My favorite part about Good Omens is that at any given moment Michael Sheen looks ready to climb David Tennant like a tree
you whore (affectionate)
headcanon that Crowley can't keep away from the bookshop because he likes to be extra miserable, and more often than not he ends up drunk, ranting at Muriel about everything and mostly Aziraphale. (Muriel nods at the rights places while holding a glass of wine).
At some point Crowley just make them get in the Bentley (in the backseat, with the plants) and drives while ranting. Muriel is just happy to be included.
Crowley puts sad loves songs and sings along, Muriel does the back vocals, badly and enthusiastically. They both suck.
Anyway, Crowley not being alone in his sadness, and Muriel just happy to have a (grumpy) friend.
The Barbie movie reminded me about how when I was little my parents were upset that I kept making my Barbie dolls kiss, so they bought me a Ken doll. The next day they found me having a funeral for poor Ken in the garden, he had died of tuberculosis. All the Barbies were in attendance and I buried him under our rose bush. The Barbies were too poor to afford a headstone (it was 1875) so I didn’t mark where the grave was and I never could find him again. He’s probably still there.
@satandidnothingwrong your tags are fucking killing me
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