BEETLEZH

wheres the antichrist

Aziraphale gazing adoringly and longingly at his demon husband through the ages. 

I’m not above playing dirty. But not against you.

One of you, I’m not sure which one at the moment, but one of you told me your father knew I was arriving here today. Well I’m here to tell you that the man I just saw in the elevator had absolutely no idea he and I were on the same planet.

For @qinaliel

It’s about an astronaut and an aerospace scientist.

sims living in a san myshuno apartment be like

I made another comic

Gabriel Gomez  -  http://seaandbirds.tumblr.com  -  https://www.linkedin.com/in/gabriel-gomez-88155065  -  https://www.behance.net/gabrielgoma9c5  -  http://new-territories.blogspot.com.es  -  https://www.facebook.com/thehillstudio

Me @ Everyone

PEAS 🦆 part 3

Mince-pies and Christmas dessert followed the pudding. The older members of the party then retired for a welcome siesta before the tea-time ceremony of the lighting of the Christmas tree. Hercule Poirot, however, did not take a siesta. Instead, he made his way to the enormous old-fashioned kitchen. “It is permitted,” he asked, looking round and beaming, “that I congratulate the cook on this marvellous meal that I have just eaten?” - Agatha Christie, The Adventure of the Christmas Pudding