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Gonna see thunderbolts 💖

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A mark on your forehead identifies the god you must worship to stay alive, usually by joining its local church or temple. Your mark is unknown, meaning an old, forgotten god sponsored you. To survive, you must either find an old temple to worship at, or do the arduous task of building a new one

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An old and homely grandmother accidentally summons a demon. She mistakes him for her gothic-phase teenage grandson and takes care of him. The demon decides to stay at his new home.

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People Watching - Sam Fender (Starring Andrew Scott)

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Hozier set himself on fire for the dinner and diatribes music video

He took underwater photo shoots for the wasteland baby album cover

He buried his face with real dirt and worms for the unreal unearth album cover

All he needs to do is fly and then he’s harnessed all four elements

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“Even the sinners dream”

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the whole point of life is being deeply moved by art. and bread

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“Good Omens Season 2 will be quiet, and gentle, and romantic.”

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😭😭😭😭

i came here for a good time and look what i get

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If there was an image that defined the Good Omens fandom's excitement for Season 2, I think we found it.

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Rewatching stranger things and holy shit I just noticed something

We know that the first episode of season 5 is called "the crawl" and in the last episode of season 4 Steve mentions something about "crawling backwards" while talking to Nancy WHAT DOES THAT MEAN and then he says "crawl forward"

AND THEN THE THIRD TIME HE SAYS "now I'm crawling forward"

Don't know what is going on with all this crawling stuff but in master of the puppets there's the "come crawling faster" line so there's definitely something to do with crawling

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I hear a lot of people bitching that they can’t leave kudos multiple times per story, or can’t leave kudos on every chapter, or whatever.

Well, take a page out of this marvelous book, because I swear I’ve never been so happy to receive kudos as waking up to multiple people having done this on multiple chapters on a story I just posted.

The bar just got raised, folks.

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Neil Gaiman: *creating a new beloved character*

Neil Gaiman: I shall bestow upon this one the highest honor I can give...

Neil Gaiman: *gives them a really bitchin' coat*

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Picked up an old unfinished wip, fixed the lines and gave it a bit of shading:) This is from my Vampire AU — Monster — where Crowley is a rockstar who plays on Aziraphale family's gardrn party (and causes some havoc by the end of it).

"Anthony J. Crowley." Aziraphale recites, his eyes momentarily sliding along the man's body despite himself, his cheeks growing hot. "Oh, good Lord!"

Aziraphale knows this look from countless posters and various adverts, but meeting Anthony J Crowley, the famous rockstar, in person is an experience on its own.

Crowley looks like the star he indeed is—there are dark glasses on his nose, his vibrant red hair is artfully tied back in a sort of half-bun, wisps falling over his shoulders. The only thing covering his torso is a black leather waistcoat with a fringe, leaving his chest and flat stomach on a full display, red electric guitar flung over his shoulder.

The corners of Crowley's lips turn downwards in a peculiar sort of smile, as he surely notices what effect he has on Aziraphale. "You know what's the worst part of being recognisable? No one ever calls you by your name anymore," he says, and then adds, "It's just Crowley."

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Just. Dream granting Rachel a quiet peaceful death, also for Johanna’s sake. Dream holding John’s head as he gently lowers him on the bed despite everything that just happened. Dream smiling softly when dreaming Jed says he’s the Sandman. Dream endlessly fascinated by Hob Gadling’s stubborn desire to live. Dream, with indescribable emotions in his eyes when he takes a moment to look around the old Jewish man’s house and finds a photo of his days as a musician, Dream who gasped when he heard a melody he hadn’t heard in centuries. Dream, almost dying, finding the strength to warn John: “You’re hurting the dreamers.” Dream who has so, so much love for humanity, despite the hurt they inflicted on him, and only has to remember it exists

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Shout-out to all the Sandman fanfic writers, I go absolutely fucking feral when y'all do the thing for when Dream talks.

Y'know. The thing.

Aaah.