Anthony Soon Learns That Mr. Fell Is Apparently Taking Care Of His Sister's Son For Some Time

Anthony soon learns that mr. fell is apparently taking care of his sister's son for some time

cue comedy sequences where Anthony gets introduced to Baby Jesus 2.0 . heaven and hell are looking all over for him.

i want to see crowley accidently saving everyone's asses in increasingly absurd ways

i wanna see the snake curl around wherever aziraphale is. never leaving but never coming closer.

i want aziraphale to get hurt saving Anthony and this poor man has no idea whats going on but like hell is he gonna let some random cosplayers hurt his only friend (and kind of crush ;p)

i want them to him to kiss aziraphale after a really close call and immediately faint disney princess style.

i want him to wake up with golden snake eyes

"Aziraphale?" except this time the name is not being said with confusion but with 6000 years of history and love behind it

and then i want them to fuck shit up together.

continuation of my little post

its only after he enters the cafe that he remembers why its a bad idea. for one its the cafe right across the bookshop whose owner keeps giving him sad looks. plus he has no memory of his ENTIRE LIFE which has made conversing with anybody very difficult this past year. and for some reason Anthony doesn't want this pretty man to think he's weird.

but for some reason its nothing like that. the man tells him he's a manager for some bigshot company and asks Anthony questions as if he's actually interested in the answers. and if for some reason he never asks about where Anthony's from he's too glad to really question it.

ok but what if the hagra community is exactly as wholesome and pretty as initially presented and then they just go batshit crazy for 9 days every 90 years

saw that little leopard print shoe stopping the door total james bond style and i FUCKING KNEWWWWWWW

i think we decide if we want to live or not when we're teenagers. and those decisions stay with us for the rest of our lives. i decided to die. i think about it often. some days i think i've been dying ever since

he went to jail for crepes and now he's giving everything up to go to heaven to make things right for his demon

the things love makes you do

You meet god and she's mostly dead fish. You ask her why and she says most of the world is dead fish, and she's made herself to appeal to the most common denominator, the everyman funnyman comedy show that runs for eleven seasons but with the entire universe in mind. You ask her how much of the dead fish is your fault, she says it's far less than you'd think, in the grand scheme of things. You ask her if you matter at all. If you can do anything. She shrugs her rotting shoulders and says mattering is a made-up concept, like life, but sure, you can matter if you want to, on some scale. She has many scales. She doesn't know what you mean by 'anything', but you can do everything you can. You ask her if it's enough. She says there's no base requirement for deserving to exist. She's smoking a joint and the smoke filtering out of her gills gathers and forms gas giants and red dwarfs. You ask her if there's any hidden secrets of the universe you should know and she says it's not a secret if she tells, plus it's fun to let you figure it out yourself. You ask her if any of your questions were right questions and she says you worry about being right so much it might keep you from fucking around, which is as close to meaning of life as she ever bothered to make. You don't ask but she says she loves your hair, also your whole being, also your planet. She says she figured out what love is yesterday and is trying it out, which explains the ten thousand rainbows and sudden influx in rains of fish. She offers you a drag of her joint and you wake up half past midnight behind a chain restaurant clutching a smoked salmon. The new stars are winking like they're in on some joke and you're sure if you try hard enough you'll remember what it is.