“Words, Words, Words.” - Hamlet, Scene 2, Act 2.

merry ineffable christmas ❤️

Nice demon.

While Crowley's Sassy Face™️ is obviously the star here, I would also like to appreciate Aziraphale's answering Chuckle and Bob™️.

"Happy, Angel?"

"Yes, quite."

Seriously, just fuck already. Please.

Neil confirmed that Crowley is not Lucifer and then proceeded to make him do things that are known as Lucifer things (Morningstar, Serpent of Eden, etc)

I mean even the looks.

Crowley scares a dude with his demonic form and dude faints

Aziraphale: My coat though, can you 😏fix it😏

Crowley talks about demons being outside the bookshop and everyone being in danger

Aziraphale: ☺️Want to dance?😏

Guillotine, people dying

Aziraphale: ☺️Crowley!😙 😏Good Lord😏

Bombed church, holy ground

Aziraphale: ☺️I☺️love☺️him☺️

Driving through fire

Aziraphale: ☺️So😏Anyyything I can do for you?😉😚

Neil Gaiman does both.

The Wait-And-See stage has started again thank Go... Sat... someone, and we know Neil is not going to give us any spoiler. But we forget that he's already told us the most important thing of all, over and over. He has told us that everything is going to be ok. And we know he's a Demon and he lies but, like our favourite (former) Demon he might lie but he keeps his word. He has told us everything is going to be ok and he has told that he chose 3 of songs in the ineffable playlist, one of which, he has told us, is The Book Of Love (I've got goosebumps just by writing that song title here). He told us long ago that he imagines Aziraphale and Crowley retired in a cottage in the South Downs. He's told us that he'll get us where we need to be, so don't worry, just enjoy the ride. The ride will be a roller coaster, the ride will make you laugh and will make you cry, the ride will have incredible highs and unbearable lows, the ride might break you. But it will get you there, and when you finally get there you'll be made whole again and the new whole you will be more than the sum of the broken parts. Like a gentle parent telling their child to not worry, it can be scary but it's worth it. Like a friend encouraging us to savour every moment without worrying of what lies ahead. Because what lies ahead will be ok. We just have to enjoy the ride that gets us there.

I love that God's entire plan for humanity literally hinged on what She knew would happen, which was Aziraphale being so distracted by how hot Crowley is that he'd just epicly fail at Apple Tree Guard Duty. How did the demon even get around the angel to tempt Eve? wonder the Biblical scholars of the Good Omens-verse, unaware that the answer is because said angel forgot his own damn name checking out that sexy serpent.

good omens mascot here: why i relate to crowley

Okay I know I've only watched the first season and there's a lot I don't know about season two But. I have a lot of feelings about Crowley and I'm trying to figure out why and this is what I've got. I'm sure at least some of you relate to some of these. I'm using he/him for him this post.

One. He's so disillusioned with almost everything (I say almost on purpose). Heaven? He lost faith in heaven when he fell, maybe before he fell, maybe he fell because he lost faith in it. He's so frustrated with Aziraphale's belief in the goodness of heaven, but he still respects that belief and even admires Aziraphale for it, only really showing how upset he is when Aziraphale lets that blind faith guide decisions. Crowley always says things that imply being an angel is a good trait, but that facade breaks when Aziraphale is fucking up, because he doesn't want Aziraphale to get hurt or this world to end. As for hell? He certainly doesn't have faith in hell, and doesn't belong in it. Mankind? Nope, he frequently points out how flawed and cruel humans are. Himself? Crowley doesn't have faith in himself, really, either.

And I relate to that feeling of... losing faith in all the things that are supposed to be Right and Good, like society and family, parents and friends, lovers and yourself, government and laws.

Two. I said almost, and that's because Aziraphale. He has such relentless faith in the fact that they are friends, they are best friends, they are lovers. 6000 years, and he keeps reading beneath the lines, continues to stand by Azi even when Aziraphale reminds him that he is a demon, that they are on opposing sides, that Aziraphale does not like him, that they are not friends, that Aziraphale couldn't care less about him. Crowley knows Aziraphale doesn't mean it, just like we know. And we're so used to seeing romances where one character says something they don't mean and the rift goes on forever and we get frustrated because idiots, he didn't mean it. But Crowley knows Aziraphale doesn't mean it. He doesn't stop saying they are best friends. That they are more. He calls out Aziraphale on his bullshit and points out that Aziraphale does love him. And he does it without pushing, just lines dropped over millennia, a reminder to Aziraphale that Crowley feels the same, that he knows, he understands. It's such a relentless, powerful optimism from a demon who has lost faith in everything else.

And I know how that feels, to believe in a love so strongly that you can take blow after blow to that belief and have it remain unshattered. To give gentle reminders that you see through the lies, and that you are there and you know they didn't want to hurt you.

Three. Another caveat, though. How much can that belief withstand? Yes, Crowley knows that Aziraphale is his lover and best friend. But how many doubts have crept in over those thousands of years? When Aziraphale said he didn't like Crowley, and the demon replied with you do, how much of it was posturing? When Crowley has been cast out from heaven and persecuted by hell, found no friends in humankind, it must have shattered his sense of self-worth. He calls Aziraphale his only friend, his best friend. Imagine your only friend repeatedly insisting you aren't friends. Yes, you know it is because to be friends is to put both of you in danger, that Aziraphale does not mean it and has shown time and again that he loves Crowley and that's why he's lying to protect him, but still. It must hurt. It must chip away at logic and rationality, bit by bit.

And I know how that feels, too, to begin to doubt that you are loved, because that objective knowledge that yes, you are loved gets broken and eroded by so many instances of being hurt, dismissed, ignored, betrayed.

Four. No one seems to be putting Crowley first. Not heaven, certainly, heaven threw him out millennia ago. As for hell, Satan and the demons only tolerate him, willing to kill him as soon as he betrays the slightest hint of goodness. Humans are too fleeting, gone before you can blink, and they have never paid any regard to the individual over the 'greater good', certainly not to a lonely demon who can't get close to them because they die too soon. And Aziraphale chooses heaven, chooses being good over Crowley every single time. Some of the time, he is right. But imagine being Crowley. Given the choice between salvation and Aziraphale, happiness and Aziraphale, anything and Aziraphale, he would choose Aziraphale. And he has to watch, time and again, as Aziraphale chooses other things over him, finally pulling back from the kiss and choosing the heaven he doesn't even like over what Crowley offers him. Crowley, as far as he can see, is no one's first choice, no one's first priority. It may not be true. But it does feel like that.

And that feeling is so real, to know that the people you would die for would not do the same for you. The people you put first wouldn't put you first. That you are giving knowing that you cannot take. It may be real, or it may not be, but the fact is it often looks that way to me and Crowley and a lot of us, and that hurts.

These aren't all, of course, there's the relentless questioning, the needing to be good, the needing to be bad, the horrible urges and battling them, the kinder impulses and figuring out how to fit them into an awful world, the consequences for being good, whether they are worth it, just everything about Crowley. But the four above I wanted to elaborate on.

I'm fucked, I love a fictional character again. Again, I might be wrong about a lot of things, so there's that. Aren't we all.