He Went To Jail For Crepes And Now He's Giving Everything Up To Go To Heaven To Make Things Right For

he went to jail for crepes and now he's giving everything up to go to heaven to make things right for his demon

the things love makes you do

ok but what if the hagra community is exactly as wholesome and pretty as initially presented and then they just go batshit crazy for 9 days every 90 years

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

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

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

changes and trends in horror-genre films are linked to the anxieties of the culture in its time and place. Vampires are the manifestation of grappling with sexuality; aliens, of foreign influence. Horror from the Cold War is about apathy and annihilation; classic Japanese horror is characterised by “nature’s revenge”; psychological horror plays with anxieties that absorbed its audience, like pregnancy/abortion, mental illness, femininity. Some horror presses on the bruise of being trapped in a situation with upsetting tasks to complete, especially ones that compromise you as a person - reflecting the horrors and anxieties of capitalism etc etc etc. Cosmic horror is slightly out of fashion because our culture is more comfortable with, even wistful for, “the unknown.” Monster horror now has to be aware of itself, as a contingent of people now live in the freedom and comfort of saying “I would willingly, gladly, even preferentially fuck that monster.” But I don’t know much about films or genres: that ground has been covered by cleverer people.

I don’t actually like horror or movies. What interests me at the moment is how horror of the 2020s has an element of perception and paying attention.

Multiple movies in one year discussed monsters that killed you if you perceived them. There are monsters you can’t look at; monsters that kill you instantly if you get their attention. Monsters where you have to be silent, look down, hold still: pray that they pass over you. M Zombies have changed from a hand-waved virus that covers extras in splashy gore, to insidious spores. A disaster film is called Don’t Look Up, a horror film is called Nope. Even trashy nun horror sets up strange premises of keeping your eyes fixed on something as the devil GETS you.

No idea if this is anything. (I haven’t seen any of these things because, unfortunately, I hate them.) Someone who understands better than me could say something clever here, and I hope they do.

But the thing I’m thinking about is what this will look like to the future, as the Victorian sex vampires and Cold War anxieties look to us. I think they’ll have a little sympathy, but they probably won’t. You poor little prey animals, the kids will say, you were awfully afraid of facing up to things, weren’t you?