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taksez · 1 hour
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Neil,
Not that you would want to, but I was just curious. When the GO series is complete, would you be allowed to engage with fancontent without fear of legal recourse or reprisal?
I guess. But that would also mean I could never again go back to Good Omens. So although things like Coraline are complete, I still don't read the fan fiction.
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Hi Neil,
I write to you because I find myself without answers, and who better to turn to than you, the person who has arguably raised the most questions in my life due to your lovely stories.
I currently live with my dad and step mother, his two sons (my brothers) and her two children. There are a lot of us in one space right now and it’s safe to say we don’t get along very well.
Getting to the point, I want to live on my own. I have the means to do so (hypothetically). I have a job and a car and savings put back, but up until recently it hadn’t occurred to me that leaving was an option. I always thought it wasn’t allowed for some reason. That there would be consequences for revoking my presence from them like I’m their favorite toy instead of a person.
The fear, I suppose, is that they won’t forgive me for leaving. That I’ll leave and fail somehow. That I won’t be able to come back from the hubris that is thinking I could do things on my own. Truly though, the real danger is that I’ll never be in a place where I can be myself without some all consuming guilt gnawing at my stomach.
The question is whether or not to deal with the current circumstances or risk losing everything for the chance at success.
Can you get the things you want and keep the things you have?
Sincerely, a huge fan wishing they had a beloved Bentley to live in and offering condolences for the rant.
As a parent, you are doing your job when your children leave the nest and become independent. It means you did something right.
As a child, it's always scary to leave. But it's necessary. You aren't punishing the people you are leaving. You are beginning your journey to independence.
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What’s your favourite line from good omens?
The invisible and unbreakable one that joins Crowley and Aziraphale.
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My sister is running for a seat on her local (Texas) school board. It's a 3-way contest. I commented that one candidate's advertising looked like contractor signs because they're beige and olive green. Apparently that color combo is code that he's a member of the hard military right. I'm not sure if this is unique to Texas, but it's probably known nation-wide.
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taksez · 9 hours
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Imagine showing up to work one day and people are like "jesus fucking christ there's a corpse in here", herd you to the back room and everyone who sees you also agrees that there is now a dead body where you are sitting, with the appropriate amount of shock and disgust about it. You figure it's some kind of a prank that they're pulling, but also the people that you know aren't into pranks, or aren't very good actors, are treating you like a corpse. They go weirdly back and forth between talking about you as if you're not there, and politely asking you to stay still while they figure out who you're supposed to call in case of a dead body randomly appearing.
Paramedics show up, study you thoroughly and agree that while they can't see any apparent sign of death, you are, indeed, dead, and ask you to climb aboard the ambulance. You're taken to the temporary corpse storage that hospitals have.
On the way there you ask them whether this kind of shit happens often, and while they won't look at you, the paramedics agree that they've never had a talking corpse before, though they won't question the fact that you're moving on your own.
You're eventually led to a morgue, where you're shown a slab to lay on, and at this point you don't really even question it, you just climb onto the Corpse Shelf and lay down, maybe have a little nap, with no idea what's going to happen next.
Then you wake up to someone walking into the morgue, who has the shit scared out of them when you move, and they're like "dude what the fuck, you're not supposed to be here, this place is for storing dead bodies" and when you're like "aw man sorry I thought I was a dead body" they have no idea whether you're joking and they don't care, you're just chased out of there.
And you just kinda go home and take a shower, show up to work normally the next day and nobody questions it.
And basically that's probably how those ants feel when scientists spray them with the Pheromone That Dead Ants Smell Like, and just hang out at the dead-ant-pile until the smell wears off.
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My boyfriend is trying to explain cricket to me again. “He’s only got two balls to make 48 runs”, he says. The camera focuses on a man. Underneath him it says LEFT ARM FAST MEDIUM. A ball flies into the stands and presumably fractures someone’s skull. “There’s a free six”, my boyfriend says. 348 SIXES says the screen. A child in the audience waves a sign referencing Weet-Bix
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Latest finish. All free motion quilted. One yard of gorgeous fabric by Moda in their Gradients Auras line. Satin backing. Four or five colors of thread.
I’m thinking this one would be amazing stretched on a canvas hanging on the wall and can’t decide if I’m going to keep it or sell it.
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‘Ernest Was Ready For His Walk,’ by Alison Friend
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Drawing Animals. Written and illustrated by Maurice Wilson. Published in 1964.
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What species of frog do you think serves the most cunt?
Gotta be Pelobatrachus nasutus.
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So here’s how laws work in the US. The federal government can’t tell the states what to make their drinking age but they can tell the states that if they don’t make the drinking age 21 then they’ll take away all of their money for highways. So the federal drinking age is not 21 but the drinking age is 21 in all 50 states. But not the territories. Because they follow different rules.
The federal government can tell the states to make marijuana illegal however but the states in return can say “lol no” and for the most part the federal government just can’t be assed to enforce this so a bunch of states have made recreational marijuana legal in varying capacities. But the businesses that sell weed can’t use federally backed banks because what they’re doing is still illegal even though it’s legal and that’s why the IRS has regulations for taxing illegal businesses.
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everything i learn about tswift is against my will
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