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

fast forward to when a pretty boy grabs him and takes him on an interspace adventure. now obviously Aziraphale can't risk human Crowley remembering all this. So he snaps his fingers and Crowley's memories go back to just before he met Aziraphale.

He wakes up with this pretty boy standing over him asking if he's alright and oh isn't it so hot today his poor self must have had a faint spell. Anthony remembered it had actually been pretty cloudy but the sun was suddenly shining so bright so what does he know really.

Aziraphale is like you really must let me treat you to a cold beverage you poor thing. And Anthony is frankly very tired. its been an exhausting year and he really does seem so kind

so he lets the pretty stranger put a stabling hand on his waist and lead him to the nearby cafe

read this one post where crowley goes to bzb and gabriel and makes them remove his memories which manifest as a snake and then when aziraphale comes back he's so shocked and hurt so anyway sitting in my class head empty except season 2 brainrot and i thought. what if he comes back and crowley doesn't recognize him. he gets weirded out by this random pretty guy acting like they're long lost lovers but this time aziraphale is smarter. he drags him to bzb and asks them to give back his memories but when they try it doesn't work. why? wait and see

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.

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

Saw that you like wingfics too?? Please help a fellow lover and give me some recs <3

Gladly! These are all wing-related fics I have bookmarked aka I have read them and remember to bookmark them, but there's probably a lot more on my marked for later list, but that's 24 pages of horror to sort through at some point ajshda

the spaces between

pear-shaped

(don't) say my name

your skin makes me cry

soot and starlight

grooming

with ah! bright wings

indelible

i fell into grace

with drooping wings

surviving hell