coworker told me he “hates all mollusks” today. and to each their own obviously but like… theres 100k species of mollusk… you really hate all of them bro? nautiluses and oysters and snails and nudibranches and chitons and thousands of animals youve never even heard of???? what did ammonites even fucking do to you
Gabriel: Well, I for one thing you and Crowley are perfect for each other.
Aziraphale: Feel like there’s gonna be more.
Gabriel: Because you’re both losers.
Aziraphale: There it is.
The look on Aziraphale’s face when he’s complaining about the paint though. He’s absolutely asking Crowley to do something about it without actually asking and Crowley absolutely knew it.
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I’m currently reading Neil Gaiman’s Good Omens script book and I am thoroughly enjoying it, especially these directions and little notes sprinkled about. Here are my favorites:
The nanny, wearing dark glasses, reminds us of Crowley. She’s sexy and domineering.
The plants are terrified. No, I don’t know how we show this on television either.
Crowley flares at him, glarefully.
HUGE EXPLOSION. FIRE AND LIGHT AND THINGS BEING BLOWN AROUND. SO COOL AN EXPLOSION THAT I AM TYPING IN CAPITALS.
Crowley’s bedroom. We see a montage of Crowley trying to get to sleep by lying on the bed, on the wall, then on the ceiling. CLOSE UP of his snake-eyes. He’s wide-awake. Then he puts on his dark glasses.
Can someone please draw Crowley attempting to fall asleep in all of those places and then calling Aziraphale to meet up at their third (romantic) rendezvous!!!
Anathema: So, how long have you two been together?
Aziraphale: No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Crowley and I are not together. No. No.
Crowley: Really? Sixteen “no"s? Really?



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