There was the ting of a receiver going back on the hook, and then Shadwell’s voice, no longer metaphorically crouched in deference, said, ’ “Dear boy!” Ye great Southern pansy.’
“
ULTIMATE THREESOME.
They are so adorable. Look at all the stories. All of them - 80% at least - run as follows:
Poirot/Hastings/Japp insults Hastings/Japp/Poirot’s ability to do his job/value as a friend. The rest of the episode is the hurt lover trying to prove the meanie wrong. He usually succeeds.
Not to mention all the ones that start with a triple date -!
Sorry. I just ship these people. Yes, it’s slightly ridiculous. Just like me, in other words.
The bit where that stunningly pretty girl in your Psych class, the one who’s a dead ringer for the Princess from Doorways and you’ve always thought looked like a model, turns out to be…a model.
Weird.
And today we’re showing you a 40-feet tall bookcase. Created by designer Sallie Trout, this special homemade bookcase requires a remote-controlled chair to provide access to some sections of this improvised library.
via Modern Home Bookcase Is 40 Feet & Simply Loves Storing Books
Convenient and easy to use.
YES. THIS, PLEASE.
“And then we find the child.”
“And then what?” The angel shut his eyes as the car crabbed around a corner.
“Don’t know.”
“Good grief.”
“I suppose – get off the road you clown – your people wouldn’t consider – and the scooter you rode in on! – giving me asylum?”
“I was going to ask you the same thing – Watch out for that pedestrian!”
“It’s on the street, it knows the risks it’s taking!” said Crowley, easing the accelerating car between a parked car and a taxi and leaving a space which would barely have accepted even the best credit card.
“Watch the road! Watch the road! Where is this hospital, anyway?”
“Somewhere south of Oxford!”
Aziraphale grabbed the dashboard. “You can’t do ninety miles an hour in Central London!”
Crowley peered at the dial. “Why not?” he said.
—Gaiman & Pratchett, Good Omens.
Aziraphale/Crowley/the Bentley. OT3.
In the background Crowley and Aziraphale met on the tops of buses, and in art galeries, and at concerts, compared notes, and smiled.
“
| — |
Good Omens, Pratchett & Gaiman. THEY ARE NOT AT ALL DATING. ART GALERIES AND THE TOPS OF DOUBLE-DECKERS AND CONCERTS. NOPE. NOT IN THE LEAST. |
The only time Crowley had bought petrol was once in 1967, to get the free James Bond bullet-hole-in-the-windscreen transfers, which he rather fancied at the time.
“
| — | GOOD OMENS, GAIMAN & PRATCHETT. |
Crowley fumbled vaguely in an inside pocket and produced a pen. It was sleek and matte black. It looked as though it could exceed the speed limit.
“
| — |
Good Omens, Pratchett & Gaiman. This - apart from the speed limit bit, which I love by itself - just makes me think: “I said, angel, could you pass me a pen.” “Of course, dear boy. Where -?” “Jacket.” |
