I really can’t stop thinking about how the only reason we have this show at all is because of a promise Neil made to Terry, because they had been trying to get it made for years and it kept falling through and then Terry died and Neil absolutely was not going to do it without him but Terry asked him to make sure it got made, so Neil put aside everything he felt about making it without Terry and did it anyway, and not only that but he wrote the adaptations (which as far as I know isn’t something he has done for his other works) and took on the role of showrunner aka a big job that’s a lot of work, and literally didn’t do the thing he does, didn’t write, for almost two years to make sure he could make this show the way it was supposed to be, the way Terry would want it, he did all of that out of love for his friend and to keep his promise. So we’re all losing our minds over these two occult/ethereal beings whose love for each other is as present throughout human history as the sun and stars, whose connection to each other is as fundamental as the earth itself and persists throughout the limitations of time, but the only reason we have that angel and demon and their love is because of the love Neil has for Terry, his own love that transcends the limitations of time, and he took that love and made it into this show he didn’t even want to make once Terry was gone but Terry asked him to so he did anyway, he took the sheer enormity of love he felt for his friend - and it must be enormous, just look at all he did - and he made it into this show, he made a show about transcendental love out of his own transcendental love, and it just feels like something precious and it feels like such a gift and I just don’t want to overlook that and I really want to say: thank you, Neil. Thank you for sharing that love with us.
Rasputin in Popular Culture: Supernaturally vigorous man refuses to die.
Rasputin in Reality: A bunch of nerds who think they know how murder works because they read a book repeatedly fail to kill a man who’s too drunk to realise he’s being murdered.
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so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god
“Monochrome Across the Centuries: A Lookbook by Anthony Janthony Crowley”
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Reblog, don’t repost!
talking to a guy who works in tech about phones and mentioned how i didn’t like the new iphones or androids bc of the size and he was like “yeah i’ve noticed quite a few women feel like that idk why bc it’s so good having such a big screen” and i was like “it’s literally bc our hands are too small, i can’t reach across the screen” and he was shocked and had never thought about it and i had to explain to him how many things aren’t designed for women and he was truly astonished 🙄🙄
Something amazing will happen to you in May 2019.
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