#Carl Anthony

[scenesandscreens]

Plan 9 from Outer Space (1957)

Director - Ed Wood, Cinematography - William C. Thompson

"Now, off to your wild blue yonders."

[got-the-cheese-touch]

the amount of fictional men that i would let ruin my life is concerning.

[diioonysus]

art aesthetics: dark acadmia

[youledmehere]

did you have any other kids? no. one was enough for me.

[sleepynegress]

Captain America: Brave New World Teaser

[deadthehype]

[richonnesbitch]

The one and only Grimes Family ❤️

[flashboykiller94]

Dirty Pretty Things badges, c. 2006

[akonoadham]

[mangoob]

Look! Everything is fine! And they all get along!

They are watching SpongeBob <3

[charming-celestial]

Syfy Dominion season 1 gag reel 💖

(Chris Egan giggling nonstop while Tom Wisdom whips him is ridiculously funny 😭)

[lionheartamelia]

Michonne’s family🫶

[agentem]

"I will not answer that stupid question. But thank you." -- Harrison Ford

For some reason I was worried Harrison Ford and Anthony Mackie wouldn't get along.

[diioonysus]

hair + art

[laudaddysmitten]

Stunning View - Chapter 2

by LaudaddySmitten

(GOAD Writers Guild Official)

Ch 2: “In this honeysuckle grove…” Summary

Crowley, still rather off-his-head on laudanum, makes a lovely discovery in their surroundings, and shares it with Aziraphale. There's more to this graveyard (and this demon) than Aziraphale realized.

CW/TW: Canon-typical substance use- laudanum (but NO dub con); Rated Explicit (Eventual smut later chapters)

Excerpt

With a lilt of curiosity which always led Crowley to excitement, (excitement being the only logical thing for curiosity to lead to, after all), he ruminated, “Ooohh I know it, I know this one! It smells…it smells…really sweet and nice, like …well, like you, angel, you always smell really sweet and nice. But I already know what you smell like and this isn't that. So…..”

Crowley squeezed his eyes shut in almost painful concentration. “OH! I know! I have it!” Crowley jabbed a finger in Aziraphale's direction with great finality, and declared confidently, “It's…Whazzitsname!”

Having made himself perfectly clear, Crowley grinned smugly at Aziraphale then proceeded to look for the source of the smell.  Prickly blades of grass needled their way closer to his scalp as he let his head fall rapidly side to side. Unable to really focus on much with head lolling at the speed of laudanum, he stopped when the world began to spin faster than planetary physics allow. Only then did some of the visual input catch up to the processing part of his brain. “Wait, I think I saw it!”

Crowley moved his head more cautiously the second time around and stopped when he found Aziraphale to his right. (That was very distracting. Does Aziraphale know how distracting he is?) Crowley smiled over his glasses, “are you wearing whazzitsname-perfumed soap, Aziraphale?” Aziraphale blushed, and the slate of Crowley’s thoughts wiped itself clean, replacing the previous jumble of scribbles with a perfectly rendered recreation of Aziraphale's irises in which Crowley was swimming. Crowley's singular attention meant he noticed when Aziraphale's eyes drifted out of focus. “Crowley, is it a plant you're talking about?”

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Best beta team! @olfactoryventriloquism @outrageousring5655 @happynachohologram - thanks for beta-ing this chapter more than any reasonable writer should ever request, and for bullying me very nicely convincing me to write that scene.

I hope you like how it all turned out. ❤️

Thanks everyone in the @goodomensafterdark Writer's Guild! Additional Ch 2 betas: @fishey-me @kotias @sixbynine-da @ghst-signal

Amazing custom fanart for my fic:

Thank you @lexarturo

[ultrakontakt]

don't feed the mew-se :3 aka everyone as cats BECAUSE I CAN!