See! I'm practically a saint.
See! I'm practically a saint.
How many Wednesdays before I'm featured in one of these promo posts then, hmm? @goodomenshq.bsky.social π
Come on, now. I'm mischievous at worst. Nobody ever died from eating what they thought was a chocolate covered peanut in their packet of Revels but was actually a little bunny-bum treat.
Carrots all round!
Font of knowledge, me.
...going back and tweaking some important little details here and there. Basically, this whole finale thing is just going to be me, time travelling, fixing it all so that everything turns out okay while my idiot owners (affectionate) just get to hold hands and annoy one another and smooch and stuff.
Alright, you persuaded me. So, if you look very closely during that show the angel hijacked in 1941, you'll notice the tips of my ears. I was one of the showgirls, but I was too short for the camera to catch me. Anyway, point is, I learned time travel from that blue box bloke I met and I've been...
1 (singular sensation, EVERY little hop he takes.) π
He did a bit, now you mention it. Same sort of improbable tightness of trousers.
Hmm. I've not encountered any aliens that I can remember. Although, a big blue box did land in the garden last summer. Smelled of stardust, but the bloke who came out of it looked normal enough. Think he was with the space police.
No cage can hold me.
No one suspects you when you're this cute!
In the angel's cardigan pocket.
Oop. Never mind. Different kind of spicy.
Drugs you can get from the dodgy badger by the chip shop bins.
Don't think so. Bottom drawer of the bedside cabinet for that. π
Omnomnomnomfanksnomnom.
I like you. Have a carrot. π₯
I forgive you.
I am very good at the vanishing cabinet trick.
Was I lost???
Can't help but notice there's a distinct lack of someone (mentioning no names, but has a bobtail) in this festive family album.
I... do not remember this night.
Must've been on the fermented apples.
Is it just me, or do their noses look tasty? π₯
Bit harsh. I'm subject to both every day, as it happens. Quite often at the same time. Archive tag bicker-flirting, I think? Anyway, someone just chewed through the electrical wires on your lift.
@archangelicgabriel.bsky.social Pardon me, your heavenly purpleness on high, but I have a question - do rabbits go to heaven?
That's my sensei! Herbert the hare!
Look at him pounding that, uhβnever mind.
Course there's nightingales! It's the South Downs! Can't take a nap for the noisy little buggers.
I could take 'em in a fight.
How might one go about hiring this band of marauding Daleks? There's a local greengrocer/arch nemesis I'd quite like to have harassed.
Blimey, is it Easter already???
I only meant to have a five minute kip.