And Not A Brain Cell

ohh yeah im a real piece of shit 👍 job please

They call me dc bc I’ve had multiple world altering events and my continuity is getting messy but hey I’m still truckin

They call me DC comics because after this many issues I have no idea what the fuck I’m talking about

#what if this was my last straw?

“It starts, as it will end, with a garden.” WHAT IF IT ENDS WITH CROWLEY AND AZIRAPHALE IN THEIR GARDEN OUTSIDE THEIR SOUTH DOWN COTTAGE WITH CROWLEY WATERING HIS PLANTS AND AZIRAPHALE ENJOYING A PASTRY AND READING

like/reblog if u are:

a bitch

a bastard

an all around fool

an omnipresent all-powerful being

a sparrow

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capable of moving at immense, incomprehensible speeds

an eldritch being

no one will know which one u chose! :D

Got reminded again of my old coworker who was a massive misogynist but also trans inclusive. Told me he believed trans women are indeed women because "only women would be stupid enough to want to be women"

I wonder what he's doing now

“People think that Clark is Bruce's sugar baby” WRONG. People think that Clark is his personal assistant because Clark spends every minute of his existence next to Bruce in a clerk's suit. He never wears a badge for a newspaper representative because he has a personal pass to every building owned by WE. He constantly takes notes while Bruce whispers in his ear. He brings Bruce coffee at charity events because Bruce doesn't maintain any human-like sleep schedule. He spends most of his spare time in Bruce's office. Half of the staff knows him by name and discusses work gossip with him. When they go public, the board of directors asks Clark to sign papers confirming that Bruce didn't abuse his power to start dating him. Clark just laughs at them.

they call me DC Comics cause I also divide my life into pre and post crisis

Really love Ineffable Divorce from the perspective of the other shopkeepers... to them, one day, some gorgeous guy showed up naked on Mr. Fell's doorstep and a couple of days later, Mr. Fell had disappeared and so had the naked guy... so the whole neighborhood thinks Aziraphale ran off with Gabriel and that's why the bookshop is now being operated by this odd little person hired by its sad and distracted owner-- Mr. Fell's abandoned ginger goth husband with the gorgeous old car. Nothing has been this juicy on the street in decades...