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I am never going to get over the things that tumblr suggests to me as "like NASA"
many of our ancestors worked so hard to be not farming and I deeply appreciate that
I love not farming
I respect the hell out of farmers and I'm glad that's someone's dream. because it's sure not mine
I would not be taken in by the tradwife influencer grift about milking a cow in a sundress. I have been around cows. my uncle was a dairy farmer. I love not milking a cow. I love getting milk from a store. I love getting vegetables and fruit and meat and bread from a store.
would I rather it be a local farm's store or a local bakery or butcher shop? yes! maybe when I make more money!
but oh. my god. I love not farming so much
Rocky: Grace say Hail Mary archives have all Human media yet Rocky still cannot find classic film Goncharov for movie night statment.
Grace: ....What?
Rocky: Grace not know own earth greatest mafia movie ever made question?
Grace: .......
Grace: What?
Writers have two modes and they are "i haven't written in three weeks and i am rotting from the inside and everything feels wrong and i don't know who i am anymore" and "i wrote for four hours straight and forgot to eat and it's dark outside and when did that happen and i feel like a god" and there is nothing in between. no chill. no medium setting. just famine or feast and a very confused nervous system.

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Yes, I know that algorithms are evil and tumblr sure is a website, but sometimes the serendipitous joy is real.
Like this morning it recommended "cooking with leftovers" as being like "NASA" and after a moment of startle I realized, "naaah, that's totally legit."
Hey shout out to every custodial/sanitation worker taking out and cleaning up literal hot garbage so that the rest of us can go about our summer days like it doesn’t exist
Glad to see this resonated with someone, respect custodial staff or die<3
in absolute tears about the pride module at my work
HOLY SHIT GUYS, I WAS INSPIRED BY THIS POST TO TRY MAKE THE SONG AND YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE THE SCREAM I SCRUMPT WHEN I DRAGGED THE TRAINING AUDIO OVER THE BACKING TRACK AND IT LINED UP PERFECTLY
Tempted to actually put this on spotify so I can secretly stream it at work...
Tagging @batshit-auspol because as an Australian you're the only big account I know who might share (sorry).
happy first day of pride everyone
It’s not right, yet. But it’s getting there.
Text of tweet under the cut because it is loooong.
But... Stochastic Parrots.
This is the paper. It's excellent, highly recommend reading it.
I remember reading about Gebru's firing but I had no idea this was the paper she was fired over.

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Midnight Pals: The Pope
Pope Leo: eyyy its me, da chicago pope William Peter Blatty: gasp! your holiness! Blatty: what an honor! i Blatty: i just Blatty: i just Blatty: wow! Blatty: [geneflecting wildly] just wow!
Blatty: c'mon everyone, show some respect! Blatty: it's the pope! Barker: cool, good for him Blatty: oh my god Blatty: he doesn't mean that, your holiness Pope Leo: eyyy its all good Blatty: [geneflecting intensifies] oh my god, he's got the patience of a saint!
Pope Leo: eyyy listen i got somethin' ta say Blatty: listen up people! the pope's got something to say! Poe: oh he's got an encyclical? Pope Leo: dat's right Pope Leo: yeah i got your encyclical right here!!
Pope Leo: ok listen up yous guys Pope Leo: da chicago pope is talkin' Pope Leo: first of all, be it known through alla da whole world of catholicism Pope Leo: dat the only way to eat a dog is wit' tomato wedges an pickled peppers Pope Leo: ketchup is heresy Blatty: very wise, very wise!
Pope Leo: now second of all Pope Leo: i gots some words about all this here AI Pope Leo: in fact it reminds me of a quote by da smartest guy i've ever known Blatty: ah yes yes Blatty: you speak of Jesus Christ of course Pope Leo: nope Pope Leo: i'm talkin' gandalf Blatty:
Blatty: what Pope Leo: dat's right Pope Leo: in da immortal word of gandalf da gray Pope Leo: "It is not our part to master all the tides of the world, but to do what is in us for the succour of those years wherein we are set" Pope Leo: think about it
GRR Martin: hey jirt did you hear JRR Tolkien: what? Martin: you got quoted by the pope Tolkien: i got quoted by the pope? Martin: yeah Tolkien: THE pope? Martin: yeah Tolkien: the pope in rome?? the holy pontiff??? god's ambassador on earth????? THAT pope??????? Martin: yeah
Tolkien: well well well Tolkien: now look who's laughing! Tolkien: hmm hey clive CS Lewis: what Tolkien: remind me, has the archbishop of whatever ever quoted aslan? Lewis: Tolkien: i'm sorry i can't hear you Tolkien: what was that again? Lewis: no Tolkien: ha ha that's what i thought!
Tolkien: oh it's no big deal Tolkien: just the top guy in catholicism talkin' about gandalf Tolkien: nope nope not a big deal at all Tolkien: sorry you can never experience that, clive CS Lewis: Tolkien: but that's what you get for picking anglicanism Tolkien: lmao loser ass religion
CS Lewis: hey! it's a perfectly valid faith! Tolkien: yeah whatever Tolkien: "anglicanism" Tolkien: lol you don't even know what you're getting
As a Midwesterner, an Anglican, and a fan of both Tolkien and Lewis, this is all 100% correct
"It doesn't have to be happy to be good"
How about "it doesn't have to be tragic to be good"
Or "it doesn't have to be bittersweet to be meaningful"
OR "It doesn't have to end on some vague idea of souls and reincarnation for the characters' love to be deep and valid"
"The trouble is that we have a bad habit, encouraged by pedants and sophisticates, of considering happiness as something rather stupid. Only pain is intellectual, only evil interesting. This is the treason of the artist: a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain. If you can’t lick ‘em, join ‘em. If it hurts, repeat it. But to praise despair is to condemn delight, to embrace violence is to lose hold of everything else. We have almost lost hold; we can no longer describe a happy man, nor make any celebration of joy."
Ursula K LeGuin (the queen of fiction)
they were just some guys. the whole point was that they were just some guys. they met in Eden. Aziraphale didn't like Crowley because he met him as an angel and saw the good in him. he met him as a demon on a random day that was the most important day in the beginning of the world because they both made it that way. they met and they quite simply hit it off. they kept meeting again and again because they sought each other out, not because some red string of fate twirled by god forced them together. two like-minded emissaries on earth. they liked each other from the start and neither felt bad about it at all. they both recognized that angels and demons were the same. they were equals. they challenged each other and grew together but also they were lazy bastards who didn't care about humans all that much. they cared about their earthly pleasures, like driving irresponsibly fast and hoarding treasures. they wanted to save the earth mostly for egoistical reasons, though humanity as a whole and as a concept had also grown dear to them. they were never more important than anyone else. they were not god's best or specialest little angels or grim-dark generals or leaders of armies or people called upon to make decisions on behalf of anyone. they weren't even good at what they were supposed to do, often consciously so. one was not better or smarter or more right than the other. they were some guys and they didn't give a fuck and they gave all the fucks and cared so much and they were truly, absolutely bastards worth knowing. their friendship and love story was so grand because it was not grand. they were supposed to be just some guys.
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The Shuttered Garden: How the Good Omens Finale Betrayed its Humanistic Roots
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The series finale of Good Omens dropped this Wednesday, leaving the fandom shaken and in absolute distress. The audience reaction was immediate, driving the Rotten Tomatoes score for Season 3 down to a disappointing 36%. The online debate grew so heated and overwhelmed with grief that numerous fan accounts faced 24-hour social media bans for their highly emotional confessions.
Viewers are highly divided. While a fraction accepts the heavy ending as a necessary evil, the overwhelming sentiment across platforms is utter bewilderment and heartbreak: "These characters do not feel like the ones we grew to love in previous seasons!"
This raises painful, critical questions: Is this sudden shift in characterization a narrative misstep? Is the tragic, suicidal ending a harsh subversion of the original book, which famously promised a comforting happily ever after?
To find the answer, one must look closely at who held the creative reins for the scripts of Seasons 2 and 3. By analyzing the writing credits, clear and undeniable patterns emerge, linking these distressing plot choices directly to Neil Gaiman’s broader, often dark and subversive, body of work.
The Solitary Vision and the Realigned Mold
While the first season captured the shared spirit of Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman’s 1990 novel, the subsequent seasons belong to Gaiman’s solitary vision. When viewed alongside his wider world of storytelling, such as The Sandman, American Gods, and Stardust, the tragic fractures in Aziraphale and Crowley’s bond lose their surprise. Gaiman’s worlds are populated by immortal beings who are deeply fractured at best and cruel at worst. In these narratives, it is almost a rule that celestial entities will take advantage of the hearts that love them, turning devotion into a tool before abandoning those souls to a devastating fate.
Crucially, Gaiman always veils this emotional cruelty behind high-minded dilemmas. The act of abandonment is never framed as simple coldness; instead, it is masked as a profound moral crisis ("We cannot be together because I am a god and you are human"), a sacrifice of monumental importance ("I must leave our future to save my kingdom"), or an unyielding divine necessity. Even when Gaiman’s romances lack outward malice, they are consistently denied peace. In Stardust, the mortal husband passes away, leaving his immortal, celestial wife to endure eternity in silent, isolated grief. By transforming Aziraphale into a colder, more emotionally distant figure who abruptly leaves Crowley for a heavenly promotion, Gaiman is merely reshaping Good Omens to fit his favorite creative blueprint.
Deeply Pessimistic Parallels
Ultimately, the ending of Good Omens Season 3 and the conclusion of The Sandman reveal deeply pessimistic parallels. The Sandman closes with its protagonist suffering the consequences of his own rigid nature, forced by higher powers into self-destruction so that his kingdom might survive. In the wake of this death, the universe offers a surrogate replacement - a new entity stripped of the original’s memories, whom the remaining characters are forced to accept despite their lingering grief.
Aziraphale’s sudden, illogical decision to leap at Heaven’s offer mirrors this exact brand of narrative cruelty. Neither Aziraphale nor Crowley deserved to have their hard-won autonomy stripped away for the sake of a grandiose self-sacrifice.
A Profound Departure from Terry Pratchett
This shift represents a profound departure from the late Terry Pratchett’s fundamental worldview. Pratchett harbored a deep-seated aversion to suicide tropes and grand, sacrificial violence in fiction. His works respected the dignity of both life and death. In his narrative, the Apocalypse is defeated not through self-sacrifice or bloodshed, but by the quiet resilience and stubborn pragmatism of ordinary people. The first season beautifully honored this philosophy, as the Antichrist and a group of children stopped the Apocalypse through sheer, down-to-earth humanity.
The subsequent seasons discard this logic entirely, altering the very cosmology of the universe. In Season 1, God was an infallible, detached observer whose ineffable plan quietly empowered the right people at the right moment to prevent ruin. By Season 3, God is reframed as a petulant, semi-malicious entity capable of erasing existence on a whim.
Furthermore, while Pratchett and Gaiman likely brainstormed the concepts of the South Downs cottage and the conflict between Heaven, Hell and Earth together, Pratchett would never have designed an intentionally suicidal and destructive endgame. In his philosophy, survival is achieved through an attachment to mundane, earthly joys. In the first season, Crowley is saved from hellfire by his love for his car and his human-like imagination, while Aziraphale survives because of his eccentric, earthly devotion to collecting rare books.
Conclusion: Fanfiction or Harsh Reality
A true thematic continuation of both authors' visions would look radically different. It would find Aziraphale and Crowley left alone in a quiet bookshop for eternity, weaving their magical memories and shared love for humanity together to rewrite every lost book back into a brand-new universe. If that choice ultimately stripped them of their divinity and left them mortal, it would be a logical, bittersweet happily-ever-after within the sanctuary of a beautiful, earthly garden.
Instead, Gaiman has opted for character regression and profound emotional devastation. To pretend that Aziraphale's betrayal of Crowley and their martyrdom makes narrative sense within the established logic of Season 1 is an exercise in denial. Audiences are left with a stark choice: either view everything past the first season as high-budget, angst-driven fanfiction, or accept a harsher reality. The original, humanistic spirit of Good Omens died with Terry Pratchett, leaving behind a cold universe engineered for heartbreak.