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Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna
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miserablelittlesmugbastard

i love that mayhem is a legal term. like u can be charged with mayhem. its like arresting someone for funny business

hickeywiththegoodhair

the jury finds the defendant GUILTY on all accounts of tomfoolery, japing and generally Taking the Piss

bruhgender

causing a ruckus

scrabblezard

My client pleads not guilty on three charges of being back on his bullshit

crumplelush

Being an “incorrigible rogue” was a criminal offence in the UK until 2013 when it was finally repealed

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hacash

the hill on which i will not budge: the apocalypse, the spawning of the antichrist, the great war, and the whole ineffable plan was just god playing the long game so she could get crowley and aziraphale together after 6000 years of faffing.

hacash

see originally this was just written as pure nonsense, but i’ve thought about it now and am very definitely picturing good omens’ god as one of those fic writers using all the tropes to devise wonderful and impossible scenarios to get her ship together

only it never works because of that whole pesky free will malarkey

hotel receptionist: mister crowley, mister aziraphale, there appears to have been an error with your booking. you’ve somehow been booked into the same room - and there’s only one bed.

god: oh no

god: only one bed

god: what will they do?

god: hee hee hee

aziraphale: not to worry old boy, you take the bed while I read all night in the hotel lounge so as not to make you feel uncomfortable. angels don’t need sleep anyway, you know.

god:for the love of me.

angels-dining-at-the-ritz

Aziraphale: You know, my dear, I was told I should relocate to London.

Crowley: That’s funny, I’m supposed to go there, too. I hear it’s going to become all the modern rage, that city.

Aziraphale: Perhaps we will see each other more often, then.

Crowley: Might make the Arrangement a bit easier.

Aziraphale: Er, yes. Quite.

Crowley: Do you have any particular place in mind, yet?

Aziraphale: Well, I have my eye on one little shop in Soho, purely as a disguise of course, but I don’t think it’s big enough to move in, too.

Crowley: Well, I’m getting a large flat. Inspiring greed, y’know. That kind of stuff. Enough room for a second bedroom. If - um, if you need a place to stay…

Aziraphale: Oh, I couldn’t possibly impose on you like that. Maybe I’ll just miracle up a little backroom for now. Just until I’ve found an adequate flat.

God; …are you serious??

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