a helping capacity at my University.

Finally, Pastor David Jeremiah Wilson, who I affectionately referred to as Daddy. I remember when I first came in contact with this man I was afraid of him.

Daddy was a tall and big man with a powerful voice. I was having trouble walking and my mom took me to him for prayer. I walked up to him hesitantly and he grabbed my hands and started praying. I remember my hands getting lost in his big hands. He began praying and I continued being scared...but I do remember entering that church being held up by my mother and leaving the church walking on my own, with no support.

I left the church feeling reassured and refreshed. We would visit Daddy at home. I soon learned that this big, tall man whose hands swallowed mine was nothing but a gentle giant. He would smile so broadly at me every time my mom and I came by. He affectionately called me daughter and baby and I never left his home without a lecture. With his booming voice he would say "DON'T LET DEM BOYS FOOL UP YOUR HEAD!"

He preached and prayed with power and authority. He loved his God and was passionate about young people. He had no children of his own but was a father to many.

He prayed for me throughout my time in Canada and called to do his check ins. Before he hung up, he would say to me..."I am your daddy, if you need anything, call me."

Needless to say when I found out he had a stroke and clots in his brain my heart was broken. Standing at his bedside in that hospital and seeing the big, tall powerful man restrained and incoherent proved to be one of the most heartwrenching things I've experienced. (And there have been a lot).

But something touched my heart before I left, Daddy pointed at me and motioned me over. He hadn't been recognizing people and I didn't understand what he was saying so when I walked over, I was startled that he grabbed he started motioning towards my hand and lifted it up to his lips and kissed it.

I called for updates and received good news that Daddy was doing well. He would be discharged, but instead he left us. I am grateful for his mentorship, his love, care and support. My heart continues to break knowing that we lay him to rest tomorrow, Monday 17th February 2020....but I know it is well and he will Rest in Peace.

I have been so blessed to have these Father figures enter my life and leave an impact.

#daddylove #daddysgirl #fatherfigures

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