eventually some poor whickber street shopkeeper is going to draw the short straw and be sent over to the dirty donkey to ply info from the drunk and clearly devastated crowley while his defenses are down and they’ll be utterly shocked and horrified when crowley slurs out the explanation that aziraphale has “gone to heaven”

I’m calling it now -

In Season 1, we had Crowley believe that Aziraphale was dead.

In Season 3, we are going to see Aziraphale believe Crowley is dead.

Wouldn’t be the first time Dream took a nap on someone’s shoulder

Dream belongs to Jokublog

We really should talk about how twice now Aizawa's only warning that everything was about to go to shit was that Mic was in immediate danger

imagine this: you're the baddest bitch in the Roman Republic. you have spent the past few decades fighting, fucking and planning to take control of the known world. you've killed millions of people. you became the fucking pontifex maximus and used some guy's idea to reinvent the calendar. you were the first roman to have a terrible vacation experience in the UK. you won a civil war. your best friend likes to commission naked statues of you and stand in front of them calling you a king at parties.

it's the 15th March 44 b.c.e and life is good. the people love you and you just became a dictator for life. you leave your mansion, ignoring your wife's pleas for you to stay (venus above that woman is in love with you) and shake off the soothsayer who keeps following you around and talking about your doom (spurinna is obsessed with you). you swagger into work, sit down, and are immediately stabbed by a bunch of your coworkers. you stagger around for a bit feeling sorry for yourself, before collapsing down dead at the statue of the guy that you had that civil war against. what a way to go.

something i think about often is what kind of modern things i’d like to introduce to the van der linde gang. at the top of my list? rollercoasters

Another year of being grateful that AO3 unwrapped does not exist, so I cannot be faced with the statistical analysis of my reading crimes.

Think about James dancing quebradita...

For all those who haven't watched the Tokyo Game Show; don't bother. We didn't get a trailer or any gameplay.

But we did get something amazing and it's this:

These images watered my crops, cleared my skin and gave me five extra years of life.

It's beautiful.

Don't get me wrong. I really enjoyed Lapin and wished he had more time to grow and develop. But, I mean c'mon, Cumulous was a GIFT. I love me a stone-faced pastel man who has absolutely no problem casually killing things and sucking the life from them, who also weeps tears of joy when met with the objects he's sworn to protect. I would have loved for him to have the full season to grow his relationship with the family, just as much as I would have Lapin. We got two bangin characters that we absolutely did not deserve. That being said, PLEASE let Zac's character survive. It's only 6 episodes, man. If he didn't make this character with that thought in mind, I'll be shocked.

For fuck’s sake.

I think Syd and Carmy would be that couple who take in a stray cat and name it Fennel.

So the whole lore behind that Gabriel quest is AMAZING but for a moment I did hope that the Sun room thing was just going to be a dark office with a dozen monitors, a bunch of empty coffee cups and MrMadSpy on a sick gaming chair just going 'Sup?' to whoever stumbled in.

Jason Isaacs also says the reason he never played a Bond villain was because he had sex with Daniel Craig onstage every night for a year.

Like that’s not the best reason to play a Bond villain that anyone could ever possibly imagine.

man i can't wait to see Crowley being The Pettiest character we've ever seen just a pretty little bitch about the whole thing. i love aziraphale as much as the next guy but the amount of passive aggressiveness emanating from Crowley next season better be enought to power a fucking dyson sphere

i can't stress enough the visual comedy of a 30 something odd man of 5'10ft something crawling around on all fours and hiding in rice barrels and under the bed or the porch or whatever. I genuinely wish Gu Mang was taller for the sheer joy I would get watching this man physics his way into cat sized spaces. As someone who regularly sees someone irl of well over 6ft you reach a point and also age where body doesn't bend or move like that despite the fact you're not even old. Just long. Tallness does something to people. Imagine watching that much leg force itself out from under the bed.

And then I just remember he's past his twenties by a few miles and I just imagine his kneecaps and how shit they must be. I know this is a fantasy cultivation novel and that shit makes aging weird but nothing is funnier to me than: my feral and yet geriatric rescue dog boyfriend with his assortment of war crimes and vitamin supplements we sneak into his food when he isn't looking.