#I love him
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David Tennant's opening monologue AND song! 🎭 | BAFTA Film Awards 2025
He's in a kilt again, with those adorable little bare kneecaps!
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King and queen :) ❤
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KILT ALERT
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DAVID TENNANT at the EE BAFTA Film Awards 2025 (February 16, 2025)
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EE BAFTA 2025 roaming arrivals :)) <3
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Art by @lenaellsi
Mature, 23K. Complete.
Anthony J. Crowley is on the Central Line the day the world ends. As the planet is thrown out of balance and into upheaval, what remains of humanity is forced into a near-silent life to stay safe from sightless extraterrestrial creatures who have claimed the Earth as their own. In a world of chaos, little does Crowley know that his life is about to begin. A Quiet Place AU.
Written for the Silver Screen Bang in collaboration with @lenaellsi 🖤 Colossal thank you to @gaiaseyes451, @malachitegrey, @the-literal-kj, and @kneelbeforeyourdogbabylon for betaing
Everyone needs to RUN NOT WALK TO READ PLEASE
A Quiet Life is beautiful and tense and hopeful and soft with outstanding world-building and character work. I am so honored to have been a small part of it <3 thank you my friend for your gorgeous work and congratulations on the final chapters!!!
they forgot what they were talking about
#good omens#aziraphale#crowley#aziracrow#ineffable husbands#good omens fanart#fellas is it forbidden by the celestial and occult forces that rule our lives to grab your enemy's thigh when you're wasted ?#aziraphale is gonna gaslight himself and crowley about this so hard once he's sober..........sad.
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Let there be matter, let there be gravity, let there be everything from pages 11 to 3,000,602 inclusive... (Funny if I did the good thing and you did the bad one, eh?)
GOOD OMENS SEASON 2 + the seven virtues and the seven sins
... okay who else is humming "The Seven Deadly Virtues" from Camelot?
(It's Mordred's big song. It's really good, actually. I could see Shax liking it.)
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I am punished by love I am punished by love
Punished - Ethel Cain
send this to all your favourite moots and roll a snowball! KEEP THE SNOWBALL ROLLING!❄️🤍❄️🤍❄️
Happy holidays and end of the year to you my dear <3 thank you so much, I love seeing you on my dash
leyendecker study featuring gardening and a hint of domesticity. original under the cut
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helpless
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changing of the seasons
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Crowley catches him out of the corner of his eye—sipping his tea, a finger holding his place in Sherlock Holmes and eyes directed wistfully out the cottage window at another rainy December afternoon.
“Something the matter angel? Only I can hear you thinking.”
Turning from the window, Aziraphale offers a reassuring smile.
“Nothing the matter, no. Just…caught up in a memory is all.”
“Mm, good memory I hope?”
“You’re in it.”
“Definitely good then. Go on.”
“Scamp,” Aziraphale chuckles setting his book and cup aside.
“Your scamp.” Crowley grins (he’s been doing quite a bit of that recently, his cheeks have never been sore before). He slides closer until he can press a chaste kiss to his angel’s lips.
“Yes. Mine,” Aziraphale murmurs between kisses, the air between them thick with the love they can finally share, and Crowley basks in the warmth of it for a long moment.
They have all the time in the world after all.
“So? Your memory? Daring rescue perhaps? Hopefully one of the ones where I’m wearing something halfway fashionable, ideally not on horseback and ending with sexy results?”
“Oh you are full of it, you preposterous python,” Aziraphale huffs fondly. “Actually, I was thinking about snow. It’s been ages since we’ve been anywhere with proper snow…not since…gosh…”
“Alaska wasn’t it? 1925…”
“I believe you’re right. The Great Race of Mercy. Has it really been that long?” Aziraphale glances out the window again, a thoughtful crease to his brow.
“‘Bout froze my arse off, so I think I can reliably say that yes, angel, it’s been that long.”
“I always rather liked the snow. It’s pretty.”
“It’s just as pretty on the telly,” Crowley grumbles, even as the certainty that he could no more deny his angel a whim than he could deny the rising of the sun settles at the forefront of his mind. Pesky business, that.
Next to him, Aziraphale seems to deflate for a moment, bottom lip pouting in a way that Crowley’s sure is intended to garner sympathy and it’s irritatingly adorable enough that it very nearly works.
“I can go by myself, you know, I don’t need you to hold my hand—“
“Oh stop your grousing, you’ll do no such bloody thing,” Crowley drawls, relenting and taking his angel’s hands in his own.
(Okay, so the sympathy garnering worked, he’s weak, moving on.)
“Close your eyes angel.”
He tightens his grip. Threatens his corporation to stay at a reasonable temperature or else, and then their cottage living room is dissolving around them in a whirl of color.
“Oh!” Aziraphale exclaims moments later, looking around in delight as the snow-draped landscape of New York’s Central Park materializes around them.
His cheeks are bitten pink with the sudden cold and his beaming smile might well melt a few surrounding snowdrifts. The snowflakes catch in his wayward blond curls, twinkling like little diamonds before melting away.
Worth it, Crowley thinks as a warmth blooms in his chest totally independent of any threats. His angel is always worth it.
“S’not Alaska, but thought you’d appreciate this—“ Crowley points over Aziraphale’s shoulder at the statue of Balto.
It may have been bloody freezing, but he’d enjoyed soothing the sled dogs back during the relay. He’d enjoyed talking with them in the night while the mushers caught a few winks. Not that he’d ever tell anyone. Bad billing for a demon to go about blessing sled dogs when he’s supposed to be fomenting disease.
There’s a warm hand sliding against his own, interlacing fingers, Aziraphale stepping in close, and suddenly it’s not so cold after all.
“On second thought, I do need you to hold my hand,” Aziraphale presses a kiss to his cheek. “You romantic old serpent.”
(OP I got entirely carried away, inspired by your stunning art, I hope that’s okay!)
IT IS VERY OKAY THANK YOU THIS IS ADORABLE