The Expression In The Last Photo Is Everything! All Pictures Are Beautiful, But That One Made Me Laugh

The expression in the last photo is everything! All pictures are beautiful, but that one made me laugh

I saw a picture of an orange kitten with a sign behind it. The sign said, "Julius, pure of heart. Dumb of ass."

My first thought was, "If that doesn't fit John Dory I don't know what does".

John Dory's Best Friend AU Story

I have started writing this fan fiction. I have four chapters posted to Fanfiction.net and Archive of our own as I write this. The story is called Fish and Flower by Jillian Fahey. Yes, the chapters may be shorter. I have a solid idea of three points of the story and how it will be an open ending. But actually getting the story to do things is not always smooth. It will be mostly focused on John Dory, his friend/my OC Lily, and Branch with the other brothers mentioned. I hope you check it out.

A few months after the events of TBT and everything calms down/ the trolls are healing.

Lily showing her stump, "The Bergan chief would have made me into soup if it wasn't for this guy." Seeing the bros horrified faces, "I know, I would have been a better pizza."

Bruce: Looking at Lily concerned, "Is dark humor how you handle a depressive episode?"

Lily, "Episode? Papa blue this is a depressive series that's in season twenty and still going strong."

Bruce looked at Brandy who immediately called the family therapist.

Good Omens Family: Sarah's six year old blessing incident

Yesterday after my first post about this I was wondering, how did Aziraphale and Crowley's daughter learn that heaven and hell were real? And I remembered how Hastur would probably try to use Sarah to get back at Crowley.

So one sunny summer day as Crowley chills as a snake in the garden keeping an eye on Sarah while he also dozed in the sun. She was just reading while leaning against the base of the tree that had been there when Zira and Crowley had moved into the cottage. All of the plants were also watching over her, they knew that as long as she was around Crowley would not punish them because she wanted to see them get better.

It was much like most other sunny afternoons with Crowley fondly thinking of how Sarah was so much like his Angel when he fell asleep. After the sleep had deepened partly naturally and partly due to a repression spell that was aimed at him for that purpose. Everything carefully set Hastur who had possessed the body of a little old lady and walked along the lane. In front of the little cottage he caused the body to drop the large basket spilling the contents.

Sarah's attention was drawn by the noise and quickly hurried up to her gate to see what the problem was. A look to her sleeping dad to check before she exited the gate, "Would you like some help?" The six year old asked the being posing as a harmless granny with all the innocence and trust of childhood.

With as warm of a smile that Hastur could draw out of the body, "That would be lovely dear." Coming closer Sarah picked up the spilled vegetables and held the basket up for the possessed granny to take. She was close enough for him to fully grab now but the smell was causing his vessels nose to twich. And the granny let out a sneeze.

Sarah looked up at him, "Bless your soul." Then she started screaming as the grandma was set on fire. Crowley, like any parent, woke up in a panic on hearing the sound and instantly turned back to his more human form.

Darting out as fast as a snake Crowley jumped over the fence and pulled Sara away from the flaming grandma before summoning water to douse the poor woman. Sending the grandma to the hospital with a wave of his hand Crowley quickly knelt down to comfort his sobbing daughter, "I'm a murderer!"

"Shhh, it's alright dove," wrapping her in his arms and picking her up, "I'm here." Walking into the house, "The granny's not dead either so you're not a murder." After getting Sarah a cup of tea and some biscuits she was finally calm enough to answer, "Can you tell me what happened before she was on fire?"

Sarah was a stress eater so she downed three biscuits before answering, "She dropped her basket so I asked if she needed help. When she said yes I picked up her vegies and put them back, and as I handed her back her basket she sneezed." Crowley was watching her carefully as the kid finshed, "So I blessed her like Papa said to."

"And she caught fire after you blessed her?" Crowley had leaned forward and there was a snakelike glint in his eyes as he asked.

Sarah nodded, "Why did she catch fire Dad?" Before he could formulate an answer her eyes filled with tears, "Did I do something wrong?"

Scooping her up again, "No, you did exactly what you were supposed to do." Hugging his daughter close Crowley silently cursed whichever demon scared her so much to the darkest torture pit of hell. He and Aziaphale would need to find a way to explain to Sarah about what had really happened today.

It was close to dinner when Azirphale got home after closing the library when Crowley met him at the door with a kiss. Noticing the lack of a little girl running up to hug him, "Where's Sarah?"

Seeing the old hunted look come into Crowley's eyes as he answered, "In the greenhouse."

Taking his husbands face into his hands Zira asked, "What happened?" On hearing the events of the day he sat down and they started talking about how to explain things to their little girl.

And that was how Sarah learned about Heaven and Hell. Also there was a new set of guidelines and rules to try to keep her safe from another attack.

I have promised some things on here and started things on multiple sites. Curse my hyper fixation being in between things at the moment so I can't do any of it!