I could not have made it in that small part of the UK. The speed at which I’d start having what I can only describe as “supplemental” vibes would have gotten me killed somehow.
If I lived in the Good Omens world, I think I would lose my mind over that fucking book shop. Like, the weird posh guy who runs it has never sold a single book ever. How are they still in business?? Does he even pay taxes?
Okay he’s a landlord maybe that’s how he gets his mo- nope he doesn’t even care when Maggie’s months behind on rent. Okay. Also he doesn’t have any identification??? Is he even real?? Also his husband(?) is seconds away from catching a case every time he drives, yet he still has a license somehow.
Alright, let’s take a look around the bookshop… is that a book signed by Jane fucking Austen??? Dedicated to the owner of the bookshop?? Okay, he’s old, but not THAT old. What the fuck is happening here?? Where are these people from??
And that’s not even mentioning the weird events that happen around them. What was up with that one shopkeeper’s association meeting?? Who knows at this point.
And THEN the book shop owner vanishes after a falling out with his husband (did he lose the bookshop in the divorce??) and the new owner swears that they’re human. They really want you to know that. What is happening. Does it even matter
some incredibly low quality computer sketches of my cringefail son gray, including his time before aguefort and transitioning when he went to hudol
also! random ass detail but erin and gray met like twice when they were younger and while his memories are a bit fuzzy, gray thought erin was the most annoying weirdo ever (ironic). erin does not rember this at all