They’re not talking to each other
-St James‘s park, London
remembering the time I tried to explain what good omens was to my art teacher when I animated crowley for my final project and when I said "the Bible but make it gay fanfic between the serpent of eden and guardian of the apple tree", this man perked up and said he would watch it immediately. it was a chill class where everyone just kind of worked with their headphones on and this guy just sat at his desk watching good omens for the rest of class.
a week later it somehow came up in conversation that he had finished the show. when I asked him what he thought he just went quiet then said "... you didn't warn me and I cried an embarrassing amount."
yeah dude thats normal over here welcome to the cult.
Am i the only one who sees Crowley and just thinks Someone, I want to lick his neck
I mean look at him- LOOK AT HIM
His hands. his hips. his eyes. the tight jeans and shirt? He's silly, he's sweet, he's protective, he's a bad boy with a heart of gold, he's feral. Like how am I supposed to cope.
Aziraphale has so much self control, I would have railed that demon in 4004BC
6000 YEARS
So I can't stop doodling duck omens now so I ended up doodling some innefable ducks
There may be no nightingales but we do indeed have ducks
Post Season 2 fanfictions be like
Aziraphale: I am back
Crowley: I am mad at you
Aziraphale: No you are not
Crowley: No I am not
loud making out noises
end
this is how looney tunes sex truthers will win