I Know This Is About Michael Sheen And All, But I'm Pretty Sure David Tennant Is This For Me.

I know this is about Michael Sheen and all, but I'm pretty sure David Tennant is this for me.

Like, the man is incredibly attractive to me and in so many ways his interpretation of Crowley is definitely my "type" but he's also not my type, which was so fun to discuss with my best friend.

Also, WE'RE TWINS @aziraphalalala, I too am demisexual panromantic, it was a freacking ride XD

Is there a word for someone who you find just insanely, astronomically sexy, but like not in a sexual way? Like holy smokes you are devastatingly fucking hot. 10/10. Would not hit it.

Because that is what Michael Sheen is to me

So true, I've been told many times that sex, and sexual attraction will grow on me, that I will want it. Sort of like a curse really, that's what it sounds like.

I don't understand really what makes them say that. Maybe because my main love language is physical touch? I tend to hug, and search for touch, but that's just how I tend to express care and love.

Not gonna lie, it really is kinda hard when people keep insisting that it's only natural to enherently want sex, for it to be the natural and ONLY progression of love.

It really makes my wanna dramatically sigh (trying to find my inner Crowley and Azirphale XD)

Is there a word for someone who you find just insanely, astronomically sexy, but like not in a sexual way? Like holy smokes you are devastatingly fucking hot. 10/10. Would not hit it.

Because that is what Michael Sheen is to me

Joining in the band wagon, bc I would like to prove that point as well.

Let men wear dresses!!!! (If they feel like it ^^)

Reblog if you think that men can wear dresses, trying to prove a point to my dad

Didn't happen to me (thankfully and up until now), but this is pure art.

There I was, sitting on my couch leisurely scrolling through a chapter. Once done I go to press “Next Chapter”, only to be befuddled by it lagging. ‘This is fine,’ I thought, foolishly. ‘It’s probably just my internet.’

But then tragedy struck, AO3 said I was moving “too fast”, that I needed to check a little box to confirm that I am not “Lore”. Dread pulsed through my veins. ‘Another attack?’ I thought terrified. ‘I barely made it past the last, how am I to survive another?’

Desperately I reloaded my page, only to be met with denial in the shape of “CloudFare”. Hurriedly I ran towards Tumblr, bursting through the doors I desperately pawed through the ancient texts to see if I was alone in this time of great need. Book after book appeared, detailing the strange occurrences that surround AO3.

In our deepest time of need the refugees and I fled towards DownDetector, hoping for salvation. Sitting by and huddling together for warmth, we made our theories. Hurt No Comfort and Major Character Death allegations flew around.

I sat by and watched, silently praying to the Volunteer Gods and wishing them luck on their grueling journey ahead.

Hahaha, brilliant, can't believe someone out here actually has a Fancy Voiceover Microphone TM but I love it non the less

my friend tweeted this at me because i won’t stop talking about good omens so of course i had to get out my Fancy Voiceover Microphone and make this fake drug commercial……. saturday morning funtimes indeed 

Fair enough

Dear Mr Gaiman,

Why.

Because that was the next thing that happened in the story.