Mikan-28 - Sans Titre

thinking about how crowley's last looks before getting in the bentley are of nina and maggie. Nina; focussed, getting on, working through trauma, and Maggie: tired, patient, waiting.

thinking about the conversation they have right before the final 15

Nina: When I'm ready, I hope she'll be there, but there isn't any guarantee.

Maggie: There is.

It's the third time I read a fanfic where Crowley destroys his plants out of rage, and that actually had me thinking

Yes, he is hard on them. He yells, and the threatens and, well, "makes them go away"

But most of us must know by now that, every time he takes a plant away, he keeps it on the side until he gives it to his neighbor. It's canon, I'm not making that up. He never truly hurts the plants. Puts the fear of Crowley into them? Yes. Terrifies them? Absolutely. But physically hurt? I don't see it. He is way too soft for that, even in a fit of rage

The plants are, unconsciously, a mirror of himself. When he terrorizes the plants, he is reliving his trauma of not being good enough for Heaven and being tossed out like he was broken and useless over and over again

He treats the plants like Heaven and God treated him, and yet, he never truly destroys them or throws them in the trash for being disobedient or imperfect. That's a step too far. Instead, he finds them a new home. Some place better. Some place he wishes he also had found. And maybe he already did: Earth, with Aziraphale

Alas, all this to say: destroying the plants, even with his rage goggles on, it's not very him

Destroying furniture? Throwing shit at the walls? Screaming? Sure, I can see that.

So far, we've mostly seen a very controlled type of rage from Crowley, mainly aimed at Gabriel in season 2. The only scene of actually explosive active rage we see is the one where he, well... explodes in the middle of Soho

And even that was very controlled, if you think about it. He just lets it all out at once, and then the rage is gone, only the low-key depression (over fighting with bae) remaining

So, yeah, realistically, I can kinda see him breaking stuff if he is at the very end of his rope and with no other way to decompress but never ever hurting his plants. Au contraire, I believe he would turn to the plants when he comes out of the high of being furious in search of some quiet comfort

I'm in this picture and i don't like it

Have you heard of our lord and savior Bildad the Shuhite? ❤️

I have, but I am yet to worship at his shrine in all his live glory. I await his coming.

An angel and a demon walk into a bar.

It sounds like the beginning of a joke, one that would have annoyed Crowley greatly before- before. Maybe it would have been mildly amusing, were it not for the fact that it is a pub, not a bar (a mere technicality that somehow still mattered), and it is the first time in seven months that he is looking Aziraphale right in the face.

He chose the place, walked right out of the bookshop and across the street the second Aziraphale looked at him with his stupid purple eyes and opened his mouth. Same table, same drinks. New silence.

A demon leads an angel into a pub so he does not kiss him again.

Less of a joke, more like the beginning of a nightmare he has had every single time he tried to sleep, woken by whispered words either confirming his worst fears or greatest desires; both incite fear, one way or another.

The low table between them is enough of a barrier to prevent a repeat of their last interaction, it has to be, although this time Aziraphale is looking at him with violet-coloured longing and an apology on his lips, no longer pleading, no longer angry. He is asking for forgiveness, and if that isn't a deeply ironic twist of fate.

Before either of them says a single word, Crowley finishes his drink and raises his hand to order another one, clinging to the familiar sting of alcohol in his throat to burn away the questions lingering on his tongue.

An angel followed a demon into a pub because he loves him.

Aziraphale wishes he could tell himself Crowley looks like he did seven months ago, that he hasn't changed, but he is done lying to himself, to either of them. Behind his shades, dark, darker if that is even possible, he can feel his golden gaze heavy on his face, familiar and the answer to an empty longing in his chest.

His drink goes untouched as Crowley downs one, then another, and it is after the third that he finally begins to talk.

"What do you want?"

Bitter, sharp, spit at his feet with an anger he expected and yet doesn't know how to react to. Underneath it is pain—more pain than any being should ever have to experience—and instead of trying to carry some of it for him, he only added to it.

"I want to apologise."

"Fine." Crowley shoves his empty glass away and gets up. "I don't forgive you."

Reflexively, Aziraphale reaches out and curls his fingers around his wrist when Crowley tries to walk past him, blinking up at him with eyes the colour of dying Myosotis.

Forget-me-nots.

They both freeze, the point of contact a crack in the walls they have spent centuries building and seven months rebuilding, and he knows he has made a mistake immediately.

Crowley stares at him, still as stone, until he suddenly rips his arm out of his grasp, almost cradling it against his chest. With dawning horror, Aziraphale realises he is shaking, tremors running through him like waves breaking apart on a rocky shore.

"Don't you dare touch me." Panic, not anger. Pure, unfiltered panic blooming beside a mountain of fear that could outlast an eternity.

"I-" He doesn't know what he wants to say, what he is trying to say, what he needs to say to make him stay. Oh, the irony of it all.

Crowley leaves the pub, and the Supreme Archangel stays behind.

Not a demon anymore, not technically, he is done with sides, and deeds, and choices; he never makes the right ones anyway. His wrist hurts with the ghost of a kiss, and he cannot get the glint of purple where summer sky blue should be out of his head. 

The Bentley is waiting for him, providing an escape from the noise, the people, him.

Apologies instead of I'm coming back.

A sickening aura of holiness tinged with the burn of ozone instead of books and dust and soft, silly angel.

Seven months of waiting, of pleading with God, of cursing Her, cursing him, cursing the entire fucking world for taking and taking and taking from him without pause, without even a fragment of mercy.

For this.

An angel returns to heaven. Crowley curses the stars and cries.

"My dear" has become deeply entrenched and deeply beloved fanon; most fanfics have Aziraphale calling Crowley that as a regular thing. I know, I know, it appears just ONCE in the book, along with a "dear boy" and a "my dear boy," and there's a "my dear fellow" in S1E3… Luckily, rationality is NOT a requirement for membership in the Good Omens fandom, lol!

Anyways: Season 3 is our final chance to hear Aziraphale call Crowley "my dear." And therefore, my ask is: Would you please please PLEASE give us a "my dear"? You know what I mean, NOT a, "Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn" kind of "my dear," but one where Aziraphale does the big blue eyes look (you know the one I mean, or if you don't, Michael will know), and then says it.

PLEASE can we have a "my dear"? PLEASE?! Please please please?! {grovels shamelessly} Please, Neil, PLEASE give us a "my dear"! A small one?! If Good Omens finishes without a "my dear," I will absolutely DIE! {swoons dramatically}

{cracks one eye open to see Neil's reaction}

Good news! Crowley will be transformed into a deer at the start of season 3, and Aziraphale will ask if anyone has seen his deer repeatedly.

more ineffable domestic husbands

Moving in together has its challenges (don't worry, the books are fine. Crowley isn't a bastard)

Hey Neil, my names Zoe. Im a big fan of your work. I'm a trans teen in the US and for the past year I've been trying to get started on HRT. Unfortunately I'm in a not great financial situation and have had a lot of trouble finding a good paying job with insurance, so I decided to try starting a fundraiser to raise the money for HRT. I was wondering if you could possibly share around my gofundme to some people to get the word out. I know it's a lot for a stranger to ask but it would mean the world to me of you could share it with even a single person.

Here's the link https://gofund.me/2c8e2eac

Thanks for your time and have a good day

Good luck.