Darkangel💖💖

You’re welcome for the food :)

It’s been 24 hours since I watched the finale.

I cried so much. I haven’t cried like this since Snape died.

I cried because the circle finally closed. The book is over, and it left a demon-and-angel-shaped hole in my heart.

A hole I’ll fill with the incredible fanfictions and fanart created by unbelievably talented people who keep making me emotional over and over again.

Good Omens brought me nothing but joy through all these years. Endless, pure, simple joy.

Even when those two stubborn idiots weren’t talking to each other.

And the ending is… right. Bittersweet, but right.

I’ve seen people complaining because there wasn’t an “I love you,” but the entire film is one long “I love you.”

Crowley says “I love you” when he admits he kept the bookshop untouched because he couldn’t bear to lose it. Crowley says “I love you” when he gives up his beloved Bentley to protect the bookshop. Crowley says “I love you” every single time he calls him “Angel.”

Aziraphale says “I love you” when he rushes back to Earth the moment Muriel says Crowley isn’t well. Aziraphale says “I love you” in the Chinese restaurant. And in the bookshop… with God and Satan there… oh, that entire scene is one endless love confession to Crowley.

They don’t need to say “I love you.” They know. And we know.

That’s enough.

A kiss? Yes, I would have loved to see a kiss. But what they shared instead — so chaste, so simple — was probably the most intimate and romantic gesture of their impossibly long lives.

They chose humanity, even at the cost of themselves. And honestly, that is one of the most canon things I have ever seen.

And the ending… the ending. That human life. That house. That garden…

Asa and Anthony showed us that it doesn’t matter if it’s another universe. It doesn’t matter if they are no longer an angel and a demon.

In every universe, they will always find each other. And they will always love each other.

With nightingales singing in the background.

Ignoring the complexities and well-established enmeshment of fascism in Western culture for the sake of simpler stories to inspire rising to this moment in history only builds fair-weather fighters ill-prepared for the rigors of revolutionary action. It also widens the rift between those newly awakened to the struggle and their neighbors that have lived it for generations (and have built and maintained systems of community support and resistance that have protected them for just as long).

I'll take you to a hotel and make sure that we're on the 3rd or 4th floor, far enough that no one will randomly notice but near enough so you would need to be a good girl and be quiet. I would strip you and tie your hands behind your back and take you out on the balcony at sunset. It's not rush hour but the streets still have plenty of people walking by. I would secure vibration rings to your nipples and clit that have tiny little feathers on the insides constantly tickling you. Make sure you don't make a sound or we'll have some new friends 😘

GMGMGMGMGMGMGGM!!!!

Nooooo that's not high up enough!!! People can still seeeeeeee!!!

Gmgmggm and being constantly tickled in THOSE spots!!! That's so cruel!! How could I NOT make a sound?? 😳

Ohhhhhh that's torture!!! I'd be squirming and wriggling like mad!!

I'll take you to a hotel and make sure that we're on the 3rd or 4th floor, far enough that no one will randomly notice but near enough so you would need to be a good girl and be quiet. I would strip you and tie your hands behind your back and take you out on the balcony at sunset. It's not rush hour but the streets still have plenty of people walking by. I would secure vibration rings to your nipples and clit that have tiny little feathers on the insides constantly tickling you. Make sure you don't make a sound or we'll have some new friends 😘

GMGMGMGMGMGMGGM!!!!

Nooooo that's not high up enough!!! People can still seeeeeeee!!!

Gmgmggm and being constantly tickled in THOSE spots!!! That's so cruel!! How could I NOT make a sound?? 😳

Ohhhhhh that's torture!!! I'd be squirming and wriggling like mad!!

the path of wisdom is sometimes to hire a plumber.

The owner of this particular plantation had it built by slaves for 3 years. Every brick was handmade. Over 120,000 bricks on 2,000+ acres of land (this place was huge.) The clay used for the bricks came from the Mississippi River. The majority of the slaves are buried under the Levees and water. Some are buried with their Masters. Not allowed to live with them but could be dead with them.

Before you enter the house, there’s a list of slaves who lived here including their age and how much they were purchased for. 124 total. Some slaves were worth as little as $25. As young as 5 years old.

On this particular plantation, the owner was big on punishment…he used noise making neck restraints. Imagine three 4lb balls around your neck with bells inside. Children were restrained by ankle locks that connected between their ankles.

This was a sugar cane plantation, one the worst practices to involve slaves because of its danger. A lot of slaves were decapitated, amputees and killed from the fields and machinery. A lot of kids lost their lives creating sugar. Speaking of children, a child stood in the living room and operated the fan with a string while guests ate dinner. As young as 3 years old.

Here’s what shook me even further: Before the Civil War, a lot of slave owners were going in debt and could not afford their properties and were not producing enough cotton and sugar to maintain their lifestyles. Slaves were used as HUMAN CREDIT CARDS. Slaves were a guaranteed line of credit. You could get HALF of your property’s value depending on how many healthy and able slaves you owned.

My people were human credit cards and lines of credit to BANKS. We were property. We were labeled as equipment and nothing more.

There is no such thing as a good slave owner. They owned my PEOPLE and used them as checks and balances. This cycle continues with prison and brutality. I do not want to hear shit about “Why can only Black people say this or that?” I don’t want to hear shit about “we’re all human.”

SOME of the enslaved names, ages, race and purchase price.

The living room.

Interior.

The dining room. That piece hanging above the table is ORIGINAL to the house. That’s the fan that a slave as young as 3 years old had to operate manually with a string.

The view from the balcony in the main hallway. This is how they looked over the slaves while they worked in the yard.

*sigh* Names of the enslaved that occupied the shacks. Children included. Their names are written inside one of the shacks. I’m not sure if there are other names inside other shacks because I could only handle 2. After I saw the punishment equipment, I left.

Slave Shacks. These are NOT the original shacks. These were built to imitate them.

Slaves for Sale Ads.

The landscape of Slavery throughout the United States in 1860. JUST 1860. Let that sink in.

Note: The last time the home was OWNED by a Louisiana citizen was 1972. This is her original bedroom, her lipstick is STILL on the dresser. This is why the house has been updated since slavery times because it was occupied up until 1972. Regardless, this used to be where house slaves slept.

“What’s in it for me? I don’t work for free. You want help? Well, you know the fee!”

“I will not reward a snake like you!”

“You’ll watch them die unless you do!”

“Liar! You wouldn’t dare!”

“Quid Pro Quo, it’s only fair.”

“You really are a demon, pet.”

The whole scene, she was incredibly reluctant to give Alastor what he wanted in return for his assistance. Which is why I think she was acting on the assumption he was using HER idea of a fee.

He needed her help to raise the ranks of Hell, and he paid the highest price possible for it. And now she needs his help for whatever secret reason that may be. So it stands to reason the same would be required of her now the agreement was flipped on its head.

But then—

“You knew my game the day we met.”

JUST LIKE THAT, with a show of his broken cane and a reference to their old song, Rosie’s smiling. And not even reluctantly. She’s hook, line, and sinker.

He isn’t asking for her soul, he just wants his powers without the added strings of indentured servitude. In fact, he’s implicitly offering to keep doing the exact same thing as before, albeit with less leverage on her side.

Whatever her master plan is, he’s all in. The cards may be out her hands, but he doesn’t mind letter her peak at his.

Not 1 major American news outlet broadcasted the South Africa case hearing on Thursday, but they broadcasted Israel's case hearing, today, Friday 12/1/2024.

Yemen has repeatedly said that the Red Sea blockage is because it's following its duty to upload "Article 1 on the Convention on the Prevention and Punishment of the crime of Genocide" and IS NOT to "endanger the freedom of navigation in one of the world's most vital waterways" like Biden put it, in his statement.

25% of the people have a 4th cone and see colors as they are

Given the sudden interest for the color of dresses and vision, here some of the fascinating findings we did recently.

The color nuances we see depend on the number and distribution of cones (=color receptors) in our eye. You can check this rainbow: how many color nuances do you count?

You see less than 20 color nuances: you are a dichromats, like dogs, which means you have 2 types of cones only. You are likely to wear black, beige, and blue. 25% of the population is dichromat.

You see between 20 and 32 color nuances: you are a trichromat, you have 3 types of cones (in the purple/blue, green and red area). You enjoy different colors as you can appreciate them. 50% of the population is trichromat.

You see between 33 and 39 colors: you are a tetrachromat, like bees, and have 4 types of cones (in the purple/blue, green, red plus yellow area). You are irritated by yellow, so this color will be nowhere to be found in your wardrobe. 25% of the population is tetrachromat.

You see more than 39 color nuances: come on, you are making up things! there are only 39 different colors in the test and probably only 35 are properly translated by your computer screen anyway :)

It is highly probable that people who have an additional 4th cone do not get tricked by blue/black or white/gold dresses, no matter the background light ;)

Crowley: We need to make this the tiniest, most insubstantial, fractional half a miracle we have ever performed. No traces of anything miraculous left behind. No alarm bells ringing in Heaven.

Aziraphale: Right. Count of three.

Crowley: One, two, three, now.

*Crowley jumps on the chair and checks an orangey-flowy-something with a tip of his finger*

Crowley: I think it took. That was a class-A surreptitious half a miracle. No one will have noticed a thing.

*happy Aziraphale*