#i’m CACKLING

[armageddidnt]

The Best Things From Good Omens 2

Aziraphale and Crowley dancing. That’s it.

David’s walk and little jump

Aziraphale driving Crowley’s (yellow) Bentley

Normalizing choosing not to drink for a completely simple and valid reason

Whatever the fuck Aziraphale was insinuating here

Aziraphale and Crowley thinking they’re the smoothest motherfuckers in the whole world and then actually rolling a nat 1 on the stealth check

Aziraphale gazing like this at anybody who’s in love

Maggie doing this

This line. That’s it

This one needs no explanation

[novelsandnewfies]

Poseidon: “Hold on. Wait. You went down there?”

Zeus: *eating a snacky snack, pausing only to mumble his theme song to himself* “Yeah. Someone hurt the cows.”

Poseidon: “Yes. Someone in Odysseus’s crew.”

Zeus: “Yup.”

Poseidon: *eye twitch* “and with Odysseus in reach… you killed everyone except him?”

Zeus: *laughs* “Ah, yeah. You should’ve seen his face when he was the only one left alive.”

Poseidon: *trembling with rage* “You had Odysseus in front of you and he was the one you didn’t kill?!?! He’s my enemy!”

Zeus: *pausing, arching a brow* “Yeah, and? He’s not mine. Solve your own problems. What do I look like? A janitor?”

[diorgirl444]

dallas 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 winston

[thesassywitchofthenortheast]

Found on Reddit. Had to share

[polin-erospsyche]

Colin, darling, I know you’re excited to tell your family you’re practically skipping inside the house but remember Pen has little legs and cannot keep up

This man is so over the moon he literally just left her behind???

[squash1]

listen i am a colin greenmantle Hater to the end but him walking around in a tailored suit jacket and boxers while drinking directly out of a wine bottle that he claims has “notes of black powder and abandonment” and wishing that there was someone their to see just how “aesthetically pathetic and desperate” he looked, is VERY relatable behavior. not to mention him narrating his own downfall in the third person and claiming that despite his nervous breakdown in his late thirties, onlookers will be shocked by his “ability to bounce back from emotional injury.”

[sikoi]

screaming crying throwing up

[golden-rolling-hills]

whoever decided to put Tilly and RJ next to each other for bows, I love you. this is so fucking funny to me, it’s giving me life

[6esiree]

HELLO???

[andi-dromeda]

Tara: oh you're made of clay too?

Diana: Well not made of, more like made from- WHAT THE FUCK

Tara, twisting her face to look exactly like Diana's: :D

Grant, curled up in a corner: Do you ever feel like you're not made to be loved, like you can never give or receive love because you're just not capable?

Clark, loved even by the people who hate him, has never met someone he couldn't charm: I know love exists because I exist I'm full of it

Grant: Kill yourself I'm not joking

Bruce, disgusted: Don't you feel guilt for anything you've done? How do you live with the blood on your hands?

Jason, not looking up from the Ancient Tome he's annotating with glitter gel pen: The dog that feels guilt for the blood on its teeth is no cleaner than the dog who doesn't, your guilt will not purify you, you are not absolved by your self hatred. Also I'm always right, get good.

Bruce, genuinely twitching:...

- AutisticRoseWilson (The sillies!)

^^^^^^^^^^^

[latenighttalkinqwp]

yeah get the schools open right the fuck now

[pedgito]

Currently thirsting over the idea of Eddie in those tiny gym shorts that Steve and Billy wore for basketball practice. THIGHS. Slutty little waist. I can't.

this is very tame but it made me laugh because i can so clearly imagine eddie like this.

Eddie taking them from Steve as a joke, snorting at the sight of them and holding them up like a scandalizing article of clothing between two fingers. Steve rolls his eyes because it’s really not that big of a deal but Eddie’s never even thought of the idea of wearing such a thing.

He’s not nearly as toned or tan—sure, he was in decent shape, lean and fit where it counted, but his skin was pasty white and not nearly as enticing as Steve’s. At least, that’s how he looked at it.

Steve insists that he finally takes a pair, tired of having to listen to him rip into him about how short they are, how ridiculous the team looks wearing them—but really, he just doesn’t understand. So, when walks into the trailer that night it’s almost a given that you force him to try them on, even if only for a few minutes.

He strips his jeans off, but you interrupt with a quick head shake. “All of it.” You dare with a smile that has Eddie blushing full body, “Gotta get the full affect, right?”

And he was all wrong, because the moment he slips them on, he’s hooked. You can’t help but stifle the giggle into your hand, eyes lighting up at the sight. The green contrasting against his alabaster skin perfectly, body littered in ink from his chest to his thighs and it’s mouthwatering, the subtle bump of his hipbones peeking out from above the waistband.

He’s always had nice thighs, firm and perfect for, well, everything. A seat, a ride, they were very versatile. But like this, it’s almost unbearable. Eddie can’t even take himself seriously when he looks at himself in the mirror for the first time, turning in a circle for a full view, face contorting up into a expression of disbelief, embarrassment, and confusion. His eyes are wide and comical and it never fails to make you smile.

“I’m gonna have to beg Steve to retire those shorts to you,” You tell him, peeking behind him in the mirror, fingering coming up to snap at his waistband, “they’re really—“

“I think I get it now.” Eddie decides, hand rubbing lazily over his stomach as he takes in the view from the front, junk pressed obscenely against the fabric.

“Yeah—but those are definitely a bedroom only type deal,” You giggle softly, “unless you want to scare the neighbors with how visible your dick is in those, not that I don’t mind.”

“Is that why you used to go to all of Steve’s games?” He’d asked, suddenly piecing it all together. “Does Harrington know you gawked at his ass like that?”

“Oh, he’s aware.” You assure him, smiling with amusement, “He’s also a friend and I support him, but the shorts are definitely a bonus.”

Eddie hums appreciatively, glancing at himself in the mirror again.

“Steve swore it was him that was the lady magnet—but I stand by the shorts being the biggest factor.”

Steve didn’t have nearly as much game as he thought he did, not anymore, at least.

“He’ll never let you live it down if he saw you like this.” You remind Eddie playfully, “Ever.”

“And that’s exactly why this is our secret.” Eddie warns, “Steve couldn’t handle these thighs.”

You nod in agreement, lips pursed together. “Oh, absolutely.”

[selfinserttothestars]

@midnightmah07 help me I was looking through my camera roll and found this drawing that I did in September

What are they arguing about? Why is Grim losing the argument? Who is Daisy sending this selfie todjhshdcjvks???

[hyperfixatedhyperstressed]

Aemond: Vhagar, he wouldn’t give me his eye, it’s not fair 😤

Vhagar:

[just-blahh]

Dan, honey, what the actual HELL are you doing with your hands

Like why was this pose your instinct

[my-actual-girlfriend-im-nayeon]

Did Soph say “Sorry Alyssa?” 🤣🤣🤣