produdfctititty
tinsnip
i find it so fuckin funny that crowley’s snake form is a red-bellied black snake bc like. u mean that tiny shy baby that hangs out in my backyard?? the one who hasn’t caused a single fatality in recent australian history?? that one???
crowley has this hung outside his apartment
The one that often headbutts you before it bites you because manufacturing venom is expensive and if he’s lucky he can bluff instead of bite? Yeah. Crowley.
normal-horoscopes
normal-horoscopes
Aries: The world ticks above you like a vast clock it is a clock the world is a clock but here your bed is still and stationary. The rhythm of the gears lulls you to sleep. You must sleep.
Taurus: The sun rises. The sun sets. You can only feel it on your skin. Its been so long since you had eyes. You cant remember what the sky looked like but it looked beautiful. Bed feels beautiful. You must sleep.
Gemini: The wind touches your face. Something else touches your face. It is a blade of long soft grass. The night sky and full moon light the field before you. A figure in a low, wide brimmed hat moves towards you. There is something long resting against their shoulder. It feels so comfortable here. you must sleep.
Cancer: You see a light in the distance. The woods are silent. You see what appears to be a wedding. All participants are wearing carnival masks with long thin noses. Beaks perhaps? They’ve seen you. They turn. You must sleep.
Leo: The rope goes beneath the gas station. Deeper and deeper past sewers and wells and cisterns. There is water to your ankles. You see the footprints on the ceiling. You are getting close. You must sleep.
Virgo: There is nothing left of the home but the garden still stands. Immaculate, as if nothing has ever touched this place. Someone has been tending to it. Someone has been keeping the wild at bay. You remember little. You must sleep.
Libra: The furnaces are cold now. They repaired themselves with what embers they could. Some still cling to those old notions of beauty. You feel bad. You press on. Half-gargantuan bodies. You must sleep.
Scorpio: The flat marble floor stretches on forever. The sky is pink, like an eternal almost sunrise. There is no air. You gasp. You must sleep.
Ophiuchus: Amsterdam, 1814. In a secluded corner of a loft apartment a man sews a dress. It will be a long while until he is done. His eyes are heavy and bloodshot. The air smells of sea salt and death. You must sleep.
Sagittarius: A great courtyard. The party is in full swing. Fiddle and drink pierce the foggy night. There are so many bugs. Something is burning. You must sleep.
Capricorn: Your clothing changes with every step. Every motion suits a new need. So many colors. You are so so tired. You must sleep.
Aquarius: You have dreamed of space for so so long little thing. You finally get to visit the moon. People used to think it was made of cheese. When you were little you hoped they had swingsets there. You must sleep.
Pisces: The baseball diamond you could have met at when you were children. The scabs on your knees you could have had. The bowls of mac n cheese never shared. A life still lived. You must sleep.
iwilltrytobereasonable
a-night-at-the-abbey-road-deact
Today I learned that cuttlefish experience REM sleep, and that it makes their skin flash random colors. This is the cutest thing ever.
The electric eel at my aquarium has a voltmeter attached to his tank, and whenever he pumps out a burst of electricity–either when he’s navigating his tank or getting fed–the meter lights up and makes noise. Sometimes, I’ll walk past him when he’s snuggled up and totally motionless on his log, and see the voltmeter going crazy.
I am left to assume that he is dreaming, and is sleep-zapping at the things in his dreams.
I am absolutely delighted to learn that electric eels dream of kicking ass.
cosmictuesdays
kassasaurus-rex
MISLEADING HEADLINE he also ate a block of cheese, salami, a pound of grapes and half a watermelon
neil-gaiman
apocalypse10101 asked:
Right now, I just want to recover from two years on the road actually making Good Omens, and get back to a novel I stopped when Good Omens got the green light and I had to become the showrunner. So it’s not lack of interest as much as it is lots of interest in what I ought to be doing.
neil-gaiman
queen-susans-revenge asked:
I haven’t ever been offered any kind of an honour, no. And I doubt very much that I ever would be.
neil-gaiman
willyouboyhow asked:
The Production Designer felt that the flat described in the book was the flat Crowley would have had in the 80s and 90s, but that these days gleaming white places are a little old-fashioned, and Crowley’s place would have kept pace with the times, and been a bit more concrete slabby.
neil-gaiman
vforvaudevillian asked:
No, I don’t read it, and no, I’m not that kind of author.
theothersideofthechair
I have to explain something to you guys so the next stylist doesn’t have to.
Say it with me now.
THIS IS A STYLE.
THIS IS A STYLE MADE WITH A ROUND BRUSH AND A BLOWDRYER.
THERE IS NO STYLIST IN THE FUCKING WORLD THAT CAN MAGICALLY MAKE YOUR HAIR LOOK LIKE THIS WITH YOU PUTTING ZERO FUCKING EFFORT INTO YOUR HAIR.
THIS CANNOT BE CUT INTO THE HAIR SO STOP ASKING.
I’M YELLING ABOUT THIS BECAUSE MY LAST CLIENT SEEMED TO THINK I HAD THE INTELLIGENCE OF ROTTING DOG SHIT AFTER I TRIED EXPLAINING TO HER THAT THIS CANNOT BE CUT INTO THE HAIR.
THIS. CANNOT. BE. CUT. INTO. THE. HAIR. SO. STOP. FUCKING. ASKING.
I’M SORRY TO BE THE ONE TO TELL YOU GUYS THIS.
BUT YOU HAVE TO PUT EFFORT INTO YOUR HAIR TO MAKE IT LOOK GOOD.
fishyfishyfishtimes
mallsharks
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
he hates sea bunny?
AND leaf sheep??
good-omens-fanart
