Please?

Mr. Neil, I have a question for you regarding the third season of the series Good Omens, I have heard that supposedly the angel Aziraphale will be a villain in the series, is this true??? I have a lot of concern and fear as well, I hope for your prompt response to my question.

Everything you've heard about Season 3 of Good Omens is always true, because if there's one thing we love doing on Good Omens, it's telling everyone the plot years ahead of time.

Aziraphale will be a villain called The Snaffler, a costumed super-thief out to steal the famed Jet Jaguar diamond in order to power his world-destroying laser beam gun. Only his wife the lovely and hilarious Sadie, a bumbling Spanish Police Inspector with a moustache, and a man in a gorilla suit stand between him and his goal.

Same silly hand-wringing, different format. No wonder Neil is at home here on Tumblr

below is the letter received by Neil Gaiman from the “concerned mothers of america” in ‘92, and his response :)

he mentioned this letter in a recent interview with Pink News:

“I remember getting a very grumpy letter from the ‘Concerned Mothers of America’, informing us that due to the number of gay characters in Sandman they would be boycotting us and we had to repent,” he said.

“We never repented and the sales just went up, and up, and up. So I never really worried about their boycott.”

Patton seems to agree ^^

"The trannies should be able to piss in whatever toilet they want and change their bodies however they want. Why is it my business if some chick has a dick or a guy has a pie? I'm not a trannie or a fag so I don't care, just give 'em the medicine they need."

"This is an LGBT safe space. Of COURSE I fully support individuals who identify as transgender and their right to self-determination! I just think that transitioning is a very serious choice and should be heavily regulated. And there could be a lot of harm in exposing cis children to such topics, so we should be really careful about when it is appropriate to mention trans issues or have too much trans visibility."

One of the above statements is Problematic and the other is slightly annoying. If we disagree on which is which then working together for a better future is going to get really fucking difficult.

Genuine question from someone who has only read "Thrones" and the first handful of chapters in "Clash of Kings": has Arya shown *any* interest whatsoever in ruling? I thought her main personal theme was about freedom and identity, and her slipping into chaining herself to vengeance and letting her anger twist her runs counter to both, stealing her freedom and identity away, and thus must be overcome.

If that is indeed the case, then how can folks say they are Arya fans while ignoring her central, series wide arc?

Ok this is very random but it has being bothering me for a while. The stans use the “you’ll marry a king” line as foreshadowing for Queen @rya but even if it were...here’s the thing: when you marry a king you are a queen consort. No power, you are only there to provide heirs and your standing hangs on your husband’s will. Ask Anne Boleyn how much her position as Queen protected her once her husband got tired of her. Heck, even in universe we see poor Ellia completely vulnerable once Rathgar humiliated her in public.

Married to a king would put @rya in a similar position to Ellia Martell or Cersei. The only power Cersei has right now hangs by the thread of Tommen’s life. Her kingdom is falling apart already and when he dies she will fall like a house of cards. Wives of kings do not rule on their own.

Sansa on the other hand will rule on her own right as the oldest sister of King Robb, the last King in the North. Her position as Queen does not depend on any man, her power comes from her Stark name and not a marriage, therefore she can marry -or not- freely.

So, you know, that foreshadowing is not exactly what they think it is.

> not exactly what they think it is.

Arya fandom in a nutshell.

Let em know @minitafan! Bravo.

That fandom forever clinging to that passage is the most hilarious thing I’ve ever seen. Can you imagine how hard they have to work to look past her father talking about one of his children sailing the Sunset Sea sentences before? That has to be a struggle, I don’t envy them.

Sailor Moon is going to sail the ocean blue, and they can die mad about it.

For one, their Deaths are complete polar opposites, bit still very very good at what they do and are amazing to behold

DON'T THINK OF IT AS DYING... THINK OF IT AS LEAVING EARLY TO AVOID THE RUSH

"You do that too much, you know what you get? FAT PIGEONS!"~

is good omens in the same universe as the sandman?

No.

and then they disposed of all their drugs and had a good night sleep and woke up and got all their stuff in order and put the money in a safe place, checked into rehab and got clean, and moved to some place far away and Jane became a well known local artist and they both lived out their lives and never heard from walter white (name not capitalized because I don't respect him) and had a nice quiet house. maybe Jane painted their walls. and everything was fine and they both got therapy and came to terms with their past and were together.

Checks out. ^^

Can someone explain to me why Tumblr seems to have a near-universal but rather specific lust for grinning, skinny dudes in formal attire with a dark sense of humor and at-best-questionable morals? (okay I know Bill Cipher doesn’t quite fit the bill for “grinning” or “skinny” but most of his humanized fanart does).

My theory is that Jack Skellington is the unintentional predecessor to them all.

Speculation time my beloveds!!

What do you believe George has in mind for The Winds of Winter, more specifically what will be different to change it up from the show? I'll go first:

In true penultimate episode fashion, the Winds of Winter will be where everything goes horribly wrong for our heroes, bringing about the narrative Darkest Hour:

Jon is resurrected as a wight, maybe even a super wight Night King with the kiss of a (PLOT TWIST!) female Other, to lay waste to the Night's Watch and weaken if further to the invasion of winter

Bran loses himself entirely as an individual, Bloodraven taking control for nefarious purposes as the chief intelligence of the Old God's hive mind

Arya will be torn between her desire for home and the relative safety of the House of Black and White, getting herself grievously wounded and ill after her disastrous fight to escape Braavos because her heart won't truly be in it.

Davos will come within an *inch* of getting Rickon home from Skagos, only to watch the boy painfully die in his arms

In a fit of desperation, Melisandre will burn Shireen as a sacrifice, and they lose anyways

Stannis will live just long enough to hear that all he did and said was utterly worthless, and will die an equally worthless death

Lady Stoneheart and the Brotherhood are gonna kill *somebody* who doesn't truly deserve it with Jaime watching

House Tyrell will perish by wildfire in the Great Sept of Baelor, destroying a huge portion of Westeros's order all for the sake of Cersei's mad and petty ambitions and vengeance

Tyrion's wretched demon luck will carry him all the way on the Golden Company's back to lay waste to the Seven Kingdoms on a check those empty mines can't cash, and will somehow escape cackling all the while as he finds some court to hide in while the whole continent goes up in flames

Only Sansa will escape relatively unscathed, working her way into the hearts and loyalty of the Vale houses with or without Littlefinger's help, and she will lead the charge to retake her home in A Dream of Spring

Yes, I know I am very very evil. Give me your counterpoints on what *you* think will happen.

you know what would have been great? if ron got sorted into slytherin.

imagine– we have this kid on the train, the first friend harry meets, with his corned beef sandwiches and smudged nose. ron is eleven years old and he wants gryffindor, because he’s a weasley and that’s what always happens. but it doesn’t happen.

what a way to redeem slytherin house– or, god, at least complicate it. because ron is petty. he is mean and sharp and ambitious and jealous– and he is loyal to the ends of the earth. he is all those things, and he is and always has been good.

potter becomes before weasley in the alphabet, so harry says not slytherin please and gets told might as well be gryffindor. percy and fred and george are all sitting there in red and gold, ruffling the already-ruffled hair of the boy who lived, smug, and then ron sits down and the hat spits out slytherin!

c'mon it’d be fun. just imagine–

the weasleys freaking out– but even that first christmas molly sends him a sweater in beautiful green and silver.

snape taking points from gryffindor when ron breaks rules or mouths off. “i’m in your house.” “hm, couldn’t tell which weasley it was…” /drifts away

sitting with harry in potions and in flying– whatever classes they happen to share. meeting up to study. scarfing down their breakfasts at separate tables so they can go hang out in the empty classrooms before the day starts. hermione reads while they play exploding snap.

the trio signing up for all the same electives third year. this friendship being something they earn and work for; not just the one that looked easiest. (not to bash canon ron&harry, the bros to end all bros, but by putting this very obvious obstacle between them– it makes it that much clearer to the reader that this is a love worth fighting for, because they’re fighting for it).

ron being jealous that harry and hermione get to share this house, this home, these hours, while he’s stuck with malfoy and parkinson and goyle– because that would eat him up some days, some months, this insecure kid who’s been the last at everything all his life. this kid who always leaves and always comes back.

ron, who constantly compares himself to his brothers– not as smart, not as popular, not as good. one more nail in that coffin, here, yeah? he’s not a prefect, not a quidditch star, not a troublemaker– and even when he becomes those things, someone else has always gotten there first. 

well, i guess he got to this house first at least

ron still snaps at snape in potions, after hermione’s been ignored three times, “you know, sir, i think hermione might know the answer.” he still pulls the bars off harry’s window with a stolen, flying car. he still shows harry around the burrow shyly, not knowing what a wonder a warm home is. he still stands up in the shrieking shack as best as he can with a broken leg and tells a mass murderer that if he wants harry he’ll have to go through him first. 

ron weasley is a lot of things, but one of them is absolutely a true friend.

in their second year:

when everyone calls harry the heir, they eye ron at his side and sniff.

when hermione lays petrified in the medical ward, ron sits at her side and reads her homework assignments aloud and thinks my house this was my house. 

when ron hugs ginny’s damp, shaking frame after the chamber, ron says sorry and sorry and are you okay and i’m so sorry and ginny calls him an idiot.

the trio spends more time in the library with hermione, since ron can’t come to gryffindor tower to study, and homework remains a thing that has to happen. fred and george constantly try to sneak him into the tower anyway. 

“c'mon, ronnykins, you belong here, you deserve it, no one’s gonna fuss, it’s your BIRTHRIGHT,” and ron fusses and rolls his eyes at them

and then in fourth year in one of those periods where he’s not talking to harry and harry’s not talking to him– he just snaps at the twins

because it’s not, alright?

not his birthright, not his house, and maybe no one would fuss if he snuck in, maybe no one would care, and that makes it worse not better, because then he’s just that weasley who should’ve been gryffindor

and isn’t

(and harry overhears this caterwauling, feels his heart fall to his toes, and goes and awkwardly asks ron if he wants to go a few laps on his firebolt). 

(because, god, harry-the-chosen-one, harry-in-the-cupboard-under-the-stairs, harry-who’ll-save-us-all– he knows what it’s like to have should have beens on your shoulders, and he knows what it’s like to not be wanted).

ron cheers for gryffindor during quidditch matches in those first few years, and sits with hagrid and hermione and neville. harry’s seeker, and fred and george are beaters, and ginny becomes chaser eventually, and honestly screw the slytherin team. they have each and every one of them said disparaging things about ron’s mother.

harry and hermione badger ron into trying out for keeper fourth year; he and harry have been practicing on the quidditch pitch because its a non-library-shaped place to hang out where both of them are allowed. ron makes the slytherin roster, and malfoy grudgingly provides ron a team broom after the captain chews him out for a bit.

“he may be a weasley, but he’s our keeper, don’t you want to win, draco”

but the sort of things they spit in the locker room, the words the players hiss or snigger, the slurs that come easy to their tongues– ron would like to say that he considered just walking out of the cesspit, but instead he snipes and sasses and shouts and sometimes tries to spell slugs at the worst of them. 

it doesn’t do much, that one irritated voice of protest– except that it does. and he’s got a new (hand-me-down) wand, after the gilderoy fiasco, so the slugs even come out the right end.

fred gives him a black eye with a bludger one time (though ron does manage to block the quaffle) and molly sends a howler to gryffindor table with the morning post. (“RON DID YOU TATTLE”) (“IT WAS CLEARLY PERCY, FRED, SIT DOWN”)

(the weasleys often have family conversations across the great hall, with hufflepuffs and ravenclaws covering their ears long-sufferingly between them)

in the lake, it’s still ron hanging there in the water, still and bloated. it’s still harry’s heart that stutters in his chest, for all it’s just a game, just a game, just a game, right?

ron listens hard and tries to talk himself out of fist fights, all that next year in the slytherin common room as they read aloud rita skeeter articles.

when hermione calls dumbledore’s army to its first session in that pub, there are green scarves in that crowd– ron and one of the beaters who ron’s gotten to help glare to rest of the slytherin quidditch team into submission.

ron beats draco to being prefect (i think i remember it was dumbledore and not mcgonagall who seemed to award prefect status– snape doesn ’t get a say).

percy is SO PROUD, as usual, but so are fred and george. “did you see the little malfoy git? green with shame, my god.”

when harry has the dream about sirius, ron isn’t there to wake. but when draco’s pulled out of bed to be a professional bully– er, i mean inquisitorial squad member– ron follows at a careful distance and curses draco from behind. 

they ride thestrals over london. harry finds the prophecy and ron thinks about the sorts of things that get decided at your birth.  

sirius black was a son of slytherin who had a lion living in his chest that he couldn’t hide away. 

ron was meant to be gryffindor, and through a haze of injury and fear he watches sirius die just out of harry’s reach.

just imagine: ron with his temper and his sharp words and his fierce loyalty. ron who looks into the mirror of erised and sees house cups and prefect badges and ambitions earned– he could belong in slytherin. there is nothing wrong with wanting things, and he wants them so bad.

there are so many reasons to fight a war, and so many ways. harry and his sacrifices, his loving resignation. hermione’s good right hook and bottomless bag of supplies. luna, brilliant and a bit batty. lee jordan’s radio and mcgonagall’s burning patience and brittle, certain bones.

just imagine: when the last battle comes, there is a slytherin on the field who is not snape.

when draco and his parents walk away, in that last battle, ron–

who slept in the same dormitory as the boy for six years

who heard draco’s nightmares and saw him paling and desperate all sixth year

who is as pureblooded as lucius’s spoiled whelp

who remembers grimacing at the thought of squibs

who has known magic all his life

who spotted draco penning letters home to his mother every sunday and hiding them when the other boys could see–

ron sees them going.

he sounds no alarms. he says no farewells.

he turns back to his friends, and his fight, and lets them be.

just imagine: when harry kneels on the train platform and his second son asks him “but what if i get sorted slytherin, dad?” harry can say, “the bravest man i ever knew was in slytherin house. whatever you are, wherever you go, we’re going to be so proud of you." 

and they can both gaze over to where ron is squawking beside his daughter’s trolley of luggage because crookshanks (who will live to be forty eight million years old) has latched onto his shins with a violent fondness.

WHAT SATURDAY MORNING CARTOON SUPERVILLAIN BULLSHIT IS THIS!?