Somewhere in the bookshop, I know Aziraphale has this.
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Somewhere in the bookshop, I know Aziraphale has this.
Good omens headcanon
Crowley used to model for art classes. He thinks it's neat. The students love him because he just wears it with confidence, and he can do bendy bendy different impossible poses. It would explain why so many paintings of him would, years later, be discovered and hung in museums.
This would also explain why Aziraphale is so good at drawing.
What if we kissed under our feathers while rain pours as we stare into each other's eyes lovingly...haha
Nanny Ashtoreth, I can respect her. Actually, her very presence invites respect.
Crowley on the other hand, Anthony J. Crowley... he is a joke.
Angel with a shotgun (ft. Muriel of the 37th class) (prod. by Aziraphale) (special thanks to Anthony J. Crowley for the background scream track)
Crowley (read: Bentley) has been playing ’Dreamer’s Ball’ by Queen on repeat for the last 2 hours and he hasn't missed a SINGLE word. He's now having a full-on concert to one song. send Help.
You ever find a fic that's so unexpected that you just *have* to read it? Could ve rare-pair, extremely out-of-pocket, or like just *super* *w i l d*? My was this
Like i want to know what the author was smoking and where did it come from?