There’s A Serial Killer In Your Town. Unfortunately For Them You Are A Necromancer And You Have Fun

Hello Mr. Gaiman, hope you're having a great time.

I don't know if anyone has asked/mentioned this but I've been rewatching Good Omens and I noticed something. Who is that guy with Crowley in the cinema when Hastur contacts him?(S01-E04)

Is there any chance for that person to be you?(This was my first thought because they look like you!)

(And also sorry if there is a mistake in this text, English is not my mother tongue.)

It's me. (And I'm also all the noises the rabbits make in this scene.)

last three seasons spn are crazy. its just dean being borderline suicidal while sam tries to fix it by basically dangling his keys at him and going : “dean look! cowboys!” “dean look! strip club!” “dean look! haunted action figure.”

Meanwhile castiel is like i see that dean is suicidal, this is clearly my fault so i will remedy this by dying.

hello Mr. Neil Gaiman,

I have recently learned that you are British, I was under the Impression that British people are not, in fact real, so are you a.) not real, or b.) not british?

thank you for your time in weighing in on this important matter.

-Marvin

(p.s the last episode of good omens was absolutely cruel, how could you do such a thing)

Britishly.

You don’t think I’ve fought for something bigger than myself? (Bucky, TFATWS)

Okay people have been talking about this but I wanna talk about it too because my heart is in a vice grip over it

The fact that Lucifer looks so vacant when the angels’ spears are on him. He looks so…dead and accepting. Like he doesn’t care what they do to him.

But then when the spears suddenly turn to Charlie…

He is horrified. He is so so scared of losing her, of anything bad or even lethal happening to her. He looks like he’s looking upon his worst nightmare seeing heaven threaten his little girl

(In other words, eat it Lute, he does care.)

Dean knelt behind the table, lining up his shot, when he heard the unmistakable sound of his brother's boots coming down the corridoor.

Click.

Boing!

Thunk!

"Ow!" Sam said, his hand reaching up to rub his forehead.

"Hehehe," Dean giggled, coming out of his hiding spot.

"What the hell was that for!?"

"The kids left them lying around," Dean shrugged, placing the nerf gun on the table. "Cas was right. That was fun."

Still rubbing his forehead, Sam scoffed. "Mom!" He yelled, quickly leaving the room. "Dean shot me!"

the Winchesters' behavior makes so much more sense when you realize they're concussed and sleep deprived for like 90% of the show

“Only Crowley and Aziraphale working together can hope to put it right. And they aren’t talking.”

Oh. Oh this is going to be fucking hilarious.

"Maggie, tell Crowley I am of course willing to accept his help even though this could have been much easier if he'd have just come with me in the first place."

"Erm, Mr Crowley --"

"Nina, please inform his most holier-than-thou that it was his plan that got us into this mess."

"Tell him yourself."