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lesbianballofgender · 3 months

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Happy 55th birthday to our feral, light and fluffy, serious actor and truly just the nicest person: Michael Sheen!!

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livhowlett · 3 months

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I don't know about everyone one else, but this photo of Michael Sheen as Roland Blum:

Is now how I picture Demon Aziraphale.

Obviously more blonde tho:

#good omens #demon aziraphale #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #crowley #micheal sheen #michael sheen #crowley x aziraphale #good omens reverse au #reverse au #bad omens #crowley and aziraphale #good omens season two #roland blum

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reihino1988 · 16 days

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I absolutely adore him in this role and I really want his wardrobe

#michael sheen #the good fight #roland blum did nothing wrong #roland blum

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thescholarlystrumpet · 5 months

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Santa Daddy Roland Blum (Michael Sheen) from The Good Fight

#michael sheen #roland blum #the good fight #michael sheen edit #sheen gifs #aziraphale #good omens #reverse omens #demon aziraphale #roland blum edit #michael sheen gifs #i made gifs

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amagnificentobsession · 7 months

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J. A. Y. Z. U. S. H. C. A. R. I. S. T. 🔥♥️💋

My apologies to @bil-daddy for lusting after @mrazfellco 🔥🔥🔥

#ineffable husbands #michael sheen #david tennant #aziraphale x crowley #good omens #crowley #thin dark duke #welsh seduction machine #scottish sexy devil #the good fight #roland blum #unthinkable

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unlikelypartypatrolbakery · 7 months

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He’s just got a sparkle in his eye

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cuteboymichaelsheensworld · 8 months

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When you're a bitch and a cute bear at the same time

#michael sheen #good omens #aziraphale #good omens 2 #roland blum #good fight

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wednesdayshadow · 1 month

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#david tennant #michael sheen #dr who #kilgrave #peter vincent #alec hardy #crowley #miles maitland #aro #roland blum #martin whitly #lucien #aziraphale #good omens

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aliveoverme · 8 months

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The show 'The Good Fight', where Michael Sheen plays as Roland Blum, uses the same chair that Good Omens uses for Crowley's chair

Thinking about Archangel Aziraphale going to Crowley's flat and sitting on his chair like this-

Also found out that Crowley from Supernatual has a very similar chair to Good Omens Crowley

#good omens #good omens 2 #crowley #aziraphale #michael sheen #ineffable husbands #the good fight #roland blum #archangel aziraphale #supernatural

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bat0nchick · 7 months

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#michael sheen #the good fight #roland blum

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porcelanarockera · 1 month

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My sexual orientation is Michael Sheen wearing braces (suspenders)

#Michael sheen #Bill Masters #Aziraphale #Roland Blum

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michaelsheendaily · 2 months

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I keep seeing tiny clips of Michael playing a demon of some kind. What movie or show can I find this? I’ve been searching everywhere!

hmm, as far as I know Michael has not played a demon but the closest I can think of in personality type to one is when he played Roland Blum on the 3rd season of The Good Fight :p

#asks #michael sheen #roland blum #if anyone else knows anything they can reply to this #hope this helps #michaelsheendaily

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thescholarlystrumpet · 18 days

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Word for the ask game: trumpet

I genuinely did ctrl+F to see if I had used "trumpet" and... alas I have not... pls accept these sassy Roland Blum gifs as apology?

#good omens #tmi tuesday #ask box #roland blum #i forgot to post these so ta da!#michael sheen

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mymultiverse00 · 7 months

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Mrs. Blum

My head is pounding. Over and over again, it’s drumming out a cadence in 4/4 time that I can feel behind my eyes, and in my ears, and all the way down to my stomach. I feel sick and hung over, but I have no idea Why I’m hungover. I don’t remember getting drunk last night. Actually, I don’t really remember anything from last night, but whatever I got up to has left me feeling sick as hell and I do not like it.

I pry my eyes open slowly and am momentarily blinded by a blazing hot sun shining in through a wall of very tall windows. Where the Hell am I? I wonder, taking a moment to try to focus on what’s going on outside, sitting up with a start when I finally start to recognize the landmarks. There’s an enormous fountain outside with dozens of people standing around it, and loud music playing in the distance. The Eiffel Tower stands across from that, looking very regal and pretty, but somehow not quite the right size. Eventually, my turtle slow brain clicks over. I’m in Las Vegas. Why the hell am I in Las Vegas? I really need some answers.

I look around the room a little and confirm that I am in a very large suite at the Bellagio Hotel, and judging by the overturned bottles and dirty glasses everywhere, I’ve been having a party. A tiny twinge between my thighs and complete lack of clothing tells me I’ve also been having sex, and likely quite a lot of it, but with who? That mystery is about to solve itself when the bathroom door suddenly flies open and a very naked and very aroused Roland Blum steps out.

“Roland! What the fuck are you doing here?” I shout, yanking sheets and blankets up over myself to hide my naked body.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Y/n!” He growls back. “Could you keep your screeching to a minimum this morning? I’m hungover as fuck and that’s not helping.”

“Sorry, you just surprised me is all, but what in the world is going on here? What are you doing in my hotel room and why the hell are we in Las Vegas?”

“Well, Mrs. Blum,” he began, swaggering over to join me on the bed. “First of all, it’s our hotel room. And second, it was your idea to come here in the first place, but I guess you chose to forget that.”

“My idea…? Wait. What did you just call me?”

“Mrs. Blum. Unless you want to keep your maiden name like some kind of bra burning feminist? We got married last night, kid.” He flashes his left hand at me, showing off a gold wedding band.

“What?!” I squeaked, scrambling to check my own ring finger and finding an enormous diamond resting there.

“Yeah. You came over to my place last night, crying about some shit that probably doesn’t matter and I offered to fuck you. You said the only way you would ever fuck me is if we got married so… there you go,” he concluded with his hands spread wide like some corny magician, giving me that self satisfied smile he always wears when he knows he’s won an argument.

“So you’re telling me, you drove us all the way to Vegas - to marry me - just so you could get some pussy?” I ask in disbelief.

“You’re damn right I did.”

“Huh.” I sit back against the headboard, taking in this new information and trying like hell to recall any of those events. “Was it any good?”

Roland gives me an offended look. “I’m gonna pretend you didn’t ask me that, doll.”

“Well, I don’t know! I’ve never had sex with you before, not sober or as a married woman. I have nothing to compare it to.”

“Well then, let me tell you, wife,” he says lasciviously, slowly pulling down the sheets to expose my bare breasts to his eyes. “Married pussy is the best pussy. You wrapped your long legs around my head so goddamn tight last night, I thought I was going to pass out a couple of times! Then you did this thing to my ass…,” he shivers at the memory. “You’re a real freak, Y/n, and I gotta say, I like it!”

“And you’re ok with being married? To me?” I ask timidly.

“Fuck yes, Y/n. I’ve wanted to get inside your snatch for years! I got my trophy now, and I’m keeping it.” He leans over and kisses me roughly on the mouth. His beard tickles, but in the best way.

“So what do we do now?” I ask.

“Well, if you’re hungry, I can feed you my dick. If you’re not, I’ll eat your ass until you pass out. After that, who the fuck cares?”

I giggle. I’m beginning to come around to the idea of being married to this foul mouthed lawyer, and I’m thinking it might be helpful if I could remember having sex with my new husband, so I give in.

“Tell you what, husband. I’m going to order some room service from downstairs and then I’m going to eat it while I sit on your face.”

He growls in response, sliding in closer to me so his massive cock rubs against the side of my thigh. He starts sucking a bruise onto the side of my neck and pulling at my nipples.

“After we eat, if you’ve been a good boy, I’ll let you rail me against those big glass windows over there, for all the tourists to see.” His head pops up and he smiles widely.

“Goddamn it, Y/n. I fucking love being married to you.”

“Good. Now, I’ll sort out my breakfast, why don’t you sort out yours?”

“Yes, Mrs. Blum.”

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