Louis Maurice Boutet de Monvel, Joan of Arc Series I-VI, 1906-1913, oil and gold leaf on canvas
Spectacular series at the National Gallery; quite large in person.
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@benjamental
Louis Maurice Boutet de Monvel, Joan of Arc Series I-VI, 1906-1913, oil and gold leaf on canvas
Spectacular series at the National Gallery; quite large in person.

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They make a black hole: a star made so heavy and so gloriously much, so much star, that it’s ready to collapse under its own weight. Crowley nods at them to do the honors. Beelzebub closes their eyes, and reaches out, gathering gasses and metals and weight and light and sound, and packs it all into the star, more, they think to it, more, more, more, you want more, and then the star wakes up, as it were, and realizes it’s hungry, and with a roar it takes a deep breath in and holds it. The universe begins to slip and tug into it, faster and faster, and Crowley barely yanks Beelzebub back in time, a hand fisted in the back of their robes.
“Thanks,” Beelzebub says.
“Don’t mention it,” Crowley says, and then he says, “Fuck, Beez, look at what we did.”
“Should we have, do you think?”
“Well, it’s too late now,” Crowley says.
Words: 10,190
Status: Complete
Rating: Teen And Up
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Art Credit: Untitled by Anish Kapoor
https://archiveofourown.org/works/59148472
Just saw this Ineffable Classics rec for a fantastic piece by my beloved and brilliant friend @may--hawk ! I’ve been obsessed with— and inspired by—this fic since first reading it. It’s quite singular in its approach to Beelzebub, and entirely convincing and compelling. It’s a poignant, unexpected, fascinating work of worldbuilding and character development that deserves *all* the accolades. I love it with my whole rotten heart and am thrilled to see it here.
One thing most people don't realize about Gazebos is how bloodthirsty they used to be until the 1930s or so. It used to be that in order to appease your average small town gazebo you had to feed it 4-5 marching bands a year, or roughly 2 dozen barbershop groups. Noawadays? Throw it a steely dan cover act every 6 months, maybe a bridal party every few years if you're actively trying to court its favor, and you're pretty much in the clear. And the crazy thing is nobody knows why they calmed down, or that their appetite for flesh won't return to its 19th century heights one day. It's actually an increasingly popular theory among modern Gazebo researchers that we're at the tail end of a period of dormancy and it's only a matter of time until they start howling for blood again. And if/when that does happen there's the question of whether our modern zeeb-keepers are really ready for the task of booking enough sacrificial acts to meet that increased demand. Guild policy has gotten lax in the century since the heyday of Dark Pavillionism and a lot of local keepers refuse to even look at newer research that threatens to upset their status quo. Kind of scary to think about
I’ve been unloading and ranting all of my feelings about GO3 to one of my friends for the past several days. Today she said, “I know you’ve been really upset about your show, so I got you this.” And then she handed me this fucking card.
@hillbilly---man, this was harsh. I also haven’t laughed so hard in a while.
This really deserves to be one of those million note posts

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Annie Besant and C. W. Leadbeater, Radiating Affection, from their book Thought-Forms, 1901
looks like he's about to release the worst boogie rock album ever
The Ineffable Society Philly meetup returns!
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it doesn't have to get done, it just has to be perfect
hey girl I picked you an information bouquet for your mind vase

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loved you, baby (way back when) - [Good Omens]
Summary:
The thing Aziraphale remembers most about Babylon is the singing. “Do you ever fly?” Crawley asked suddenly. “Oh, I haven’t flown since - the Ark.” A little laugh. That shuffle of feathers again. “You should. S’good for you.” “No thank you.” Aziraphale’s shoulders were nearly up around his ears. If Crawley squinted, he could just see his wings mantling out of the corner of his eyes. Or, what happened if, when the tower fell, Aziraphale and Crawley could not longer understand each other?
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: ~4,500
Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley
Read it on AO3.
For @benjamental!
And the number one halloween costume amongst the youth of today is, for a record breaking 63 years in a row, Scout’s ham costume from To Kill A Mockingbird
tag your gender crowley edition, let's go
Does it ever hit you out of nowhere that Crowley just casually rolled up with, "Every time we meet, you are as delightful and intriguing as the last; a constant source of surprise in an ever-expanding stretch of eternal existance."?
Asking for a friend.
Me. I'm the friend.

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St Bernard of Clairvaux is often depicted holding the Devil on a chain, symbolizing his ability to ignore temptation. In art, this results in images ranging from "reluctant walkies" and "demonic Muppet pal" to "awkward cosplay outing" and "just popping into church on the way to BDSM night".
I hope you like weird girl energy because that's all I got