Made This Back In 2023 And Realized Only Now I Don't Think I Ever Shared It To Tumblr..

Made this back in 2023 and realized only now I don't think I ever shared it to tumblr..

Hello Mr. Fell

During my time on twitter, you constantly shared words of comfort when we needed the most. And right now it is one of those moments.

The fandom as a whole is dealing with some upsetting news and thoughts. And I believe that a few words will be much appreciated.

Thank you <3

We found each other through a story. A story about humanity and love and, admittedly, a certain amount of mild incompetence. I have seen miracles carried out through the generosity and kindness of people who gathered around those words — that idea — like a flaming sword in the wilderness. No matter what happens, we have each other. We have the idea. Nothing and no-one can ruin it or take it away, because it belongs to us, now. It belongs to you.

Let there be hands, joined to support those without comfort. Let there be ten thousand stories, ending, as they began, in a garden and with a loving kiss, and with the knowledge that we have finally found our home. Let there be sketches, and scribbles, and vast projects and small, silly jokes shared between friends. Let there be joy in defiance of hurt.

And let there be light.

It's not just erasure of queer characters. It's disrespect of Wilde's memory in the worst way. Oscar Wilde went to JAIL for being gay and his book was used as evidence against him. This was his only novel and they censored it to make it less queer even back then.

This is a crime.

Anyway boycott the modern adaptation of Dorian Gray.

incapacitation

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drugs that make a character woozy and disoriented. slurring words and falling slack, everything too heavy and confusing and muffled

blown pupils, wandering eyes, breathing too much or too little. sweating, shaking, puking, so limp and pale it’s almost like they’re dead

fevers so high a character's mind just turns to mush. glossy eyes tracking the ceiling, listless and unaware until eventually there's sweat sticking all over the sheets and they start mumbling some vague responses to caretaker's questions

tranquilizer dart that brings a character down all at once. one sudden jerk or look of confusion, not enough time to glance at it much less pull it out before eyes are rolling back and they collapse into the dirt

tranquilizer dart that comes on slowly. pulling it out and running and running until each step becomes too uncoordinated, stumbling or getting dragged along by a teammate until even their begging to stay awake, let's go, becomes hazy and distant

struck so hard that everything rings in one ugly roar. staggering or falling, told to sit down, just stay down. so confused and lost, repeating the same questions and forgetting the answer over and over and over again

character so messed up they struggle to follow any part of the conversation. everything too heavy and confusing and muffled, just useless and incoherent and completely oblivious to the situation

nervous prodding or pleading by caretaker, begging them to just stay awake or focus

jostled around by captor, told to get the fuck up and follow orders, easily manhandled around and restrained

mumbling nonsense and spilling secrets. stoic characters without any masks, so confused and broken and vulnerable, slipping and powerless in every sort of way

"you're okay, i promise you're okay"

“ah, shit. you’re a mess—”

“I guess you won’t remember this anyways…”

gaze drifting and blank, too faraway to track anything caretaker/captor is saying. nudged and prodded and pleaded at to no avail, just incoherent and out of it

too weak to move. beaten absolutely senseless or bleeding all over the place, a character just hurting and spent beyond means and sprawled flat against the ground

getting dragged along or stepped on, pinned down as if they're in any state to go anywhere

hypnotized and stunned into mindlessness. repeated mantras and rewired thoughts, a character made pliable and blank and used like a puppet

paralyzed but fully aware, left slack and useless and desperate with limp muscles and depressed breathing. assumed dead and abandoned, grieved over or dumped aside like a corpse, forced to watch and unable to do anything

poisoned and just getting worse and worse. teammates desperately looking for a cure while character deteriorates, puking and passing out and getting high fevers, hallucinating and begging for relief

characters taken out of commission when they're otherwise the strongest one. exposed to a weakness, given magical restraints or cuffs with neural suppressors to keep them docile, targeted and taken out

vertigo taking a character side to side, brought down and useless

brb doing this to my copy

This is it, then

I think I've figured out how I want go3 to end. A card that says "2028, the South Downs". Crowley, yelling at plants in the garden. He stops and his face softens when Aziraphale walks out, but he still glares angrily at the offending plants.

Aziraphale kisses his cheek and says he should come inside. He's made pancakes. Crowley obliges. He doesn't normally eat, but hes grown fond of his angel's newfound skills in the kitchen.

Aziraphale pulls out a chair for Crowley and they sit together. Aziraphale raises his mug of tea, and Crowley raises his coffee.

"To our world," they toast. As they do so, we catch a glimpse of their silver wedding bands.

The camera zooms out and we see two nightingales and their nest. The credits roll as the song A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square again. The nightingales are singing.