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The Stonewall Inn
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Updated commission info!!!
ok I know everyone’s considered Ryland grace wearing an “I put the ace in space” t shirt but. have we considered the infinitely funnier option of putting this shirt on eva stratt
I had to draw this
help I’m having ideas beyond my available free time
is anyone else gonna come on here and perpetuate the ryan gosling russell crowe rpf agenda or do I have to continue being the one to nudge you into it
I like this movie
The science pet, always come in handy.
Two eridians and their wet dog
So I watched the movie
and out of the darkness - you you you you you
I drew it
Goodbye goodbye, you were bigger than the whole sky ⭐️🌙
The first gif is what we saw in the show. The second gif is Michael and David out of character in between takes (Michael is wearing his orange jacket, which Aziraphale/Asa is not wearing in the show).
Michael and David are holding hands in between takes and I am dying...
In every time and place, in every lifetime and universe💫
this fanfiction shit easy
In what once was Königsberg, 1960’s
The shearling wool tickled his cheek, soft and bouncy in the way only a lamb’s fur could be. The strands were coiled neatly and kept him warm in his heart’s country. It wasn’t too long ago when he’d have stripped the hide of an animal himself- he remembered many outings into the woods with naught but a rifle and a blond pup following his lead.
Further yet into the past, when he’d gut and tan his kills himself, in barren forests where his prey soaked the snow red and nothing but trees holding his congregation. Things had been primal then, every day a fight for survival. Blood roaring, fingers twitches and teeth gnashing until one chipped.
The cigarette ash had fallen on part of his lapel. He’d brush it off, knowing the pelt would be singed, fingers still twitching even now.
A cowboy doesn’t help with the Texas heat