fuckyeahgoodomens:

It was one of Crowley’s better achievements. It had taken years to achieve, and had involved three computer hacks, two break-ins, one minor bribery and, on one wet night when all else had failed, two hours in a squelchy field shifting the marker pegs a few but occultly incredibly significant meters. When Crowley had watched the first thirty-mile-long tailback he’d experienced the lovely warm feeling of a bad job well done.

It had earned him a commendation.

klep-the-bard:

neil-gaiman:

Okay. Just this once. Take 2 of the Gavotte.

We are in a discreet gentleman’s club in Portland Place, in the 1880s, and somebody has invented a moving picture camera rather ahead of schedule.

Actual footage of my braincells