The world according to...
The things my brain comes up with are scary sometimes.
The world, as it would be if it were run by Supernatural, Dogma and Good Omens.
Some time ago, after the first apocol-oops that didn't happen, God, who is a woman in this universe according to Dogma, said "humans are too bloody minded for me anymore. wanna go play skeeball?" and Lucifer said "sure. Loser buys lunch."
and coincidentally, about the same time the two deities swanned off and stopped talking to their ethereal/occult peoples, Lilith and Alistair and Azazel decided to start really mucking around with America because, hey, the boss is away, the demons can play to their own designs. And when Lucifer doesn't come back, they somehow get the idea that he's trapped behind the 66 seals, which is a load of tripe and just an excuse to reek havoc.
So the Angels step in, but they're just as lost as the demons are, because Michael and Gabriel and Raphael and the Metatron, played by Alan Rickman of course, are freaking out over the fact that God seems to have vanished (again!). And they can't find her since he's with Lucifer, and the equal powers of good and evil cancel eachother out and create a gray area.
And the only reason God and Lucifer haven't stepped in to put a stop to all this is because they can't decide whose winning the skeeball tourney (Lucifer refuses to bow down to God's mad skillz, and God refuses to pay for lunch as she left her wallet in her other ethereal pants).
Meanwhile in London Aziraphale and Crowley are shagging like bunnies - hot, sexy winged bunnies...mmm...*drools and looks sheepish* - and wishing everyone could just get along.
And the ducks just don't care, but there's a nice young man in a tan trenchcoat who comes to feed them excelent bread every week.
This is the result of the new Space promo for next week's SPN episode, several hours of watching Star Trek TOS junk on youtube, and reading several enthusiastic reviews for the newest movie. Too Much Fandom Squee!
The world, as it would be if it were run by Supernatural, Dogma and Good Omens.
Some time ago, after the first apocol-oops that didn't happen, God, who is a woman in this universe according to Dogma, said "humans are too bloody minded for me anymore. wanna go play skeeball?" and Lucifer said "sure. Loser buys lunch."
and coincidentally, about the same time the two deities swanned off and stopped talking to their ethereal/occult peoples, Lilith and Alistair and Azazel decided to start really mucking around with America because, hey, the boss is away, the demons can play to their own designs. And when Lucifer doesn't come back, they somehow get the idea that he's trapped behind the 66 seals, which is a load of tripe and just an excuse to reek havoc.
So the Angels step in, but they're just as lost as the demons are, because Michael and Gabriel and Raphael and the Metatron, played by Alan Rickman of course, are freaking out over the fact that God seems to have vanished (again!). And they can't find her since he's with Lucifer, and the equal powers of good and evil cancel eachother out and create a gray area.
And the only reason God and Lucifer haven't stepped in to put a stop to all this is because they can't decide whose winning the skeeball tourney (Lucifer refuses to bow down to God's mad skillz, and God refuses to pay for lunch as she left her wallet in her other ethereal pants).
Meanwhile in London Aziraphale and Crowley are shagging like bunnies - hot, sexy winged bunnies...mmm...*drools and looks sheepish* - and wishing everyone could just get along.
And the ducks just don't care, but there's a nice young man in a tan trenchcoat who comes to feed them excelent bread every week.
This is the result of the new Space promo for next week's SPN episode, several hours of watching Star Trek TOS junk on youtube, and reading several enthusiastic reviews for the newest movie. Too Much Fandom Squee!