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-St James‘s park, London
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-St James‘s park, London
| In These Stones Horizons Sing |
I CANNOT get enough of drawings of itty bitty snek Crowley. I go absolutely rabid about them. I live for them, i breathe for them, fame and fortune and my eternal love & gratitude to all the artists who regularly bless me with sneckedy Snek demon sweetness.
I see no difference.
Funny, how when I last left this hellsite, Sherlock was still very much en vogue.
Now it is very dead.
It appears the new hot shit are pining celestials and gay pirates.
Now, my children, two men who stare at each other yearningly and would die for each other; two men everyone assumes are dating, CAN ACTUALLY KISS.
I am old, I am tired, but I have lived to witness this development. I am at peace.
I will never not obsess over Aziraphale’s smile in the closing credits, just before the screen goes black on them.
I am so so happy that David got nominated for a bafta for his performance in Good Omens (SO WELL DESERVED)
BUT HOW DARE THEY SNUB MICHAEL???? His performance was immaculate. Especially in the final fifteen wtf.
I just KNOW Michael Sheen is lurking on here somewhere, taking screenshots of Aziracrow fan art and sending it to David.