Glad That Im Not Popular Enough To Have An Evil Shadow Version Of My Blog That Exists Just To Make Contradictions

AND DJ SUBATOMIC SUPERNOVA IS IN THE HOUSE ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

Theyre so silly <3

My style of 😇👿.

Bildad the Shuhite is Bildad the Shuhite.

Lets seeeeeeeee, I’ve travelled to more than teo countries yes, I have missed a lot of my nursery years and kindy years because my immune system is shit, I dont have a scar but i do have a small dent in my head (its not visible but if you run your hand over it you can feel it) from when i fell during my toddler years (i still remember why, i was trying to see how far i could lean off a chair without falling. Guess what happened lol)

Yeah all of these apply to me.

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Pt VIII good omens a spoiler-free trailer

*walks into church, ignoring the gasps of the congregation* *holds mic to a terrified gentleman's face*

Have you ever wondered, what if the flaming sword at the Garden of Eden was insufferably in love with the Serpent?

*doesn't wait for response, shoves mic in shaking lady's face*

What if I told you, your bible studies are incomplete, because they are missing the most important story of all?

*cut to me in front of a white screen, walking seductively toward camera in a suit*

Worry not, for your prayers have been answered. Presenting, Good Omens, a kind-of biblically accurate story by Sir Terry Pratchett and Tumblr's own @neil-gaiman, now a TV show and queerer than ever. All you AO3 slow-burn hoes, we see you. You asked for it, you got it. Childhood friends is so last millennium, we give you instead, six thousand years of mutual pining.

*hard cut to David Tennant, whom I have stuck to a chair with Elmer's glitter glue* *he struggles, in vain*

Starring David Tennant and his signature slutty walk as Crowley, now in a ginger Barbie edition that comes with demonic eyes, every hairstyle and gender you could ever dream of, and instant outfit changes. It really is a miracle!

*camera swivels to focus on Michael Sheen, who is bound in blankets and looking deeply concerned*

Starring Michael Sheen the fae shapeshifter as Aziraphale, the sweetest, most cherubic murderous bitchy angel you've ever seen. Special features include automatic heart-eyes the moment he is faced with Crowley, a charming disregard for casual massacre in the name of God, and the instant outfit changes. Watch him melt your heart before breaking it! Bonus tip: try giving him sushi!

*cut back to the white screen, I am now sitting uncomfortably close to the camera*

Follow Aziraphale and Crowley as they alternatively try to follow and thwart God's ineffable plan, managing to spectacularly fail at both tasks with a consistency that amazes as it befuddles. Featuring alcohol, a bookstore, and metaphorical and literal fire as things get a little... heated in the Bible fandom.

*crossfade to Soho, I walk along the street as the camera follows me*

If that isn't enough to convince you, presenting also, idiot lesbians giving an ancient demon love advice, sexy horsepersons of the apocalypse, an unofficial wedding combined with burning Nazis alive where the most important part is the handing over of a suitcase, and the sexiest MILF witch Agnes Nutter, a literal bombshell.

*cut to disturbing close up of Neil Gaiman's face* *he tries to step away, and is met with my camerapersons*

Watch Neil Gaiman give you hope and shatter it again repeatedly, in a show where the literal apocalypse is only the background to a forbidden idiots who are lovers-to-lovers who are idiots story that is older than Time itself. Armageddon takes a backseat as Crowley serves gender, and if you thought the Antichrist was adorable, wait till you see him in Good Omens, where his evil powers are directed towards being the cutest kid he can possibly be.

*cut back to white screen, I smile ominously while twirling a human bone*

Good Omens, at your nearest Amazon Prime, with free UST, fluff, Queen, and plenty of tears. Don't miss it!

*text rapidly rolls across screen*

[Imagery has been used for representative purposes. No David Tennant, Michael Sheen or Neil Gaiman was harmed in the process of creating this advertisement. Good Omens will have expected side-effects, including unprompted sobbing, a Pavlovian reaction to bandstands, nightingales, holy water and 'the final fifteen', heartache for the foreseeable future, and intense lust for Crowley's elusive gender. Asmi is not responsible for any consequences resulting from the advertised product. Some features have been excluded from the advertisement due to space and time constraints.]

Best form of poetry

Good omens cold open but in the “I lik the bred” poem format

First poem (Eden) by the lovely @northeasternwind

My name is Az

And when its nite

Or wen the moon

Is shyning brite

To God my liege

I give my worde

But it is false

I lost my sword :c

-

my naem is cro

and when i met

the angel he

get in my head

he gave his sword

he be real nice

i talk to him

i break the ice

-

my naem is cro

an ark i see

i angel ask

not children, yee?

the horn horse run

evryone drown

rainbow now only

give me frown

-

on cross he hang

and i am sad

the demon come

Crowley he said

he ask of why

“people play nice”

says that’ll do

christ pay the price

-

my naem is az

and when i see

my fren in bar

say hi to he

he look so sad

oyster me tempt

he go with me

was fun in end

-

it cold and damp

a kinght i am

the black knight is

enemy frien?

arrange he want

outrage i show

i turn around

away i go

-

an ang i am

shakespeare my frien

hamlet i like

but noone cam :(

I talk to snek

this one on him!

this happy I

have never been

-

Bastille I go

Headless I be

unless the fren

come resuce me

he stop the tiem

he break the chain

he buy me crêpes

lots did i gain

-

the friend i meet

in park with duck

holy water want

i just think fuck

paper i burn

and him i hurt

“fraternize” there

i say the word

-

in church i go

to nazi spy

they fool me gud

i almost die

my hero come

with burning foot

he drop a bomb

and save my book

-

dark night it is

the frien i meet

in car of his

give water deed

he offer ride

“too fast for me”

i leave, am sad

and so is he

Yes

I've asked this question before and been surprised by the results, now I have access to more weirdos it's your problem:

It is the middle of a Sunday afternoon. You have nothing on, and aren't expecting visitors, deliveries or post.

Unexpectedly, there is a knock at the door.

They werr. Playing country. Music in thee. Japanese restaurant.. .

Sillies!!!!!!! I drew them in a restaurant!!!!!!!

I’m sorry this is just so funny for me

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