Going through some old unshared drawings

“New… Everything” - Digital Oil Painting

Hehe… I know, I’m terrible.

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Brief calm and Crowley’s half-bun

When I think of half-bun Crowley, I think of tenuous, hopeful calmness. It’s a brief moment, but let us consider it… Crowley is a very, very, very anxious man. There’s scarcely a verb or adjective ascribed to him in the book that doesn’t hint at some inner radiation of deep-seated nagging concern. I think that people misinterpret TV Crowley as being different than book Crowley, but I firmly believe they are one in the same. It’s just nearly impossible in a show like this to put to screen the inner workings of a man’s heart. With that as our foundation… When he gets on the bus, they are already doing a risky thing. That’s why they’re meeting like spies, obviously. So that’s anxiety-inducing. But of course the greater concern is that something has gone wrong with their plans. He’s basically taking this to Aziraphale. Not to have a discussion, but to get reassurance. He feigns mild disagreement, but you can see an ease in his concern at Aziraphale’s insistence that this is exactly what they have been working toward. You can see that he gotten the reassurance he’d been after. Immediately he turns his attention to their surroundings whereas before he’d been focused only on that concern. The softness in the “yeah?” when Aziraphale calls his name is not one of worry, it’s one of safety. And I think of a rare moment of relief for Crowley. Aziraphale then has to go and flipflop on his own thoughts, but Crowley doesn’t return to his tense state. “I’m sure it won’t come to that” is not reassuring Aziraphale of his worries. It’s Crowley using a mental sound barrier to preserve the calm, however momentarily, that he gained from the situation. Of course the anxiety will always return, because this is who he is, but we get to see him in this small, tiny moment of calm.  So half-bun makes my heart feel still. There is hope and potential and the concept that they’ve done what was right and saved the world and themselves, and it all can hang infinitely right there, in that moment, on the bus. Especially if we’re contrasting that bus scene, as we should, to the final bus scene. There is more to be said once we start comparing the two bus scenes, but it really only highlights the teetering, tenuous, fragile peace that Crowley gets from Aziraphale that is instantaneous versus the lasting, self-certain peace that he’s given in the end. But that’s a whole other knot of snakes.

Do you ever really think about fan art, fanfiction, and other fan creations of existing media?

How it’s not something they’re doing necessarily for a career, or to sell for money? It’s just something they’re doing because they have so much enthusiasm for the original subject matter that they dedicate hours or days to these works of art or pieces of writing?

And how those works of art are sometimes these fucking beautiful sketches or paintings that are on par with what people outside fandom life would call “real art,” or the fanfiction can be as moving as a novel?

But it’s never acknowledged as “real art” because it’s based on existing media, even though it’s just as good, takes just as much work and talent, and has just as much time dedicated to it?

Do you ever look at, say, a painting a fan made of their favorite character, and realize it’s better than most paintings you’ve seen, and you’re just in awe of it? Or read a fanfic and feel more moved by it than you have any novel you were made to read in high school?

And then think about how thankless it is, because it’s “not real art,” and dismissed as petty, uncreative, and meaningless, even though it means. so. much.???

Anyway I just wanna say thank you fan creators, y’all are fucking amazing

London’s Hidden Tunnels Revealed In Amazing Cutaways 

The layout of London can only be fully understood if we examine it in three dimensions. Tim Dunn takes a look at some of the capital’s greatest cutaway diagrams.

Our city is a fascinating, infuriating, terrifying, beautiful place. As curious Londonists we attempt to make sense of it and the way it works so that we can better assert our own place within it. It is often said that London is an infrastructural palimpsest: layer upon layer of networks and systems. But that really isn’t the case. London, like any urban form is a complex, woven fabric of infrastructure — each system maddeningly intertwined with others.

“Not an underground network, John. It’s an Underground network.” ;)

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This is the larval stage of a Funko Pop.

insult the good name of axlotls once again and not even allah will be able to protect you from the fury of my shoe to your head

Canon: and so they never met

Fanfic: here’s a funny story

Canon: There was tension and pining, but they never even kissed.

Fanfic: Actually,

Canon: Torture the cinnamon roll.

Fanfic: Torture the cinnamon roll.

Canon: When they traveled they stayed in separate rooms

Fanfic: AND. THERE. WAS. ONLY. ONE. BED!!!!!

Canon: … and they were roommates.

Fanfic: oh my god, they were roommates…

Canon: They were international assassins who assassinated assassins.

Fanfic: But hot DAMN wait till you hear about this cafe they opened

Canon: They had a coffeeshop

Fanfic: but they were ASSASSINS

Canon: they were mortal enemies and attempted to murder each other on multiple occasions

Fanfic: bUT THEY GOT MARRIED AND ADOPTED CHILDREN

Everytime I reblog this has a new addition and it’s the best

Canon: They were straight

Fanfic: Lol

THE LAST ONE IS THE BEST ONE

I love fanfic so so so much.

Canon: Am I joke to you?

Fanon: No, just a disappointment.