Everyone Is Out Here With These Fantastic Theories And Metaphors In Glass Onion

everyone is out here with these fantastic theories and metaphors in glass onion

but i just can't stop laughing at miles bron's face when blanc says that he got the box with its stupid "children's puzzles" that took him less than a minute to solve like. that motherfucker was so offended and i loved every second of it

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

still not over the fact that gomez addams' yearbook quote was

I love her not for the way she danced with my angels but for the way she would silence my demons - me when describing the love of my life

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.

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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.

the little date ends and he thinks well thats that. Except a few days later the man who introduced himself as Mr Zira Fell comes to visit the bookshop.

he said its just to check up on Anthony and maybe buy some antiques while he's at it. Anthony is hardly surprised considering he's the one who invited him after hearing about his love for old literature. He did forget to tell him that most of the books in the shop are apparently part of some rich man's private collection and not for sale. Mr. Fell seems only too happy at the invitation to come read some on the sofa

except the snake is on it. now ever since Anthony got that snake its been a rather morose and depressed sort of creature. but not now. now he's glaring and hissing for all his worth, golden eyes large and angry. and Mr. Fell...he looks heartbroken.

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.

came home after a long time and the wifi connected automatically. the smell of this place is familiar to me. the hum of the refrigerator and the fans. the dip in the bed shaped like me and my mother. i'm sick with nostalgia. i'm sick with the thought of losing it all.