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She/her, currently obsessing over Good Omens (sideblog: @eingutesomen). Find me on AO3 and YouTube. Owner of @boernepedia. Header by @meridithsdardenne
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#bin Ich Eigentlich Zu Obsessed #oder Hat Das Noch Jemanden An Die Szene In Good Omens Erinnert Als Die
#bin ich eigentlich zu obsessed #oder hat das noch jemanden an die szene in good omens erinnert als die zwei beelzebub und gabriel zusammen sehen?
@iiiflow those tags by @cricrithings are for us
![Stan Gold hält einen Ring in einer Schatulle in die Höhe und fragt seine Freundin: "Willst du mich heiraten?"](https://64.media.tumblr.com/4757c366667a69b58310372efddd8ac6/5ed34cd14cd9b313-b2/s500x750/977c0f2cb3e69be4ee72c562c997a53924828b21.gif)
![Thiel zieht die Augenbrauen hoch und schaut zu Boerne. Der schaut wie gebannt auf das verlobte Paar.](https://64.media.tumblr.com/b50fdf82f0bceac41dd6c9ad6d6cc091/5ed34cd14cd9b313-ff/s500x750/e7bc33bb0967538d8199c85c279d912b0bc3d724.gif)
![Boerne mit einem verträumten Gesichtsausdruck, die Augen noch immer auf den anderen beiden. Thiel schaut zu Boerne und wieder zurück, weniger verträumt.](https://64.media.tumblr.com/786670907a0a0d2a829130540609d2ba/5ed34cd14cd9b313-53/s500x750/2743ad76a143f66a8dfca66587f2164b807615c5.gif)
For God's sake Thiel, put a ring on this poor man's finger
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