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Michael Sheen’s visit to the VAMT Volunteering Celebration
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good omens, s2 e1 // mhairi mcfarlane, you had me at hello
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Aziraphale’s look meant “do it again” but also “I am trying to understand what is happening” - Rob wilkins
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Aaah finished!!
Some mistakes in the details.. but I was impatient to share it with us… so
Hope u like it
(Don’t have title for this one..)
Edit : forgot to promote my Kofi again...
So if u want and if you can, support me on KoFi :) For much more Gomens fanart and comics : Ko-Fi/GaelHimself
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doodles from a happier future
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kinda sus crowley has that statue in his house ngl.
a little comic of what i bet happened after that scene near the end of season 1. haha. :)
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azi practice sketches
this one’s my favourite lil guy:
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Can we go back to this for a sec? To Aziraphale having to explain the concept of being in love to the other angels? Because I cannot imagine what a trip it has to be, falling in love with someone when that is literally not something you are supposed to be able to do. When it is something you barely understand. When the object of whatever this is isn't supposed to be able to feel this way either, except as time goes on you start to realize it's happening to him too. And neither of you can actually talk to each other about it.
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Bad. Bad witches. Naughty. But can we blame them? I mean…
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Aziraphale being in front of the humans and having his hands out to protect them (a natural protector, weilder of the flaming sword and guardian of the eastern gate) while Crowley is in front of them all devising a plan to trick Shax and the 1/75th of a legion of demons (being the creative and cunning snake that tempted and tricked the first humans). Anyway—
#okay but the way aziraphale is in front of the humans but crowley is sort of in front of aziraphale…………. that’s what has me in a chokehold#good omens#ineffable husbands
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Good Omens + text posts
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Obviously we are aware of the acting genius of Michael Sheen but the monologue of these expressions are pure brilliance.
Like, he’s flustered by being so close to Crowley, annoyed at Mary Loquacious for cockblocking interrupting, and quickly regains his composure with that bitchy little smile and I’m LOVING IT.
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9. Comfort
(Nightmare 2/2)
To everyone saying it was a nightmare—- 🎉 CONGRATS 🎉 YOU WERE RIGHT ;DDD
(It’s almost 4AM here so i’m just gonna- *pass out*)
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infatuation makes your heart race
love is quiet. love sets you at ease.
and because most of my pieces are mental screenshots of little scenes in my head, here's the scene:
Crowley was tugged into consciousness bit by bit. The afternoon light slowly filtered in, as well as the hum of music from the other room and the weird angle his neck was at. He was warm and content and wanted to sink back into his nap, but the threads of sleep fluttered away the more he tried. Finally, he took a deeper breath, shifting in the armchair, and cracked an eye open just a sliver. There he was, the angel, sitting at his desk. Had hardly noticed Crowley was awake, engulfed in his task of retouching a damaged page. Looking at his hands, Crowley became aware of the fuzzy warmth covering his own and peeked down to see a blanket tucked around his shoulders.
The feeling hit him so hard he let his head loll to the side, eyes closed. His chest tightened and he just…buckled. Finally came undone under the weight of his love for Aziraphale. Its inexorable, steadfast pull which he had been pushing back against for millennia, it had finally caught him off guard, sleepy and vulnerable and so tired from holding back, from refusing to name it. It was a quiet surrender. Crowley looked back at Aziraphale with the understanding of a man meeting his end and embracing it.
Perhaps he could gently pull the blanket to the side and get up. Perhaps he could cross the few steps to the desk and place a freshly made cup of tea to Aziraphale’s right. Perhaps he would hold his gaze, for longer than needed to answer “Don’t mention it”. Perhaps he would ask him if he would like a scone with that. Perhaps Aziraphale would understand that this was not about the scone at all. And yet, what Crowley was asking of him was also exactly about scones. And tea. And quiet afternoons together. Perhaps the angel would finally put down his sword, too, and the world would let out a breath it had been holding for millennia.
the soulmate to this piece, i guess.
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want runs deep in you, heavy and thick, and the dam is creaking under its weight.
want is like dust, thousands of years worth of dust on your heavy shoulders and you dare not move. if you stay very still and keep to yourself maybe no one will notice.
want is like grief, love left unclaimed. want is like hunger and you are famished.
wanting is dangerous, so you smother it.
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