[crackyfanfic]

[thatgirlonstage]

The idea of Billy Batson meeting Dick Grayson but only AFTER they’re both adults is hilarious to me because I feel like the conversation would go like,

Billy: So how long have you been a hero?

Dick: Since I was a kid

Billy: oh seriously?? Me too!! Kid superhero solidarity! So what are your powers?

Dick: oh no I don’t have any superpowers

Billy: wait what

Billy: how did you fight crime and supervillains then?

Dick: escrima sticks, high tech gadgets, and circus flips mostly ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Billy: w h a t

Billy: how old EXACTLY did you say you were when you started crime fighting?

Dick: like 8?

Billy, who only became a hero at the age of fifteen after he was given the ability to magically transform into an invulnerable adult superhero arguably more stacked in powers than Superman: W H A T

[rem-ir]

[deadmomjokes]

Y’all, I’m over here DYING cuz Google suggested me this article about the crisis of backyard chicken keepers– which is that they love having chickens so much that they keep getting more, and then don’t know what to do with all the eggs.

Which I can see how this would be a problem, but it’s just so funny to me because they had interviewed this one guy who started off with 3 chickens, and then kept adding more and more, and eventually started donating the eggs to a local food bank, and at the end of the year when they wrote him a tax receipt, he discovered he’d donated over 400 dozen eggs.

Seriously, it was a whole article talking very seriously about how people are so into chickens that they just keep collecting them like pokemon and then have to “scramble” (their words not mine) to get rid of the eggs, because they weren’t even thinking of egg production, they just loved having chickens.

And while I may be over here laughing a bit too hard, honestly? Big Mood.

[naryrising]

[weirdgirlcore]

heaven and hell have one brain cell to share between every angel and demon and that's what they're fighting over. aziraphale has had ownership of it for the entire 6000 year feud

[weirdgirlcore]

and before you rush in to tell me how stupid aziraphale is, I know. I KNOW. one braincell is still only one braincell. but it's one more than every other angel or demon has

[weirdgirlcore]

aziraphale is the only supernatural being we see that shows any evidence of:

• being able to read in a serious capacity
• knowing where babies come from
• being fully integrated into human society (he owns and runs a small business and actually does taxes)
• having an in-depth knowledge of earth (he makes an effort to culture himself on things like cuisine and art, as well as learning people's names)

aziraphale may be an idiot by any of our standards, but compared to any other angel or demon we see, he's goddamn enlightened

[weirdgirlcore]

The Principality Aziraphale, Guardian of the Only Braincell

[not-two-shrimp]

Wha bout snek boi?

[weirdgirlcore]

that's what the Arrangement is for

[fuckyeah2000s]

[good-omens-fan-comics]

Anonymous asked:

I like your Good Omens fan art!

halorvic answered:

[rafaelafranzen]

[sketches-by-lexie]

In which Crowley is an understanding and soft demon 

(click on it cause tumblr made it blurry boo)

[good-omens-fan-comics]

[normal-horoscopes]

Anonymous asked:

What about the student's ears? (Amber Skies) I offer a chunk of moss from beside my house.

Original, but cosmetically damaged. Theyre usually covered by the headphones on her rebreather mask, which connects to her skull via sockets around the ears. 

[rafaelafranzen]

Most fans of Good Omens: I’ve watched the series over 10 times since it released and am about to rewatch it right this second.

Me, a gif making fan: I have watched the series in hundreds of 3-second chunks and thousands of still frames of very specific scenes. But I’ve only seen the show through in its entirety maybe 1.5 times. 

[roachleakage]

A comforting thought

[sisterofiris]

Five thousand years ago, the Sumerians called the night ngi, the stars mul, and the moon Nanna.

Four thousand years ago, the Akkadians called the night mūšu, the stars kakkabū, and the moon Sîn.

Three thousand years ago, the Hittites called the night išpanza, the stars haštereš, and the moon Arma.

Two and a half thousand years ago, the Greeks called the night nux, the stars astra, and the moon Selênê.

Two thousand years ago, the Romans called the night nox, the stars stellae, and the moon Luna.

Kings and queens and heroes looked up at them. So did travelers coming home, and little children who sneaked out of bed. So did slaves, and mothers and soldiers and old shepherds, and Sappho and Muršili and Enheduanna and Socrates and Hatshepsut and Cyrus and Cicero. In this darkness it didn’t matter who they were, or where they stood. Only that they were human.

Think of that tonight, when you close your window. You are not alone. You share this night sky with centuries of dreamers and stargazers, and people who longed for quiet. Are you anxious? The Hittites were too: they called it pittuliyaš. Does your heart ache? The Greeks felt it too: they called it akhos. Those who look up to the stars for comfort are a family, and you belong to them. Your ancestors have stood under Nanna, Sîn, Arma, Selênê and Luna for five thousand years. Now its light is yours.

May it soothe you well.