Fuck It. My Hope For S3 Is That Neil Is Satisfied With The Finished Product. I Hope He Tells The Exact

I love how Percy is genuinely like wtf when Luke says Annabeth - who’s twelve - is head counsellor so he’s under the impression that annabeth is ridiculously powerful when in reality her older cabin mates just wanted to spend their time coming up with ways to hack the government instead of assigning cabin chores

Hoping ‘not talking’ devolves into the cattiest behavior early on in season 3

Crowley: Muriel, can you tell the *Supreme Archangel* that this is no longer his domain so I don’t have anything to say to him

Aziraphale, literally 5 feet away: Really? This is beyond childish.

Muriel, standing between them: Supreme Archangel, Sir, the demon Crowley has said that since this is-

Aziraphale: Yes, thank you dear, I can hear him.

Then literally a minute later:

Aziraphale: Muriel, you can tell Crowley that I was only doing my job-

Crowley: And you can tell *His Holiness* that his job is the reason that we’re doing this bloody ‘saving the world’ thing again

Muriel: Uh-

Aziraphale: Muriel, tell him that I’m using MY JOB to try and stop it

Crowley: OH WELL THATS ALRIGHT THEN

line from the production draft of ouroboros??? when the "wide-eyed hitchhiker" routine we just saw noah do was offer sex in exchange for a lift???

A comic based on one of my fav fics: “The Gift” by entanglednow on AO3. Pages 6-10

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I need to talk about how crazy that one line from season three is. "There's a light at the end of the tunnel""it's hellfire, dean" JSHSJSBSJ what a thing to say omg sam.

slowly going feral over the idea of an spn x tma crossover where tfw get dropped into tma universe. like. the potential that holds.

every time there's a problem, the three of them, in unison, offer "grenade launcher" as a solution (bc lbr even though dean's the one who was super gung-ho abt it sam was also very interested in that one ep and cas would obv go along with it bc he's cas)

the winchesters get roped into working at the institute and cas is js always around and jonah tries to tell them that it's "unprofessional" and "inappropriate" to have someone who's not an employee hanging around like that and they're both just like "tf you gonna do bitch? fire us?" with sam giving jonah such an intense bitchface that it physically hurts him

also the idea of daisy trying to interrogate/intimidate the fuckers who've died multiple times, been wanted for mass murder that they didn't commit, and fistfought god is js unreasonably funny to me

“You are accused of attempted omnicide, what do you have to say for yourself?” “Just one thing, it’s not attempted omnicide, give it a minute.”

To keep the world balance, it is only fair for one Alex to go up and the other to go down. ⬆️⬇️

These two idiots kill me because what Crowley is hearing from Aziraphale is, “I am able to look past your demonic nature because I love you so much, but if there was a way, I would change that part of you” and what Crowley wants to hear is, “I look at all of you and I love all of you”

Meanwhile Aziraphale’s actually saying, “I love every version of you that I’ve known, but I miss the smile you had when I met you and I would give anything to bring that joy back”

Shipping destiel on the cusp of 2024 is like raising your sword for an army long locked in war against their cruel king. They have been feuding for centuries, the winner never clear and no end in sight. But there is a prophecy, aged a thousand years, and it says that in the year 2024 a hero will appear to lead you to victory. To freedom. To peace. And when 2024 comes, you see a bright light on the horizon. You look closer, eager to gaze upon your savior, and it turns out to be fucking jensen ackles, former knight to the king. And you say "sir ankles, have you truly forsaken your king? Have you come to fight for our cause and deliver us to victory?" And he says "lol idk maybe." And in that moment you know with the utmost certainty that when you ride into battle led by sir jankles, you will probably just be shanked (probably by sir jankles) and die in a ditch. And yet. You pick up your sword. For desitel.