I Keep Thinking About Why Crowley Was Living In His Car And Why Aziraphale Didn't Invite Him To Move

oh you're in a horror film/book and your phone died/has no bars? how boring. I think phones in horror SHOULD work. they should ding only to have the protagonist check and find nothing. they should get calls from somebody you don't know but is still somehow in your contacts. google maps should lead you to one place, no matter what address you type in.

phones are such a big part of our daily lives, removing them from horror removes the horror from our experience. what if the horror felt like it could happen to you, right here, right now? what if it felt like it was already happening?

americans and their "what do you most associate with [state]" polls well i'm glad they're having fun but i don't think i've ever thought of these states in my entire life. anyway europeans what do you most associate with the state of baden-württemberg

#good omens

I think he enjoys gardening a bit..

sneak peek at good omens season 3

Crowley!!

Hold my plants bitch

That’s literally how it went down

No cause this means that when Gamora heard Groot and understood him, SHE WAS A MEMBER OF THE FAMILY AGAIN

season one of supernatual is so funny to me. sam and dean will literally show up to the crime scene in some fuck ass flannels and dean is in his leather jacket and the cops are like "who the hell are you?" and dean will be like "oh, us? well we are obviously from the us fish and wildlife service who else could we possibly be???" 

meanwhile theyre in the craziest outfits known to mankind with no badge or anything, so the cops will ask for their IDs and they'll hand them the most unconvincing fake id you'll ever see. the thing will be crumpled to no return and look like it was all hand written by a toddler and SOMEHOW THE COPS STILL BELIEVE THEM??

and then, they'll start questioning the victims family like "aw man :( I'm so sad for you :( that must be really hard :( so like what happened? and on a completely separate note, did you see anything? feel a temp drop? did you feel a cold spot? did you see something weird? like a creature mayhaps? like a ghost? did you see a ghost? do you believe in ghosts? please tell me it's a ghost?" like that's a totally normal line of questioning for a random drowning from two members of the us fish and wildlife service.

ineffable husbands and ineffable bureaucracy perfectly sum up the two types of queer romantic relationships: painful mutual pining for 6,000 years and speedrunning from enemies to friends to lovers in the span of 0.5 seconds