Come Along Tall Goth Husband We Must Pretend We Arent In Love

Come along tall goth husband we must pretend we aren’t in love

good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿

dentists will splash some water in your mouth and youll think "oh a nice drink of water i was parched" just for them to suck it back out with their wretched little tube. disingenuous behavior

Do you all understand my vision??

Wait wait because Aziraphale loooooves his licenses.

He will want a license from God that he is married to Crowley. He can’t go to church, he’s closer to god than any priest. Also obviously no no for Crowley. But a license from GOD? Heck yeah.

I just imagine Crowley in the background like holy shit that’s God standing there (after they saved the world probably) and he’s like… nah actually fuck you I don’t want to talk to you.

But Aziraphale is like… actually… just a quick one… can you like… marry us *pulls Crowley by his hand towards God.*

And God grins “I thought you were never going to ask.”

Tonight is press night for Macbeth, and Michael is sitting in the second row beaming at David as proud as can be. The two of them looking at each other like that is everything...