#napping on the job

[dcxdpdabbles]

Finders Keepers

"Do not forget that the new groundskeeper is scheduled to arrive today at noon. I expect everyone to be courteous and to clean up their nighttime rubbish before his arrival," Alfred reminds them as they struggle to sit through breakfast.

Last night's patrol was brutal, and everyone was a bit bruised up and sore, not to mention that most only got an hour or so of sleep.

They collectively groan- except for Bruce and Damian, but neither count as full humans anyway, no matter what their DNA says otherwise.

Tim, in particular, is rubbing his hands down his face. "But Alfred, today's my only day off for the next six weeks!"

"I fail to see how your poor time management will change the outcome of doing your chores, Master Tim," The butler states. Tim cowards instantly at the sight of that arched brow on his grandfather's face and melts into his seat.

Pleased, Alfred taps his wristwatch. "You all have three hours. Better get to it."

They scatter. Bruce runs to his office to clean up all his paperwork, knowing some purchases were not Wayne Industries. Jason hits the multiple garages to ensure nothing bat-related is thrown in the toolboxes.

Dick is swinging by the handlers, taping his hands along the beams and pulling out hidden gadgets. Cass and Duke are walking on the roofs, double-checking the boobytraps.

Steph and Damian have offered to patrol the Batcave and the connecting tunnels to ensure the motion sensors are active.

Tim is told to walk along the property and make sure no surprise holes will appear. Bruce fell into the cave system when he was young, so the new groundskeeper might have the same fate. It's the more leisurely job since Bruce obsessively checks since it happened, but they all know Tim can barely keep his eyes open.

Tim doesn't mind because he must pat his bo staff on the ground, stomping his foot ever so often and scanning the environment with his wrist computer. He doesn't even bother to change out of his pajamas- an old pair of sweats and a baggy t-shirt Kon lent him when he once slept over and never returned. It's mostly just a walk, but it feels like an entirety to his sleep-deprived mind.

His eyelids are heavier than usual, every blink feels like a bag of sand, and he still has to check at least three-thirds of the Wayne Manor grounds.

He is wandering towards the east side of the property when he finds a very convenient bush shaped perfectly to block the sun and offer him a tiny nooch to snuggle into.

He glances back at the house and then at the time on his wrist computer. He has two hours and twenty minutes before the groundskeeper arrives.

"One short nap," Tim mutters, getting on his hands and knees to crawl into the bush. He twists to lie on his back, using his jacket as a pillow. His whole body fits inside, so Alfred will likely not catch him. The scrub is soft, and Tim relaxes into his protective shade. "I'll get up in a bit."

The wind blowing through the trees and the bushes around him lures him to sleep.

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"Hey"

A voice cuts through his dream of jumping over the city, chasing after his family but maskless. They weren't running around the roofs fighting a good fight; the Waynes in his dream were just spending time together. Laughing. Goodnaturely teasing.

It's wonderful.

It's everything he's ever wanted.

It's slowly disappearing as he is coming back to consciousness.

Tim groans, trying to roll over and return to the dream, but the voice speaks again. "Hey, man, you can't sleep here."

A hand clamps on his shoulder, giving him a gentle shake. Tim mutters, weakly swapping it away. "No. No. No."

"Come one, man, I can't have the big boss see you. It's my first day, and I don't want to get fired because I let some guy sleep in his yard." The voice continues, sounding pleasing and guilty.

Tim whimpers, rubbing his face against the cold hard ground. "No. No. No. Please, I just want to sleep. I'm not hurting anybody."

"Ancients....okay. Okay. Listen, I will let you sleep a little longer while I work. I'll finish mowing the yards and trim all the bushes. That should be at least five hours. I must move you if you're still here when I return."

Tim doesn't answer, too busy slipping back into his sleep as a hand gently runs through his hair. He snuggles into the warm palm with a sigh.

Someone gulps. "I'm in trouble, aren't I?"

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Tim snaps his eyes open to see that everything is pitch dark. Oh crude!

How long has he been asleep? What time is it? Was Alfred going to kill him!? What was he thinking?

Of course, Alfred would kill him, and unlike Jason or Damiman, the elder would not fail. In fact, from what Tim could make out in the darkness, a man was standing over him wearing white gloves.

He found me! Tim thinks historically. I didn't even have time to run!

The white gloves move closer as if they were going to touch him. He leaps up with a scream, and a man falls over.

"Woah! Woah! Hey, it's okay, I'm not a cop!" The stranger- not Alfred- shouts. Tim pauses, then lets out a louder scream. The man rushes forward to slam his hands against Tim's mouth.

He glances frantically at the manor- it's too far away to see anyone since Tim chose to nap at the very edge of the vast land Bruce's ancestors purchased.- before hissing. "Could you keep it down? Look, I let you sleep long enough; you must move."

Tim blinks owlish at him. His mind is fuzzy- shit, was he hit with something last night? He couldn't remember.- but he thinks he knows him.

Dark Hair.

Blue Eyes.

Pretty facial features.

Oh, it's one of his brothers. Dick? Yeah, it's Dick. Has to be. Tim is sure. He can't think clearly now, but he knows his eldest brother. This guy has the same color eyes. It's him.

Does Dick know he is Tim's brother? Does he know who he is?

"Dick," He tells the man in jeans overalls, just in case he forgets his name. His brother frowns.

"I know. I hate to do it, okay? But you can't sleep here."

"I can't?"

"No, dude."

"Where can I sleep?"

Dick sighs. "I think there is a shelter that-"

"Take me home."

Dick pauses, taken aback. "What?"

Tim leans forward, resting his head on his brother's shoulder. "I'm tired. I want to go home."

"Where do you live? Is there someone I can contact for you?" Dick asks in high pitched voice, seemingly uncomfortable by Tim's closeness but too bad. Tim never gets enough hugs, so he must deal with it because he wants hugs now.

"No, I want to go home with you!" He whines, and the world starts to spin. Quickly closing his eyes against the nausea, Tim tries to hide further into Dick's shoulder. "Take me home with you."

Dick is quiet for a long moment before he slumps. Carefully, he reaches up to pet Tim's hair, and it's so comforting that he almost falls back to sleep. "I'm going to regret this, but something in my core tells me to do what you say. You wouldn't happen to know a Clockwork, would you?"

Tim shakes his head.

"Right. Okay, taking a homeless stranger I found in the Waynor Manor bushes. Seems on-brand to me. Let's go."

Tim follows.

Who was he following? He doesn't remember, but when he climbs into a van with the words "Phantom Groundskeeping," he doesn't feel worried.

In fact, once he's buckled in, head leaning against the window and pulling his legs up to his chest, he feels oddly protected. The driver of the van is also beautiful.

Like wow. Talk about a work of art.

"I love you," He tells the man, who laughs, flickering blue sad eyes at him.

"Thanks. Take a nap. I think you should sleep off whatever your on and then I can get you some help."

"Do you love me too?"

"....sure. Go to sleep now."

"Will I die?"

"What?"

Tim can feel the word fading away, which is terrible; he knows it is but can't remember why. He just knows that when it disappears, he'll never wake up again. He tells the stranger as such, voice just barely above a whisper.

Glowing green eyes snap to him in alarm, and a small breath of blue leaves the stranger's mouth. Tim thinks he's slowly gaining a hint of horror, but his body begs him to sleep.

Tim blinks once, then twice, as the stranger's mouth opens and closes before he snaps his eyes to the road. "What a time to go mad."

The diver's grip on his steering wheel tightens, but Tim can barely keep his eyes open, so he can't see the gorgeous stranger's face as he whispers. "No. I won't let you die. Just....just sleep, okay? I'll figure it out."

Tim does.

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"Crap!" Jason yells, running up the stairs from the Batcave. In his hand are the test results for the standard toxicity screening they all undergo whenever they fight someone who even remotely deals with drugs.

Everyone was too tired to look at them properly, which means they all missed that Tim's blood was covered in what looked like a blend of Poison Ivy's love pollen and some kind of sleep-inducing strain.

Tim is out there, somewhere tripping balls or cuddling up to a stranger or unconscious, slowly slipping into a coma. They all thought he bailed on his work and deserved a day off so no one bothered to go after him.

Now Tim could be dead.

He rounds the large hall, his stomping footsteps barely covering the sounds of Alfred's smooth voice.

"It seems the groundskeeper is asking for a week off already. He just got married and-"

"Crap! Crap! Crap! Bruce!" He shouts, slamming the door of his dad's office open. His grandfather and father both turn sharply to him, and neither misses the paper that Jason throws. Their eyes widen in horror when they read what's on the report. "We need to find Tim!"

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Jazz wakes to find a half-dressed stranger curled around Danny, a ghost contract with drying blood on the ground, and a hastily made banner that reads "Happy Elopement!" thrown on the wall.

The living room looks like a confetti bomb went off in it. Did she miss a party being hosted in her own house? While sleeping in the room next door?

Johnny- her ex and surprisingly good friend after he stop bothering her brother- is sitting cross-legged, eyes glued on the TV.

"What. The. Fuck." Jazz asks, walking over to pour herself a cup of coffee.

"Morning," Johnny replies without so much as turning around. Since Jazz helped plan his and Kitty's wedding, the ghost becomes a brother to the Fentons. "Danny eloped."

"I figured as much by the banner." She mutters, walking over to the couch his brother and her new brother-in-law occupy. She stares at the stranger. He looked....familiar?

"Yeah, don't know all the details, but I guess his hubby was dying, so Danny pulled a Ghost King contract out of his ass and saved him by passing on his healing factor after they were hitched," Johnny says. Jazz takes a sip of her coffee. "I think he thinks he can divorce him or something. But till death due us part doesn't apply to Halfas. They're married forever, even in life or death."

"Shit." Jazz sighs. "Danny got himself into another situation. And he was doing so well recently, too. Became a groundskeeper for the Waynes and everything."

"Waynes pay well?"

"Danny could have paid off my student loans in four paychecks."

"Damn." Johnny whistles. Just then, Kitty floats through the wall wearing a red bathing robe. Jazz will never get used to the fact ghosts could look so human in the morning, with their messy hair and dazed expression. "Morning, babe."

"Morning," Kitty mumbles, leaning down to kiss Johnny. She glances at Danny and smiles. "They're so cute. I'm so happy Danny found his Core Mate."

"Core Mate?" Jazz asks.

"Like a soulmate but more dead," Kitty explains. "They are scarce to find, but once your core finds what it wants, it's fated. That's probably why Danny married so quickly, even if it was to save a life he normally wouldn't have."

Jazz looks back at the boy wrapped around in Danny's arms. Her brother is holding him like he's the most precious thing in either world, even in his sleep, and she knows that no matter what she or anyone says, he's not going to give up- wait a minute.

The stranger moves slightly in his sleep, snuggling up against Danny more, and his hair falls out of his face.

Shit.

"That's Tim Drake. Danny stole away Tim Drake." She deadpans. "Danny went over to cut Bruce Wayne's yard and returned with his son to elop with."

"In one afternoon? I'm impressed." Johnny laughs. "He really said all services included."

"Don't be gross, Johnny," Kitty scolds, but she's smiling. Jazz just shakes her head, reaching down for the contract. She may as well read what kind of dead-brain idea her baby brother got involved with this time.

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #Finders Keepers #dead tired #trigger warning: Druged #Tim get hit with Poison Ivy's pollen #Different Povs #Danny was just trying to do his job #Tim was just trying to nap #Now they married #Danny did in fact think he could marry him pass along his powers though the marriage then divorcé him #Kitty and Johnny are the friends always staying over and munching off your coffee

[prinsomnia]

smitten 🦋

#illustration #aesthetic #butterflies #fantasy #flowers #maximalist #romance #sapphic #purple #pink #magic #digital art #art ph #art fart #prinsomnia #portfolio #this piece was a bit of a “one for them one for me” sorta thing #i've been so busy with my day job and just clearing out my backlogs and it was so hard for me to realize day by day how little i do for mys #myself anymore. #more and more i feel trapped in a really fucked up world. but nothing that a nap can't fix!! #i hope life has been kind to you. and i hope you have been kind to you. <3

[sassypantsjaxon]

I'm pretty sure somebody's done this before.

#erasermic #eraserhead #present mic #yamada hizashi #aizawa shouta #guy who naps on the job vs guy who has three jobs go!

[almond-gallery]

zzz

#orv #omniscient reader #yoohankim #yoo joonghyuk #kim dokja #han sooyoung #i think i'm diseased. #fun fact i posted more on here in january than i did for all of last year #and now i'm posting again? insane. #it kind of makes zero sense considering i have more going on in my life than pretty much ever #2 jobs. full load of classes. grad school applications. mental illness #but i guess all that jazz fuels the need to fixate on stuff even harder #anyway what if i stick to gradient maps forever #looking at this makes me want to take a nap #fanart #kdj's arm is so asleep btw. it's going to take five minutes for him to be able to feel it again in the morning

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 123

Talon is… confused. Though talons can not feel confusion, according to the Court talons don’t feel anything. Perhaps what it is feeling is not confusion then, but for a lack of a better term it supposes it shall refer to it as that. 

There is… another Talon? A strange Talon, far smaller than any talon it has seen before, and with eyes not yellow either. They were more… green! Yes, that was the color! A bright gleaming green not like any other talon’s golden or yellow eyes hidden beneath goggles. 

Sometimes the Court would bring Talons down to the white rooms though, it knows. For injections or to be cut into, depending on if they were working correctly like good talons should. But sometimes the Court would bring hatchling-talons down to… make better? Make better as the Masters said. 

Hm… so this was another Talon! A hatchling-Talon? A baby-Talon! Only the best talons got to have hatchlings and fledglings follow them, though this hatchling looked too small to climb. Not that it mattered, if the Court has sent and given it a Hatchling then it must be doing a good job at watching the Bats. Now it must simply keep an eye on both the Bats and its Hatchling. 

It shall put the Hatchling in its hood, where the Cold cannot reach it and Talon doesn’t have to worry about Hatchling not keeping up. Not that talons can feel worry. According to the Court, talons don’t feel anything after all. 

Danny on the other hand, isn’t pleased with how emerging from his core early has resulted in him being some sort of toddler. Which A, isn’t fair, and B, is humiliating! Not to mention there was this really strange person who… oh wait that’s ghost-speak. Heavily accented but definitely ghost-speak, with the proper emotion sharing before said emotions are squashed down and everything. 

Huh. They don’t feel like a ghost either, they kind of feel similar to him, albeit… sort of not? Muffled? Ugh, it’s hard to tell with this tiny baby body! Curse you tiny baby body! 

#dcxdp #dpxdc #prompts #talons #court of owls #de aged danny #Talons are corrupted halfas #This Talon's job is to spy on the batclan/Gray-Son and that won't backfire at all #Hey at least Danny is getting plenty of ecto by eating the corrupted stuff from the not-ghost #Curse this tiny baby body for needing naps! #Also curse his tiny baby ghost instincts for Imprinting! #Talon shall teach Hatchling how to do the greeting clicks #Talon has also shown Hatchling to other passing Talons because Look it has been given a Hatchling :)

[fairydrowning]

Start normalizing whatever this is.

#we are in the society where we literally work for 8 to 12 hours regularly and where most people just take power naps or sleep for 4 to 6 #hours regularly #believe me we are not here for 8 to 5 job and we are not here just to exist but we are here to live #pictures are from the pinterest #dark academia #light academia #excerpts #fragments #romanticism #dark academia aesthetic #dark academia aesthetics #light academism #light academia aesthetic #light academic aesthetic

[willowser]

ooooh.....the angst involved in katsuki finding out you've been kidnapped......

#i said alright that's enoug fluff 🔫 #lmaooo no but #when he first realizes it he goes right into hero mode #doesnt have time to even agonize over it bc he's too trained to just do his job #it's not until hours and hours and hours later when he doesnt get any closer to finding you that the panic starts to set in #✿ shut up willow #✿ theme: y/n napped

[puppyeared]

presto the magician!! 🐇🪄

#their motifs are white rabbits and hat tricks!!! #they work as a librarian as their 'day job' and perform on new moons.. their signature trick is entering the stage from their hat #their hair is actually brown but they dye it white to go with their gimmick!! and they wear colored contacts to match their outfit and #helps hide their identity. the green parts on their costume glow in the dark as well!!! #im gonna do shuffle's next but first i nap #my art #myart #my oc #oc #presto #magicians #character design #fur #? #kemonomimi #oc ref sheet #reference sheet #house of cards

[pencilofawesomeness]

It's Team Erza’s turn for the Friendship Sleep Pile

Whoever laid down first is a mystery. Lucy's bed probably shouldn't be this large, but that's the magic of friendship.

#fairy tail #htryds #team erza #they don't have an official name but they're a team now whoops #aka team galuna accidentally made us a team #lucy heartfilia #erza scarlet #jellal fernandes #gray fullbuster #they never got the nap they deserved after galuna #but this is probably after some other mundane job #yes they all painted each others nails before this #let them be domestic I say #jerza if you squint #but its all platonic in nature here #jellal and erza can sleep bonelessly anywhere #tower side effect that works well for mage work and sleep piles #gray and lucy are just adapting quickly #also shoutout to the discord for enabling me to give gray hot pink nails #he shall rock them until he inevitably ruins them with fighting

[tim-lucy]

jealous tim [lucy's version] requested by anonymous

#the rookie #therookieedit #chenford #chenfordedit #tucy #lucy x tim #tim bradford #lucy chen #otp: doing my job #* #mine: gif #mine: the rookie #request #pretend this is related to chenford week because i forgot until now 🥴 #i will participate but my participation might be late with a capital C this year #my half a brain cell has worn down over the last 3 months oop #update: i just realized i typed 'capital c' instead of 'l' #i need a nap 😅

[worldsmostangela]

Aaaaand TIME! Finally-- for real this time-- our final poll has come to a close! It's been a long ride, and all of our competitors have put up a truly valiant fight! But alas, there is only one who can hold the title. Through thick and thin and everything in between, the World's Most Angela title goes to...

...our very own Miss Director!

Everyone give a warm round of applause for our long awaited champion-- with a complete undefeated streak no less! Of course, as always, remember to love and appreciate Your local library director (in any shape or form,) and most importantly: Happy Birthday, Angela!

#library of ruina #Thanks for stopping by everyone; and Fantastic job!! ^w^/ Hope yall had as much fun as I did! #Now if youll excuse me: time to take the worlds longest nap <33 WAHAHA #modposting

[novelconcepts]

fellas. is it gay to follow your girlfriend out into the woods. is it gay to get dragged off by a wolf that eats half your face. is it gay to beat that wolf to pulp with an axe. is it gay to accidentally roast your mangled girlfriend over an open flame without realizing she still has a pulse. is it gay to carry your girlfriend back home until you literally cannot take another step. is it gay to hold her, half-unconscious yourself, swaying, while some feral corner of your mind manages to fire a flare for help. is it gay to hold her head while the needle goes in to stitch her jaw shut. is it gay to make twin masks for a party a few days later so she doesn’t feel self-conscious about her massive scarring. is it gay to kiss your girl in front of god, furry animals friends, and the world? is it gay to take ‘shrooms, run howling through the trees, and have trippy unmasked lesbian sex in the moonlight while your teammates threaten to cut a boy’s throat? is it gay, fellas? is it?

#yellowjackets #taivan #I’m so sorry. this post came to me in a dream #I mean literally I was trying to nap while my wife was on a conference call and the resulting dreams were #this. and also some mental shit about a job I haven’t had in two years

[epikhightechnology]

Desperate times ask for desperate measures aka I find myself unsure of how I am going to pay my rent & bills this winter so I am wondering if anyone would be interested in exchanging some money for my drawing services? I don't do prints cause I don't know how lol but I can mail you the actual drawing. Here's some of the stuff I've drawn this year:

I can draw your blorbo, your bias, your mom, anyone really, just need a good reference picture. Price would depend on the picture, the size, if it's b&w or coloured and shipping (i live in the EU). If anyone's interested lmk and we'll figure it out together? 🙏🙏

#i do have a job but its fucked rn #my boss owes me nearly 3k for previous months but he cant even pay the business bills so idk when i'll see that money...... #bro has like 30eur in his business account rn i am laughing but also crying #it will get better in spring but i need to get there somehow and the job market aint great i must say so i'm trying this first #im so tired #send help #im gonna take a nap now #epikdraws

[muffinlance]

Mini-Muffin 2.0 has successfully left the oven!

Why yes I am already typing over her why do you ask

(Crochet pattern is free here, for any interested.)

#got around to adding that crown to the phoenix #baby approves of her royal entourage #OG Mini-Muffin is being very cute at trying to find games she likes to play #so far he has discovered that she likes to play Nap #so he sets down a pillow next to her and plays Nap too #good job kiddo you're rockin' this big brother thing

[siriusly-the-best-bi]

Ya know what’s curious to me? In Episode 2 when Crowley asks Aziraphale in the cellar whose side he’s on, Aziraphale responds “God’s, of course!”

Ya know why this is curious?

Well, for one, they’re talking about sides. Heaven and Hell. Their respective bosses. Crowley’s response of going along with Hell as far as he can makes sense, it’s what we expect to hear, but when he turns the question on Aziraphale, he doesn’t exclaim ‘heaven’s obviously!’ He immediately associates himself and his values with God directly.

Second of all, In episode 6, when talking about accepting the Metatron’s job offer as the new supreme archangel with Crowley, Aziraphale says “but heaven! Well, it’s the side of truth, of light, of good.”

For the entirety of Good Omens season 1, Aziraphale had always talked about following God’s ineffable plan, which was a noticeably different turn of phrase than those such as Gabriel used in heaven, always referring to it as the Great Plan. This is even the very thing that lead them to wiggling their way around Armageddon in the first place when confronted by Gabriel and Beelzebub.

Aziraphale has always made the distinction that he is an angel and does good because he believes that God is good and he trusts in their design.

Now I might just be loosing it, it is nearly 3am, but this sudden distinction and the choice of Aziraphale to not only discuss heaven in such a manner, but to refer to it as an entire Side, and use the adjectives he uses to describe heaven when we’ve only ever seen or heard him talk about God this way… it just all plays very intentional to me. It feel’s weird.

Especially once you take into consideration the flashbacks we’re shown of Beelzebub and Gabriel discussing the failed Armageddon in their little pub rendezvous. They never once mention their respect ‘boss’. Gabriel says “we are ready for round two.” And Beelzebub’s response is “as are we.” This we that they’re referring to isn’t God. It’s not Satan. They’re talking about the beings who reside in these respective places. The Angels and the Demons. And the conversation then continues with Gabriel admitting, “everyone in Heaven is all like, ‘Well, you’re the commander-in-chief, can’t you just make the war happen anyway?’ Like, I make the rules.” And whats Beelzebub’s response? “That’s exactly what my lot said.”

The pressure isn’t coming from God anymore. In the past, like seen in the Job episode, when there were divine tasks at hand they were dealt with by the angels for God, and God was directly involved in finding the outcome. There was no going through management or filing paperwork or monitoring miracles. And hey, I get it. As time evolves along with the humans, so does everything else.

My question is, is it possible that with these evolutions in the human world, that Heaven and Hell have perhaps learned a thing or two from humanity as well? Already they’ve mimicked the clothing, the office spaces, the entire design of heaven and hell down to the management hierarchy. Is it possible that these wars and these fights aren’t being started by God anymore, but an act of civil war amongst the Angels and Demons? We already see Michaels urge for power and control paralleled and almost foiled by Shax’s drive for control and power and both were the driving factors between any of the Major problems this season that lead to major conflicts between Heaven and Hell.

That brings us of course, to the Metatron. Who is he and where exactly did he come from? When did his position become necessary and why wasn’t he present as the ‘voice of god’ in the job minisode? Why suddenly are all of God’s plans, only being carried out by him?

Do you want to know why I think Gabriel was being demoted and not sent to Hell as a fallen angel? Because I don’t think they can. I think that’s something only God can do, but what kind of fear and control would that hold over all the busy bee’s? No, no, instead, let’s frame it as a Kindness. Heaven won’t cast you out because it will make them look bad! because it’s happened before, so they have no choice but to play a game of politics to keep everyone in check.

But here’s my question. Has there been a fallen angel since the great war? Why is it that after all this time, Aziraphale hasn’t fallen time and time again? Why is it that instead of an Angel falling from grace to join the armies of hell, the response to an act of rebellion is absolute destruction. The same could be said for hell. If you have demons walking around that are doing good, wouldn’t that simply just re-spark their halo’s? Why is it that they’d be destroyed by Holy Water instead of simply returning to Heaven?

It’s because God plays an ineffable game of their own design. They’re not playing with earth, or humanity. They’re toying with the Angels and the Demons. It’s why they’re placing bets with Satan.

When Crowley’s attempting to convince Aziraphale to run away for the last time, he doesn’t say Fuck God and Fuck whatever game this is, we don’t need to be a part of it. He says Heaven and Hell are toxic we need to get away from them.

It’s just so curious to me how this season has carefully and slowly taken us away from the idea of God and God’s Ineffable Plan and instead led us into this drama between Heaven and Hell, no mention of God whatsoever. No narrator.

#thoughts anyone? #genuinely curious if i just need a fucking nap #but also idk this time watching it really just struck me #when theyre discussing sides in the job minisode #they’re talking about heaven and hell #when the question is turned back on Aziraphale however #unlike crowleys answer of ‘i go along with hell as far as i can’ he doesnmt even mention Heaven #he goes straight to god #uk what thats a good point #let me add that into the post rq hold on #fuck me i went back to add the little paragraph and went on a tangent #it is now nearly 4am #so #ahem #shit #i hope this is even vaguely coherent and that people see it #i hope it doesn’t get swallowed by the void cause i think im onto something but im so tired #bi.f.shit #good omens #good omens 2 #good omens 2 spoilers #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable divorcées #ineffable husbands #good omens spoilers #good omens meta #good omens analysis

[ardberts]

i am irrationally annoyed by the results of that poll about which scion could get closest to defeating the wol because we've canonically kicked estinien's ass multiple times, once while he was possessed by one of the most powerful dragons in existence, but the masses voted for him over g'raha tia, who not only has the power to transcend time and space, but who could also go toe-to-toe with emet-selch in terms of both power and wits

#ffxiv #ci.txt #this is just more to my point that the writers have been doing a BAD JOB with g'raha since the shadowbringers patch quests #they've boiled his entire character down to uwu cat boy which is cute and all but it kinda takes all that development and #throws it out the window which makes me really sad. #also i say this all as a person whose list of faves ranks estinien above g'raha #for the record i'm not mad at the voters i'm mad at the writers i think this is bringing up endwalker resentment for me #also if it's a question of estinien winning because g'raha would be hesitant #are you saying that estinien's loyalty to the wol at this point wouldn't cause him to hesitate as well? #come on. #i'm sorry my dog just woke me up from a nap and i'm grouchy pls don't hold it against me