The Day Crowley Realised Who Was Guarding The Eastern Gate…….

⁠— I don’t know how to love him.

the stars are burning out

The sheer amount of guilt Aziraphale experiences is utterly tragic. But what's interesting is he rarely feels guilt for the things humans usually feel guilt for - indulging in food, wine, books, comfort (which is marvelously subversive because it shows none of these things are actually worthy of guilt but, in fact, what make existence worthwhile).

No, he only truly feels guilt when he does the Right Thing.

Or when he realizes too late what the Right Thing is.

All of his guilt is attached to things that are, in fact, Good and Right, but in opposition to the black-and-white doctrine of Heaven.

Which makes the guilt he is so clearly experiencing here:

hit like a goddamn freight train.

Because loving Crowley is Good and Right.

lineart per frame of the spin (1/?) click for better quality

also this

a group of the two of them 🍵🍷

Summer in the South Downs...

eepy

sunsets are always best after rain

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