cat tummies are a temptation of biblical proportions
my cat: if you put your hands anywhere near me i will cage you in the real-life saw trap from which there is no painless escape
me: chumby kitty tumby…
cat tummies are a temptation of biblical proportions
my cat: if you put your hands anywhere near me i will cage you in the real-life saw trap from which there is no painless escape
me: chumby kitty tumby…
Lord Vetinari lifted an eyebrow with the care of one who, having found a piece of caterpillar in his salad, raises the rest of the lettuce.
– poetry |
Terry Pratchett, Making Money
Shoutout to my main man Billy Shakes for being a reason I’ve had to keep going and for being a bomb-ass bitch just in general. Happy birthday, dude. You’re my hero.
Brian leaned forward conspiratorially.
“And it said they dance round with no clothes on,” he added. “They go up on hills and Stonehenge and stuff, and dance with no clothes on.”
This time the consideration was more thoughtful. The Them had reached that position where, as it were, the roller coaster of Life had almost completed the long haul to the top of the first big humpback of puberty so that they could just look down into the precipitous ride ahead, full of mystery, terror, and exciting curves.
“Huh,” said Pepper.
“Not my aunt,” said Wensleydale, breaking the spell. “Definitely not my aunt. She just keeps trying to talk to my uncle.”
“Your uncle’s dead,” said Pepper.
“She says he still moves a glass about,” said Wensleydale defensively. “My father says it was moving glasses about the whole time that made him dead in the first place. Don’t know why she wants to talk to him,” he added, “they never talked much when he was alive.”
- Good Omens by Terry Pratchet & Neil Gaiman
Anonymous asked:
It is done! This is pretty much pure filth, so I’m just going to post the AO3 link here. Hopefully this is something along the lines of what you were looking for?
And I’m always taking fic ideas (at least for short fics), so it’s usually more a matter of how long it will take me to get to them. :)
dwarven-beard-spores
So I already talked about this on Discord but: you know how in that one promo on the bus we see Aziraphale reading a paper called the ~celestial observer~? Well that sounds like a trashy paper from Heaven, and I started thinking about what might be in it (besides 97% propaganda)
And imagine:
Elvis dies, and one angel who happened to hear about it passes a demon in the lobby of Their Office Building and happens to mention “so I guess you guys got Elvis, huh?”
and the demon goes “no, I don’t think I filed the paperwork on him.”
“Well I’m sure we didn’t,” says the angel.
“You’d better ask around,” says the demon, and they both do, keeping it to the lower levels where they won’t get in trouble for misplacing his file. When higher level angels and demons hear about it, they get reassured that Elvis is actually in the other department, but no one can confirm it.
Since Elvis is actually working in a Burger Lord in Des Moines, of course, no one can find his paperwork. As word spreads, Elvis SightingsTM become a thing in Heaven and Hell as well as on Earth. And there’s an article about it in Aziraphale’s heavenly tabloid.
Death is Incredibly Fed Up with everybody.