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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.

There’s an interesting love story going on. It’s never explicit, but it’s there. - Michael Sheen and David Tennant @ NYCC 2018

writing is like being in the shower. don’t wanna start and dont wanna stop

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To help with your torture, I present you with warm fuzziness!

David Tennant was in Macbeth recently. This was opening night. Look who was in the 2nd row 💜💜

Can we talk about the fact that Crowley redirected the bombers before he even enters the church? 

That he had complete and utter trust that Aziraphale would save the both of them, even after not speaking for 79 years?

That he risked discorporation (and answering to Hell for the whole incident) on the absolute faith that once he communicated to Aziraphale about what was happening that they (the team, the group, the group of the two of us) would be in it together?

And that Aziraphale instantly picks up on the code and pulls through, immediately and without a second thought.

This:

Isn't just about the magic show. 

1941 changes EVERYthing. 

We are seeing it and it was so heartwarming that, in the end, what worked was the innocence of the young ones.

I know it seems pretty silly to make the comparison because Adam was literally staring down Satan but it’s still really sweet how Good Omens has the underlying message that adoptive parents can be just as good, if not better, than biological parents. I don’t know, we’re all so focused on the plotlines with Crowley/Aziraphale that nobody’s really talked about the fact that an eleven-year-old kid suddenly realized that he was adopted and instead of holding any animosity towards his adoptive parents, he literally moved heaven, hell, and earth so that his adoptive dad could be there instead of his biological dad.

Again, that biological dad just happened to be Satan, but the theme still works.

i saw some pictures of flower crowns earlier and couldn’t get touch-starved! crowley making some to keep his hands busy out of my head

aziraphale and crowley are having their picnic in the park, resting on a shared blanket, the air between them sizzling with the unfamiliar feeling of sweet freedom after the no-apocalypse

crowley’s hands are twitchy, he doesn’t know what to do with them, doesn’t know if he’s allowed to reach out now, doesn’t know if the angel longs for his touch as much as crowley is pining for his

it’s been 6000 years and yet, the yearning still floods his throbbing chest, still swamps his jittery body

he’s always been gone on him

but there are no sides anymore, not for them at least, no heaven or hell to fear - times have changed

so of course (and how could it not), a silent, aching what if starts nagging on the back of his mind; he’s anxiously waiting for a signal, some sort of sign that the angel craves this too

crowley needs to keep busy, needs to occupy himself with something, anything that will distract him from the overwhelming desire to brush over aziraphale’s skin, to stroke over his rosy cheeks, to caress the wrinkles on his forehead

while aziraphale is savouring another one of the treats they’d bought on the way to the park, cheerfully chattering about the last few days, crowley begins plucking daisies from the meadow

it’s something, but it’s not enough

he sneaks a look at the angel, the soft white curls on his head drifting gently in the summer breeze, igniting a rather absurd idea within him

really, it’s a foolish thought

captivated by the image of aziraphale with the flowers in his hair, his hands abruptly stop obeying him and seize the daisies

he snaps his fingers, adding a bunch of other wildflowers to his growing collection

crowley makes one, then - reluctantly - another flower crown, twisting the fragile flowers until he’s somewhat satisfied, somewhat pleased with the result

only afterwards, aziraphale holds his tongue; he quietly takes note of the demon’s slender hands, possibly on the verge of trembling again now that he’d finished the crowns

“for us?”

nodding bashfully, crowley curses the lack of confidence he feels in this fleeting moment

aziraphale picks one of them, cautiously placing it on crowley’s buzzing head, his soft fingers pressing lightly against his long hair, lingering to adjust it again and again until he’s finally content

crowley’s barely breathing anymore when aziraphale grabs his hands, directing them towards the second crown, encouraging him to do the same for him

touching aziraphale - even just briefly - feeling the smooth texture of his hair, getting a taste of angel that he’d once believed he’d never experience - it is blissful, a marvellous sensation he fervently wishes to lose himself in

“thank you, my dear”

hazel eyes meet crowley’s amber ones as their heartbeats are adapting to a speedy, but steady rhythm, bodies almost embracing, almost intertwined like the invisible string tugging on their chests, pulling them closer to each other

tenderly, aziraphale draws crowley’s hand to his mouth, plush lips planting a hint of a kiss on his warm palm

and just like that, his fingers stay still for the rest of the afternoon, crowley’s earlier unease abandoned, long forgotten, eradicated by the angel’s soothing peck

they have the rest of their lives ahead of them, a study of touches just around the corner

Another quirky example of fandom nonsense to feed our confused child: @weirdly-specific-but-ok

From this post: x

Hear me out, good omens au where everything is the same but everyone is a silly little duck

Duck omens.