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“Monochrome Across the Centuries: A Lookbook by Anthony Janthony Crowley”

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In 2009, the attorney general for the island state of Tasmania stated that Australian wallabies had been found creating crop circles in fields of opium poppies, which are grown legally for medicinal use, after consuming some of the opiate-laden poppies and running in circles

In case anyone is wondering, here is what said crop circles look like.

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Urmila was her parents’ only biological child, yet she never begrudged Sita the position of eldest daughter. She was overjoyed when she learned that her sister’s husband had a brother whom she could also marry so they could go to Ayodhya together. On what should have been her sister’s coronation day, her sister and her husband were both exiled to the forest. She was willing to accompany them as well and only stayed behind to take care of her parents-in-laws. She was the only child of Ayodhya present at Dasharath’s deathbed, since Bharat and Shatrughan were in Kekaya on state business. Urmila gave up 14 years of her life to sleep so that her husband might protect her sister and her husband. She finally woke up to see her sister return from exile, see her sister crowned, see her sister excited to welcome her first child... only to see her sent back into exile, never to return.

Aziraphale blinked rapidly. “One of…” he trailed off in realisation. “You—You made…? Before you…?”

The demon turned away. “Yup.” He popped the ‘p’ sound, shrugging. The light in his eyes shuttered a little, flickering behind something deep and aching. Aziraphale started to move his hand before he realised what he was doing, then pulled it back and let it fall into his lap.

“I could show you, if you like.” Crowley’s tone was flippant, but the tension in his posture was unmistakable.

“Show me…?” asked Aziraphale.

Crowley held up a hand, flexing his fingers in a jerky wave. “The nebula. If you wanted.”

Aziraphale’s eyes widened. “Oh. Oh.”

Crowley waited, hand help up in offer. Aziraphale’s heart hammered in his chest. He felt altogether too human, some unknown chasm gaping at his feet.

“…alright.”

- from ‘An Angel who did not so much Fall In Love as Settle Into It Gradually’ 7.5k words - on AO3 at works/19324027

I feel like you’ll appreciate this photo I took several years ago when I was in school of a raven getting spooked by something in the bushes

So answer is yes we do want an Indian Cinderella next

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‘am I really about to start watching this show solely because of repeated exposure to gifs of two lovestruck assholes looking at each other’ is the core drive of my fandom experience

a helpful tutorial

I was taking with my friend about good omens and we were wondering how the hell aziraphale-as-crowley managed to get into that bath without getting his socks wet and so I drew this ‘helpful’ guide.

I like to imagine that all the demons had to just awkwardly stand around watching him clamber around getting into this bathtub… @neil-gaiman can you confirm?