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Good omens, the lost angel, chap 1.

So, when a Neil dropped the hint that ss2 would involve someone who lost their memory, for some reason I thought of Gabriel.

After the almost Armageddon, Aziraphale and Crowley set up a cottage somewhere outside the city and they decided to go to LA for a vacation (mostly because Crowley got bored of the simple and peaceful life in the countryside and the garden work).

And they ran into Gabriel.

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Chap 2

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Good omens, the lost angel, chap 2 Office work Chap 1 Good omens, the lost angel, chap 1. So, when a Neil dropped the hint that ss2 would in

The supervillain sighs in frustration as he looks at the group of superheroes. “Alright raise your hands if you are adults?” he said. None of them did it. “This battle is canceled and tell your mayor we need to talk! today!” he said angrily.

“I will avenge my brother’s death!” yelled the adventurer. “You have my bow” his archer companion said. “And my axe” said the warrior. “And your brother” said the Necromancer.

Me straight after a mental breakdown suddenly getting an idea for an edit

I like the idea that humans are space orcs because of being walking trashbins which are a flaming wreckage of bodge jobs all the way down. Ships are floating clouds of debris under constant repair or... improvement. Space suits are held together with duct tape. We are literally covered in swarms of bacteria which are 50/50 on purpose or debilitating illness, not to mention filled up in side with the same.

Humans get sick or hurt and most aliens are just like "not sure if this is an infection, or if you'll die without it." The last time anyone tried to repair a human operated ship, the resulting explosion blasted a nearby moon through a wormhole into orbit around a different planet.

Even human genetics is a total trashpile, junk genes, weird extra DNA that no one knows what it does, former viruses, you name it, somewhere down the line humans just vacuumed up everything into the go-juice and stacked it up like a genetic hoarder. The study of human biology is half occult science half transmutation until one guy starts breaking it down and discovers chunks of hundreds of other alien genetics and basically it turns out Earth was a kind of "makeout point" back in the days of primordial ooze and was filled so full of outer space ejaculate that under a modern day equivalent of black light it still glows brighter than the sun.

The Caledonians expanded through the galaxy thanks to their logic and discipline, always following the plan, always following the rules. So when the fleet was about to be destroyed the Caledonian Admiral did what the book said: bring a human to the war room and let it make the decisions.

there is something so darkly comical about tumblr potentially outliving twitter

tumblr, which is held together with duct tape and madness, run by three raccoons in blood stained Yahoo! hats and a handful of crabs, its only discernible source of income the sale of shoelaces from an inside joke so inside no one knows the original source anymore and fake blue checkmarks... that website still lives on

truly the cockroach of social media and I love it for that