Sneak peek!
Poor Azirphale!
If anyone wants to shout out some theories about what happened to Crowley or what Azirath does with the gingers... I’d LOVE to hear it! XD
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Sneak peek!
Poor Azirphale!
If anyone wants to shout out some theories about what happened to Crowley or what Azirath does with the gingers... I’d LOVE to hear it! XD
Bless the Fallen is a Good Omens dark au. Follow #blessthefallenau for updates or subscribe to Mordelle on Ao3 and FF!
Sneak peak of next scene!
Demon Azirapahle! Aka Azirath.
Wonder he’s up to... hmmmm...
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Time for a nap. #blessthefallen #memorialday2021 (at Washington D.C.) https://www.instagram.com/p/CPhFT8dpQxG1iTQ1uTPiTIupb8ngxOQo_ZFEj40/?utm_medium=tumblr
early inthe mornin with no body but the engineer. #workethic #blessTHEfallen #Repost @figgpanamera with @get_repost ・・・ @younggreatness7 somebody tell greatness family I got 100 of hours of footage of him. Y’all need this to keep his name living beyond today. Rip homie yo family getting everything i had tucked 🎥 I film every day like clock work 🎥 (at Planet Earth) https://www.instagram.com/p/BpnFo1AAaJb/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1sa1ij68bwxs1
By all the glories of the day And the cool evening's benison By that last sunset touch that lay Upon the hills when day was done, By beauty lavishly outpoured And blessings carelessly received, By all the days that I have lived Make me a soldier, Lord. By all of all man's hopes and fears And all the wonders poets sing, The laughter of unclouded years, And every sad and lovely thing; By the romantic ages stored With high endeavour that was his, By all his mad catastrophes Make me a man, O Lord. I, that on my familiar hill Saw with uncomprehending eyes A hundred of thy sunsets spill Their fresh and sanguine sacrifice, Ere the sun swings his noonday sword Must say good-bye to all of this; - By all delights that I shall miss, Help me to die, O Lord.
Lieutenant William Noel Hodgson, 29 June, 1916.
never....will ever, get old.