Made a stupid WhatsApp sticker of him for his birthday. I made it before I saw any other posts so I got worried that people were just NOT going to post about it… turns out I was just incredibly early to the party! Happy birthday, Jack!!! Forever thinking of you🩵
(Un)Happy Birthday to this weirdo!!! (Affectionate!!) No seeing him twice this year, unless a miracle happens and ANY of my family want to go… anyone going to any of his UK shows, give him his birthday present of your ticket NOW!!!1!1!
Okay here I am again, I have seen people make playlists around the theme of Good Omens, and as I like to see, people have added The Smiths to their collections. The only thing is, they’re missing one of the best songs to choose - HANDSOME DEVIL. Guys it’s literally in the song’s name!!
Not to mention “There’s more to life than books, you know, but not much more”.
I’m actually gonna SCREAM what about HAND IN GLOVE????
Imagine finding out you have 90 minutes to tie up a love story that's developed over thousands of years. You create something beautifully in character and completely on point for the plot. You pay homage to the original writer's legacy in a fitting and poetic way and create an ending that not only shows the depth of two people's love for each other but the wider love they have for the thing that brought them together in the first place.
And then you go online to find the loudest outcry is that everyone hates it and "THEY DIDN'T EVEN KISS!"
I feel sorry for people who didn't get anything out of that stunning finale.
Just need to sit here and express this because all I’m hearing is “they didn’t kiss!! The ending was bad!!!”
I HAVE SEEN NO ONE POINT OUT THE FACT THAT THEY LITERALLY GOT MARRIED. (Or at least it’s extremely safe to assume.) YOU SEE THAT GOLD THING RIGHT THERE?????
Literally no purpose of this post other than the fact that I saw Michael on Sunday and. Never thought I’d see the day where I’d discover that a child other than myself was once called ‘big nose’ by a man who often brought fear into life.
bobby loved his children so much and they felt so loved by him. he literally did everything he possibly could to never make them feel as unloved and neglected and dismissed as he once felt when he was a kid. he loved them for simply being. he wanted them to be okay, he wanted to make sure they were okay. he talked the ears off of psychologists one-on one, just to get a better sense of his children, to better understand them as they were growing up, before that was deemed customary. he found ways to be present, even miles away.
and then one of his kids never even got to be held by him. he never got to see any of them become adults. he never got to give them all the advice he had probably started preparing himself for. he never got to walk his daughters down the aisle. he never got to comfort his own children after the losses of their own siblings. even after everything he did, his kids still ended up feeling his absence because of something out of his control.