maybe we’re like okay right now there isn’t anything to do so we go away now and two days later we are *~out of coincidence~* at nearly the same place and then there is this explosion and we all runn towards it?

Ooh, that would work!

Crowley, Newt, would you guys be okay with this one?

Make the explosion very secluded…?

I think I’m misinterpreting what you’re saying, because, to me it sounds like you’re saying that the explosion would poof them into the future.

It’s a great idea, the thing is the thread with Cas, Sherly, River and Crawl takes place two days after the apothecary-thread. If I didn’t misunderstand

Ah. That does throw a bit of a wrench in the blow-shit-up-as-a-plot-device thing. Hm.

Anyone have ideas on how to get Anathema, Newt, CrowleyKingOfHell and Aziraphale two days in the future?

We haven’t really done much for figuring out what’s going on. So I think it’s time for someone to make an executive decision.

Unless someone has a better idea, I say that we should have an explosion occur somewhere and draw their attention (Or other large, loud event. Gunshots, lots of screaming people, redo of the London Fire, or something. May end up being illusion, might not be.). They hurry to where it seems to have happened, but along the way someone catches sight of the news and points it out, since it seems to be relevant to what they’re doing.

(via starsfires)

oh-hello-there-pretty:

Dick Roman, ‘Poc’lypse Day, Sammy’s gone a bit cray cray.

Back Together, John Winchester, Harvelle’s Roadhouse.

Mary Campbell, Zachariel, Stuck on TV, ‘Zazel’s visions.

South Dakota, Singer Salvage, “You will always say yes”.

Castiel, All the Souls, SugarLips, Balthazar.

Crowley, King of Hell, and Listen for the Reaper’s Bell.

Call out Christo, Meg’s gone green, “We don’t want one queen!”

Woman in White, Wendigo, Never could say goodbye.

We didn’t set this fire,

It’s always been burnin’

Since the Host’s been plottin’.

We didn’t set this fire,

No we didn’t light it,

But we will fight it.

The Morning Star, Michaelsword, Lilith and Mother Dear, Eve.

Lily Dale, Becky Fangirl, “Endless lines rock!”

Anna, Lis’n’Ben, that gal Cassie, siren Nick.

Runnin’ till The End falls, “All Hell Broke Loose”.

Gabe kills Dean, Earth ain’t got a winning team.

Sam Campbell, Alpha Vamp, Cas must use the Samulet.

Talbot, Zombieland, Pleasantville, Devereaux.

Lost his Grace, “Learn your place”, Troubled by God’s Fate.

We didn’t set this fire,

It’s always been burnin’

Since all Hell’s been plottin’.

We didn’t set this fire,

No we didn’t light it,

But we’ll try to fight it.

Little Cas, Dean is back, Prophet Chuck, Cruel God.

Colt’s Colt, In-A-Lake, “How much more can we take?”

Lawrence, Cas was your best friend, California bonfire.

Black eyes, Henrickson, children of the Changeling.

AC/DC, “chick flicks”, Missouri, Angels.

Ruby’s knife, free pie! The Colt is a no-go.

Baby-in-a-corner, baby-in-a-trenchcoat.

Giant Slinkys, Unicorns, Luci’s walking Earth free.

We didn’t set this fire,

 It’s always been burnin’

Since everyone’s been plottin’.

We didn’t set this fire,

No we didn’t light it,

But we’ve tried to fight it.

Lovecraft, Shurley, “At the End Of This Book”

Shotgun, Iron, Sainted exorcism.

Crossroad Demon Deal, British Kleptomania

Sam’s Dead, Dean’s dead, Missouri, the Winchester boys.

God’s Dead, Luci’s Caged, lots of Hunter/Demon sex.

Jessica, Brady, what else could have started it?

We didn’t set this fire,

 It’s always been burnin’

Since Prophet’s been plottin’.

We didn’t set this fire,

No we didn’t light it,

But we can’t fight it.

“Keep it in your pants, Dean!”, “No, Sam, not again!”.

Money shot, Magic fingers, Amy got a chest-knife.

War in Heaven, Leviathans, oh-fuck-it’s-an-airplane.

Lilith walks the Earth, Eve’s not in Purgatory.

“Doc Sexy”, their home, sturdy ol ‘Pala.

Cupid hugs, leprechauns, drink, blood, Lucifer.

Breaking in for a beer, “I’m not a soldier, Dean.”

Dad’s gone on a hunting trip, “Okay, bro, let’s do this.”

We didn’t set this fire,

 It’s always been burnin’

Since the world’s been dyin’.

We didn’t set this fire,

No we didn’t light it,

And we can’t fight it.

We didn’t start this fire 

But now we are done

 Will it still burn on, and on, and on, and on?

ravenhairedchaos:

justicemuffins:

It stops the messages in certain posts from getting trimmed. :)

[[Yes pleeeeeeaaaasssssssseeeeeeee.]]

(via moons-ganef)

king-ofhell:

angel-with-a-bookshop:

tall-dark-but-not-handsome:

Newt happily hugger Anathema back, realizing just how much he’d missed her, even though she hadn’t been away that long. Just as he was about to answer her question, she turned to a man he hadn’t seen before, and Newt awkwardly closed his mouth again. When it looked like he wouldn’t be interrupting if he said something, he smiled slightly and answered the question. 

“Greasy Johnson had it. Not sure how he got his hands on it, but I managed to get it back,” he said proudly. 

He then turned to look at the three men. Two of them he knew: the angel and the demon that had been present at the almost- end of the world. “Hello! Long time no see,” he said, and then turned to the third man. Newt wasn’t entirely sure why, but that man seemed rather intimidating. “Nice to meet you,” he said, and held out his hand to greet him, 

Aziraphale replied to Newts greeting with a hello and then turned to watch his Crowley copy the symbols.  He stepped closer and tried looking over the demons shoulder. „Crowely dear, if you write like that you’re going to smear the pencil. It would be rather unfortunate if we couldn’t read it afterwards.“

Crowley waved dismissively towards Anathema. “Don’t worry about it, love. I don’t usually take repayment in pounds,” he said with a devilish smirk. He then turned to the man standing next to Anathema. He seemed relatively harmless. Crowley shook the man’s hand, “Likewise. Name’s Crowley.” He didn’t feel the need to introduce himself further. He figured someone would let him in on it eventually.

Crowley turned toward the fallen-angel Crowley and watched him write down the symbols, glad that the thing that seemingly stole his name was intelligent. The angel Aziraphale was speaking to the other Crowley and he didn’t really feel like listening so Crowley started pacing the patch of land again, mentally assessing the amount of theoretical paperwork he’d have when he returned to Hell.

Anathema shrugged. If the King of Hell didn’t want his money back, then he wasn’t getting his money back.

Absently, she leant back against Newt as she watched the various supernatural beings all but tripping over themselves as they tried to figure out what had happened here. She didn’t really think there was much she could do at the moment, as most of the things she could do would require her to be able to sense what had happened here, which, as previously mentioned, was not happening at the moment.

“Johnson had it? Really?” she sighed. “When will that boy grow up and learn to behave himself? I know he’s still only in his late teens, but still. By his age, I was helping stop the Apocalypse, the least he could do is learn to not take every single little thing he runs across.”

Anonymous asked: 19, 31

What is your favorite dish?

A nice, spicy curry. Preferably beef, though lamb is a close second. I’m not very picky about what kind of curry, though.

What do you prefer, jeans or skirt?

Skirt is so stereotypical for witches, don’t you think? Personally, I like jeans, just for the pockets. Pockets means I don’t have to carry a purse, after all.

Anonymous asked: 35

Describe your dream date.

Really, I’m not the sort to go for fancy dinners or anything. Give me a nice dinner at home, and a night of watching the stars on a blanket in the backyard, and I’m perfectly happy.

(Though, since we’re in London right now, I’ve been thinking that it might be nice to take Newt out somewhere nice after this murder business has been taken care of. Goodness knows we’ll probably need a break before going back to Lower Tadfield.)