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Your moral ocd is lying to you and tumblr is lying to you. you do NOT have to reblog any post you dont want to and you dont need to justify it and youre not prejudiced against a certain marginalized group if you dont reblog an Upsetting Post about a Current Issue said group is facing

#!!!!! #this!!!!!! needed to be said!!!!!!!! #the sparrow reblogs #important

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tired of hearing about negative, ready for my holding hands singing Under Pressure by Queen ft. David Bowie with my friends and my lover era

#the sparrow squawks #anyways!

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I feel like a universal newsies-fan experience is trying to sing Watch What Happens or Santa Fe only to realize you can’t

#YES...SO FAR #I CAN SING THE FEMALE RANG OF SANTA FE #HOWEVER IM STILL LEARNIMG THE WORDS TO WATCH WHAT HAPPENS 💀💀💀 #the Sparrow reblogs #Newsies

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Dear Good Omens fandom friends,

can we please agree to keep our sand in our sandbox?

We have a great sandbox. It's big and full of people building castles and villages and roads and stuff. Some of that is big and complicated and detail-oriented, some of it is strange and weird and funny, some if it is off-the-rails in any and all senses of the word. All of it is lovely. Some of it tries to rebuild Neil Gaiman's sandcastle as faithful as possible, either to build onto it or to try and find out where the secret rooms might be hidden. Some of it looks a lot like his but has its own little turrets and courtyards and gardens added everywhere. Some of it looks completely different and doesn't try to hide it. Some of it isn't even meant to be taken seriously and just exists to make people laugh. But there is so much of it that everybody can find something for themselves; and if we don't we just find a free space and start shifting sand ourselves.

Neil Gaiman has his own sandbox. He has built something brilliant and beautiful in it, and he is currently busy building another storey onto it. He doesn't want anybody to see the new part before it is finished, and I know that sometimes the excitement of finally wanting to see it is hard to bear.

But that is why we have our sandbox. To make our own stuff until he reveals the rest of that sandcastle we all love so much. To pass the time, to have fun with it, to meet new people and find more brilliant little sandcastles. Never again will there be as much creativity, as much activity, as many people around in this sandbox than there is now, in the time before the last bit of his castle is revealed. I am sure most of us will be delighted and surprised at what he will have created. Some will be disappointed because they were expecting his sandcastle to look different, some will be disappointed because they saw a castle in our sandbox they liked much more, but most will be delighted because after all we came up with he will still have managed to surprise us.

Our sandbox. His sandbox.

The two are separated for a reason.

Because if you keep throwing sand into his box to get his attention, or keep trying to get a good look at what he is doing over there, or keep yelling at him to look over to ours and tell you which one looks like the one he is trying to make, or which one is the best, or how stupid one of the others looks (last one would also make you a dick), you are quite simply risking the new part of his sandcastle to collapse. Or for him to have to remake it in a way he didn't plan to, or simply dislikes, or that we will all dislike.

And just because he is glad we are enjoying ourselves and proud that his work inspired us to create all these things, doesn't mean he wants to see (all of) it. Some things he definitely wouldn't want to see; other things the creators definitely don't want him to see.

I'm proud of our sandbox. It's huge. It's brilliant. It's creative. It's collaborative. And it's ours.

Have fun in it. But keep it apart from his. Keep out of his. And keep him out of ours. Stop trying to drag him over. He has stuff to do. Important stuff. Stuff I, for one, am waiting very impatiently for.

And he will never show us the parts of the castle that aren't finished yet, no matter how often you ask. And just because he is making an effort to be funny about it doesn't mean we aren't annoying him when we keep asking.

#!!!!!! #important #good omens #neil gaiman #good omens fandom #good omens season 3 #gos3 #the Sparrow reblogs

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Assume you're not actively/consciously making a certain expression or hiding your emotions.

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We ask your questions so you don’t have to! Submit your questions to have them posted anonymously as polls.

#y e s - #(might be autistic) #the Sparrow reblogs #im terribly expressive #I be like Michael Sheen with all my microexpressions- #polls

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....11 😭

open tags!

How Many OCs Do You Have? Tag

Rules: Put down how many OCs you have. It can be one or two or three or more. Have fun.

Answer: 524 (and counting)

Tagging: @wingsy-keeper-of-songs @illiana-mystery @movieexpert1978 @talesofsorrowandofruin @kaiusvnoir @spuddlespud @jinxneedssleep @kouki-kaneko @axie-axolotl @elenalaianeva1567 @jassygay @thegloweringcastle @royal1asset-if @regalserpent @xxx-wrenfinch-xxx and anyone who wants to join :)

#I haven't made many how do you guys make so many original sillies 😭😭😭 #the sparrow reblogs #YIPPEE MOOTS #YIPPEE PAL #tag game

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anyone else know the Dining Car Food Fight Song from that one train show??

#I literally loved that show #I can't remember what it's called 😭 #the sparrow squawks

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...*sniffle*

“You never see unicorns anymore,” Crawly grumbles, watching another collection of dusty donkeys trudge into town.

“Well, obviously not,” Aziraphale replies, rolling his eyes.

Crawly directs a frown at him.

“Obviously?” he repeats, eyebrows raised in a question.

“You were there, Crawly, you know perfectly well why not.”

Crawly blinks, which doesn’t happen very often.

“You’ve lost me.”

“The Ark?” Aziraphale tries, hoping to jog Crawly’s memory. “You remember, one of Noah’s ran off, they didn’t have time to find another before the rain started…”

Crawly frowns.

“What does that have to do with anything?”

Aziraphale peers at his face, looking for the trick, the joke, the setup. All he sees is honest confusion. It’s his turn to blink.

“Crawly,” he says, somewhere between disbelief and a rather unangelic delight, “you do know why he had two of everything, don’t you?”

Crawly shifts defensively in his seat.

“Assumed it was one of those daft instructions sent down from on high, you know, one Ark, two of each animal, three of each kind of fruit, whatever—”

Aziraphale starts to laugh. He can’t help himself. Crawly scowls at him and hunches his shoulders.

“What? What’s so funny, angel?”

Angel. Crawly called him that in Eden, before Aziraphale thought to give him his name. He doesn’t know why he’s doing it now. Perhaps it’s supposed to be an insult. It doesn’t really have a lot of bite to it, if so.

“You’ve really never— all right, all right, don’t look so cross, I’ll tell you, I’m just— surprised, that’s all.” Aziraphale takes a sip of the fermented beverage the humans in this village have invented. It’s got potential, he thinks. “It takes two of them to breed, Crawly. Male and female.”

Crawly stares at him so blankly that Aziraphale has to bite his lip against more laughter.

“Please tell me you’ve at least noticed the physiological differences between the sexes—”

“Yes, yes, I know about that,” Crawly interrupts. “And what they get up to with those bits. You mean they’re not just for leisure activities?”

“No, they’re rather fundamental to the whole reproduction thing, in fact. The, ah, recreational applications are just a side-effect.”

“What, really?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“But humans are always—”

“Well, that’s why there’s so many of them these days.”

Crawly looks absolutely dumbfounded by this revelation, and more than a little outraged.

“What about birds?” he demands. “They just lay eggs whenever they want to, don’t they?”

“I believe mating is still required beforehand.”

“What about fish?”

“I’m fairly certain that the same rule applies.”

Crawly stares into his clay cup, lips moving slightly as he tries to come to terms with this whole concept. His expression tilts suddenly into something that unexpectedly yanks on Aziraphale’s heartstrings.

“Oh,” he says quietly. “So no more unicorns, then.”

“No,” Aziraphale replies, no longer laughing.

“I’d have got it back for them, if I’d known,” Crawly mumbles.

Yes, Aziraphale thinks, surprised by his own certainty, you would have, wouldn’t you?

#POOR CROWLEYYY 🥺 #good omens #ineffable husbands #the Sparrow reblogs art

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I AM NOT JOKING THIS IS THE BEST SITE EVER THIS SITE HAS EVERY SINGLE FRAME FROM EVERY EPISODE OF GOOD OMENS. EVERY FRAME. HERE

PERFECT FOR PHOTO EDITS, PFPS, REFERENCES AND COLLAGES. AHHHH

@greatsouthernpansy @tragic-cosmic-magic @daisy-has-too-many-wives @janeway-lover @sparrowsortadrawzzz @helphowdoiusethis

#art stuff #YIPPEE MOOTS #YIPPEE TWIN #THANK YOU SM BESTIE THIS IS AWESOME #the sparrow reblogs

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#....walking on grass..finding a village....building a dirt house 😭 #mi n e cra f t #the Sparrow reblogs #YIPPEE MOOTS #YIPPEE PAL

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WATCHING XMEN 97 (spoilers)

THEY KILLED BOTH MY BABYGIRLS AGHHH I JUST FELL IN LOVE WITH GAMBIT AND MAGNITO ONLY SUCKED A LIL BIT HES JUST A LITTLE SILLY AND NOW THEYRE BOTH DEADDDDD 😭😭😭😭😭

#the sparrow squawks #xmen 97 #xmen 97 spoilers

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guy who is covered in blood voice: i'm living a life of joy and whimsy!!!!

#relatable #the sparrow reblogs #YIPPEE MOOTS #YIPPEE HUNGRY

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ooh!! thank you for the tag! ^^

OOOOH THIS IS VERY ACCURATE-

@leoontheair @atthispointeverythingischaos @idkwhatthisisbutheresdcandstuff and anyone else who wants to, LOOKAT DIS

Would you like to find out what you would be the god of? Take my new uqiz to find out

#the sparrow reblogs #tag game #YIPPEE MOOTS #YIPPEE GRIFFIN

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SOBS THIS IS ACTUALLY SUCH A SWEET IDEA??? 😭💜

Angel's New Tattoos

-crowley @thedemon-crowley

-Gabriel @g00brielandbeez

Beez- @g00brielandbeez

@morningbloodystar next sibling tattoos are all on their back

@violet-yimlat- small violets

Uriel and Abby- A cat paw and a bunny paw (@janeway-lover @urielwiththegoodhair) @avis-morningstar A bunch or birds along theback of their neck @e-w-w-morningstar- A cowboy hat @hivemindofevilbats- Bees and Butterflies @ravenstag-et-dolce a bunch of constellations and stars And they also now have the morningstar crest on their leg

@sparrowsortadrawzzz- a sparrow surrounded by stars and infinity signs

@greatsouthernpansy

#angel morningstar #good omens rp #YIPPEE MOOTS #YIPPEE TWIN

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my gender is not irritable or resentful but it's mostly poetry

.....w o w z a- thats....damn (positive) 😭

thank you for the tag!! anyone who wants to can ^^<3

Type "my gender is" on your phone and let your phone finish the sentence, then tag your moots to keep the chain going, I'll go first.

My gender is a little bit more intense than I thought I could have done

@mirukosbitchywife @get-junpeid

#the Sparrow reblogs #YIPPEE MOOTS #YIPPEE LARRY #tag game

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Hello fellow Urinetown fans! (Is there a name for us? Piss People perhaps?) please respond to this post with your favorite headcanons for Urinetown (only if you’d like to ofc!) they don’t even have to be headcanons, they can literally just be your fave parts of the show, or your show. It’s spring break for me rn so we don’t have UT rehearsals , and I would love to hear y’all’s ideas and opinions!

#THERE IS NO URINETOWN #WE JUST KILL PEOPLE-!! .....oh.........*shakes head* no.... #PFFF- “piss people”- I raise you... ✨️“PEEPLE”✨️ #I feel like Cladwell gave Penny the job he did so that they could stay in contact in some way #and she wouldn't have to pay the fees he puts into action- #favorite part of our show we just did was either how our Lockstock delivered the spoiler line: #or Act 1 Finale! #urinetown #the Sparrow reblogs

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Yellow days

After four years, my therapist said, in her beautiful Serbian accent, "Congratulations, my dear. You've graduated therapy." As much as I love her and will miss her gentle wisdom, I feel proud to say she's done all she can for me.

In the beginning, she told me I would need to learn to allow my "negative" feelings to come in, to hold them, but then most importantly to let them go. It felt ridiculous, impossible, because at the time I was like a tar ball and all emotions stuck to me like dirt. I felt helpless to fight them. Anger, disgust, impatience, jealousy, fear would disrupt all my circuits and fester.

Now, I don't know whether because of my age or genuine maturity (about damn time) or the influence of my wisest loved ones, those "negative" feelings land briefly like butterflies and leave on a breeze. I don't remember making the change; it just happened.

She didn't consider my anger to be a failing or unjustified. My best friend said the same thing. Hearing that from the wisest people I know took the teeth out of the monster I thought I was.

I used to keep track of my moods in a little dot-grid journal. Blue for depressed days, aqua for anxious, red for angry. Green for normal, yellow for happy. For years, so few green days, almost no yellow.

I can't remember the last day I had that wasn't good. They're all yellow days.

#this makes me so happy to read ajfjsjf #I love this thank you for sharing ^^<33 #the sparrow reblogs #positivity