It was beyond wonderful to meet Michael Sheen and see how warm he was with so many fans

I made a little Good Omens poetry chapbook to gift to Michael. Thank you to @isiaiowin , @goodomensafterdark , and the #GOetry community for all the inspiration and support!

Shax delivered mail to all the Crowleys @aydracz

It was lovely to meet other Good Omens fans from all over! @girasolel @0xlilith @scrapheapchallenge @claudiamurachelli

⭐️LCCwinter products⭐️

As I get ready for the con this weekend, I just wanted to show you guys what you can get your hands on!

via (@pawpix) 📸

Stunning photograph! And the caption's cute:

Just Jamie asking then wishing me early birthday wishes 😭❤

(Context: we spoke about his own birthday and our star signs and when I told him I was a Sagittarius, he then said all this)

And the fact that my first ever meet with Jamie Campbell Bower was basically him asking my name and if we had met before because I looked familiar to him. SIR. I WOULD HAVE REMEMBERED. TRUST ME. WE HAVEN'T.

Ever since that moment my mind is fucked. I'm in a permanently dazed stupor. And I cannot for the life of me think how and why he could possibly recognise me. I must just have a doppelganger.

Then less than 24hrs later, meeting him again and him saying "it's been a long time..." DUDE. LESS THAN 24HRS IS NOT A LONG TIME. I DID make him laugh though by replying "what, since yesterday?"

But his words made me wonder if he STILL thought we had met way before this convention. COS STILL NOPE. Then he wished me a happy birthday for December when it comes and a hug happened. WHAT IS LIFE.

Then the photoshoot. "HIIII! Hello again!" he chirped like we're fucking besties. And ANOTHER HUG!

Oh and casually throw in the fact that he's rocking THE most fucking beautiful facial hair right now.

I'M NOT CALM. I'M HAVING A BREAKDOWN. I CAN'T PROCESS ANY OF THIS.