Couldn't Hurt To Have Company, I Suppose...

i remembered I made this someday

Freedom to Love

sequel to this art i made a few months back

Someone recently retweeted/reposted Michael Sheen’s fandom post from New Years Eve 2019. And I just wanted to repost it here because sometimes it’s reassuring and comforting to read his words and know he appreciates it and loves fandom as much as we do. ❤️

https://x.com/michaelsheen/status/1212168111279001600?s=46

I think the good omens fandom is one of the best I’ve ever been a part of. I am sad that he’s been driven off social media by people who are not true fans, and I miss his posts and silly chaos. I keep hoping to see him over here someday. I hope he knows how much he is loved. 💕😊

The photos that NASAHubble & NASAWebb took of The Pillars of Creation inspired me deeply. I had to draw what I saw in the formation: A hand reaching into the universe. What an accomplishment for humankind and what a symbol for exploration and knowledge. Credit 2nd image: NASA

The South Downs cottage . . . . .

Thank you everyone for supporting my art 💙

I also have Instagram and Tiktok if you want to see all chaotic stages of creating my art. 

I’m grateful for any support throughout my journey as an inspiring artist 💛

I think I've figured out how I want go3 to end. A card that says "2028, the South Downs". Crowley, yelling at plants in the garden. He stops and his face softens when Aziraphale walks out, but he still glares angrily at the offending plants.

Aziraphale kisses his cheek and says he should come inside. He's made pancakes. Crowley obliges. He doesn't normally eat, but hes grown fond of his angel's newfound skills in the kitchen.

Aziraphale pulls out a chair for Crowley and they sit together. Aziraphale raises his mug of tea, and Crowley raises his coffee.

"To our world," they toast. As they do so, we catch a glimpse of their silver wedding bands.

The camera zooms out and we see two nightingales and their nest. The credits roll as the song A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square again. The nightingales are singing.

So, I started reading this fic, ‘Old Vines’.

And I fell in love with the author‘s version of Crowley who gives a sh*t about gender representation♥️

And I’m horrible with writing comments, but I enjoy doing fanart. So thank you for your wonderful story, @sevdrag ♥️ This is for you ☺️

The story is a true bliss to read so far and i’m greatly enjoying your work! (and now I want to try californian wines lmao)

Nanny Ashtoreth💫

I made a pumpkin with my feelings

(lighthearted GO S3 speculation)

No Nightingales (a Clue!)

Um.

I don't know why it took me THIS LONG to remember that this line is from Romeo & Juliet.

ROMEO: It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops. I must be gone and live, or stay and die.

Can I please just draw your attention to the last line, please?

I must be gone and live, or stay and die.

Romeo is telling Juliet that he has to leave now before he is discovered and they are forced apart/he is killed.

Hmm, sounds suspicious to me...

They've been talking in coded messages since... well, always. No nightingales means Crowley is trying to tell Aziraphale that has to go, he's trying to tell him that it's dangerous - but what's promising about this is that if he's speaking in code, Crowley knows they're being watched.

I still can't say for sure what's going on at the end of the Final Fifteen, but I do believe this is a Clue.