#pub scene

Sundays in Soho: taxis gleam lazy over the crook of denham st, crisp clear sunlight strikes my cheek, bitter cold—flotsam of cigarettes piled up at the curb—smell of stale beer, rubber, pastry—squeezing the glass door of bar italia where strangers, who are immediately friendly, are ending their night or starting their day with espresso—berwick st is still asleep under cobbles—in the devonshire they wave away my money, I nurse my guinness at the window, watching dogs and coats and glittering rickshaws—feeling the day could go anywhere from here

(Translation: Who the Hell are you, why are you sitting in my chair and what do you want from my Angel?! Oh, and by the way, I don't like you. You're stressing him out AND ruining our nice moment so toodles!)

We know Aziraphale can sense love, so he clearly was feeling the love radiating from the single. Gabriel miracled the songs out of love for Beelzebub, and Aziraphale can sense this love!

28-Mar-2019, episode 1

Gif above by raggedy-spaceman

I don’t know what’s better - Thomas’s come back to the pickup attempt or Chris being all “Hello, Waiting for Someone. Pleased to hit on you.”

A fun commission I got to work on for a friend’s campaign! Yeeyee!