Latest Posts by the-whimsical-wizard - Page 2
i realised there was no gender neutral for “my sister from another mister” or “brother from another mother” and so I present to you all “my sib from another crib”
im sorry but good omens casting benedict cumberbatch as satan is literally the funniest thing ever
#funniest moment in the episode for me #cosmic levels of jealousy #because he doesn't know it's gabriel yet #he thinks it's a human one night stand who won't leave #and fully and immediately #our boy AJ was like "okay. today's the day I kill some guy."
If William Shakespeare knew what neopronouns were he’d be unstoppable
i imagine someone saying to aziraphale something about making peace with your demons, and him completely missing the point and just pulling teeny crowley out of his pocket and just going "oh well, I've done more than that, I've made friends with mine 🥰" (vague spoilers in the tags)
the doctor core
"Impossible! How can you still move? My spell stops time!" "Yeah that's the problem right there buddy. You created a spell to stop time when you should have created a spell that stops me."
so embarrassing when i forget im checking someone's blog and i start scrolling through and liking and reblogging shit as if it's just my dash. it feels like wandering into someone else's apartment and not noticing and making myself lunch
• an asexual hero who people cannot avoid even if they go out of their way to try, once the hero has picked them; veey useful in catching supervillains
lgbt rep on television, otherwise known as:
the dead lesbian
the token gay
the suffering bisexual
the non-existent trans person
lgbt rep on television, otherwise known as:
the dead lesbian
the token gay
the suffering bisexual
the non-existent trans person
Jinx: If you ever meet someone who calls gatorade by the actual name of the flavor and not the color theyre a cop.
Caitlyn: But you have to specify. Do you mean frost glacier freeze or cool blue? You cant just say blue
Jinx: Blue and light blue nice try officer.
the meaning of life is….dipping carbs into liquids ….bread into soup…biscuits into tea…that’s it
back at it again, here's mr trauma mc daddy issues
As the kingdom’s best archer, you were cursed so your arrows would never hit again. But you just started shooting other things—rocks, sticks, shoes—and somehow, it works even better. Folks call you "The Arrowless Archer."
You’re a summoner—but all you can summon are slimes. No dragons, no elementals. Just slimes. So you studied. Trained. Experimented. Now your slimes dissolve armor, mimic voices, carry potions, even explode on command. Adventurers laugh—until they realize: you can handle anything with slimes.
You were bitten by a vampire but you didn't die, instead the vampire died. The next day, you're captured by vampires and marked as unsafe for consumption. All because you had a rare, incurable condition in your blood. Cool, now you are a vampire slayer who kills vamps by letting 'em bite you.
Chronic petname user Jayce vs Vik who only says his name (and a couple terms of endearment from his mother tongue)
Thirty love letters? That’s...wow. Whoever they’re for must’ve lit up something rare in you. Kinda makes me wonder what it’d be like to be written about like that
I didn’t write them because I was full of love. I wrote them because I was starving for it. Because I kept trying to turn pain into poetry and it still tasted like blood in the end.
Each letter is a small funeral, a small place to bury a dream that never got to live. I wrote to hands that never reached back. To eyes that never looked at me like I mattered, to ghosts that haunt the shape of love but never stay long enough to be real.
I wrote them because no one told me how quiet heartbreak could be, how it doesn’t always scream, how sometimes it just sits next to you like a tired friend and watches you rot from the inside out. They were just things I needed to say before they drowned me.
Things like:
I miss you even though there was never a you.
I love you even though no one ever stayed long enough to be loved.
Don’t go even though they already did.
I wrote thirty love letters and someday, someone will find them and pretend they were about them but I’ll know the truth.
They were for the hollowness, for the version of me that begged for someone to stay and learned that no one does.
bitch this is all you’re gonna get. this life, this face, this body. you better not ‘maybe in another universe’ your way out of everything. sit your ass down and face this. go make tea and have a picnic and read a goddamn book. kiss your loved ones, send that damn text, and hug your siblings. this is all you’re gonna get.
projecting my desire to be somewhere warm rn onto my forever girl ☀️🌊🏝️
my first attempt at atla fanart
zuko, but he has the face of a beautiful woman
Sophie. ⭐️
. . . bsky / cara / instagram / threads / twitter
#good omens s2 spoilers in the tags
#i know crowley couldve gone back with aziraphale
#but he didnt
#and also would they really have accepted him back
#in all likelihood it was just a bribe to get aziraphale to go back
#this post is so them coded
hey uhhh but fr the concept of fallen angels existing but risen demons being an impossibility is kind of a great summary of sin in christianity
Mai and Zuko got married, obviously, and the first thing Mai did when she moved into the Palace was adopt a cat. She named it “Your Honor”, simply so she could go around the palace shouting
“Zuko, I can’t find Your Honor! Zuko, do you know where Your Honor is? Zuko, you have to get Your Honor down from that tree! Zuko, Your Honor is terrorizing the turtle ducks again.”
It is not the prettiest but here is a little chart I made of skin tones.
The idea is to eye-drop anywhere on the chart to get a unique skin tone instead of getting stuck in the loop of “white, tan, dark”.
Some people are given wings.
Others are born with weights tied to their ankles. And still, they are told to fly.
please
💋✨
you can pry starting sentences with 'and' or 'but' out of my cold, dead hands
My favorite thing about Victor Hugo is that the Notre Dame Cathedral was a huge eyesore on the verge of collapsing and was planned to be demolished but Victor Hugo was like “hey :( I like that building” and wrote The Hunchback of Notre Dame to save it. and it worked
In the book he described the cathedral in the state it was in but also in comparison to what it looked like in the 15th century before it got all fucked up in the French Revolution. His book got translated into a fuck ton of languages and was distributed all around Europe. Tourists who were fans of him would go to see it while in Paris and were appalled to see just how bad of shape it was in and it started to become stain on paris’ reputation.
So finally the king funded the Hella expensive restoration which I imagine was one really fucking gnarly project, the structure it’s self being the tip of the ice burg because of how many religious artifacts and statutes and junk that had been ruined.
So thanks Vicky that’s one hell of a beautiful tower.