Master of all snakes XD
Hands up who had that phone tho. ✋
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Just checking....
We all pronounce Miette like My-TAY in our heads, right?
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Neil my dude, after showing my mother season one of Good Omens and my dad seeing a bit of it I mentioned you also wrote Coraline and either my mom or dad (don't remember which one said it) said you must have been a weird kid.
Could you please confirm or deny whether or not you were a Weird Kid™?
I was a weird kid.
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here, have some bi-ace solidarity
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Out of curiosity and also guilt over my own coffee intake. I wanna ask:
Now I'm not talking about when you're studying and so you drink 3x the usual amount or something like that. This isn't me asking what your record is. I'm talking about the most basic, average day, how many coffees you drink?
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Play dumb! Not that dumb!
Good Omens s1ep3/s2ep4 - parallels 2/?
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Neil my dude, after showing my mother season one of Good Omens and my dad seeing a bit of it I mentioned you also wrote Coraline and either my mom or dad (don't remember which one said it) said you must have been a weird kid.
Could you please confirm or deny whether or not you were a Weird Kid™?
I was a weird kid.
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Exactly 20 years ago (give or take a few days) like most French schoolchildren I was given a piggy bank to collect yellow coins (small change). It was a charity campaign called Opération Pièces Jaunes, to help hospitalised children, but my classmates & I were quite indifferent to the charity aspect because all we cared about was the fact that our teacher started giving us a candle in the shape of President Jacques Chirac every time we returned our little box filled with coins.
We were completely enraptured by those candles and the way the president’s face would start melting hideously if we let them burn long enough. Without any kind of deliberation among ourselves we turned it into a class-wide contest—it was obvious to everyone that the point of the Yellow Coins charity campaign was to win many little Chiracs and melt them to make the face of our president as freakishly deformed as possible. We exchanged them for pogs and marbles. We had recently learnt about the Plague in history class, with great relish, hence one lucky girl who managed to obtain a particularly monstrous half-melted face with a big wax bubble reminiscent of a bubo sold it way above the going rate, for 12 galaxy marbles—a fortune. (I was among the losers of this auction, and commented in my diary, with deep regret, “It’s just what it would look like if the President had the bubonic plague!”) Every day after school we went round town begging passersby for coins with something akin to mania in order to get more Chiracs to burn into ever ghastlier shapes. An old lady we ambushed in front of the church praised us warmly for our charitable spirit.
Eventually our teacher ran out of candles and this odd chapter of my childhood ended as abruptly as it had started. Our class was congratulated in front of the whole school for being by far the most ardently devoted to the cause (we got ~15kg of coins.) I wonder if the principal asked our teacher what her secret was to make us collect a truly astonishing amount of coins compared to the other classes, and how he reacted when she replied that she motivated us with busts of the President. One teacher gave a Carambar for a full box of coins, another believed that helping sick children should be incentive enough, but our teacher, an expert in child psychology, was alone in her conviction that the best way to go about this was to hand out human wax effigies for her students to burn.
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“average person eats 3 spiders a year” factoid actualy just statistical error. average person eats 0 spiders per year. Spiders Georg, who lives in cave & eats over 10,000 each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted
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Saw this on twitter and had to redo it
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Aziraphale insisting on continuing to speak broken French even after Margeurite reiterates that she is fluent in English (offensive tbh). An angel insisting on having it his way, his romantic version of reality...
Aziraphale learned French the hard way, what else will he have to learn the hard way?
During the Final Fifteen, there’s flashbacks to the Metatron’s and Aziraphale’s conversation. Why are they having this discussion at Marguerite’s? It’s early morning. Marguerite’s seems to be an evening restaurant(lunch at the earliest). All of the chairs are stacked on top of the tables, but interestingly all the fairy lights are turned on. There seems to be some lights on inside where they would be setting up for the day. The lights inside are not very bright though. It seems the conversation is taking place there because the restaurant is closed at this time. It would be hard to have this conversation at Nina’s coffee shop, because it’s bustling during the morning. But Marguerite’s wouldn’t be. It would be quiet. No humans interrupting just two angels… having a very nice and polite conversation with absolutely no manipulation at all…
*sarcasm
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high school is soo funny in hindsight. the entire time you're there thinking it's the most important period of your life and then the second you're out you're like well that was fucking stupid
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now they do this every time they have to walk into a church
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I've been thinking about this scene a lot and how kind Crowley is to Aziraphale, being a safe harbor for Aziraphale, something heaven was supposed to be to Crowley but never was.
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