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Even Neil ships David and Michael!

Some of your books make it seems like you believe in actual literal magic, do you? ()

I can write down a few words and make people thousands of miles away, whom I have never met and will never meet, laugh tears of joy and cry tears of true sorrow for people who do not exist and have never existed and never will exist. If that isn't actual literal magic I don't know what is.

I've seen people remark on how awkward the 1967 scene is and that is so frustrating because, for me, it is one of the most emotionally resonant flashbacks in the entire series. It is so multifaceted and ripe with implication and that assertion is baffling. As though just because this conversation appears to be hard for them, it must mean that there has to be some sense of weirdness or awkwardness between them?

This scene feeds heavily into my theory that 1941 ended in some sort of aborted romantic moment between the two, most likely initiated by Crowley. Aziraphale can barely stand to look at Crowley because the very first moment he looks him in the face, he can't stop himself from giving him this hooded eyes, barely contained look of longing.

The next thing we see is Aziraphale immediately launching into a statement about his fear for Crowley's existence that is as brutally sincere as it is heartrending. His eyes are wide, his voice is heavy with emotion, and it's clear that he is terrified beyond belief to lose Crowley. Even as he acquiesces and gives him the holy water, you can see that he wants to take it back and deny him it all over again.

Then, of course, Crowley asks if he can give him a lift, which is definitely something that they both know is a totally different question than what lies on the surface, given that they're mere feet from the bookshop and at first Crowley frowns so deeply that it's almost cartoonish but a moment after Aziraphale turns him down you get this glimpse of very real sadness:

Aziraphale sees it for what it is and in an attempt to comfort him, without being able to do what currently seems impossible to him, shares a fanciful but resigned fantasy about spending time together unbothered and unrestrained, all to the tune of these tight little, loving smiles:

When he asks again, you can just see Crowley's desperation for Aziraphale not to go. It's hard to say how long they'd been apart, but it's safe to say that for them, that previous interaction likely is very fresh in their minds.

Aziraphale has always been more fearful than Crowley when it comes to their feeling for each other. You could even potentially look at the holy water as a metaphor for their relationship. In his expressions of concern about The Arrangement, Aziraphale has always been remarking on how Crowley could be destroyed, similarly to his words here. So when he's telling him, "You go too fast for me, Crowley," what he's really saying is, "I'm terribly afraid and I'm not ready to take that step if it means that I could lose you." And it's plain to see by the wistful look on his face that it pains him greatly to say it:

The scene so quickly cuts to Crowley looking intensely at the holy water after Aziraphale has left the car (as if trying to convince you that that was the real point of the scene) that it's easy to miss this devastated expression on Crowley's face:

There's no look of perceived rejection on his face. Just a somber look of resignation. There are so many barriers in front of them, and I think that Crowley was willing to risk it but understood that Aziraphale wasn't ready to.

This is the most honest and laid bare we ever see these two be when it comes to their emotions. There's so much being said without being said and even their actual words (i.e. Crowley remembering exactly the amount of time when the 'fraternizing' conversation happened) are so full of emotion that it might even be a bit hard for some people to watch.

It's not awkward. It's just that the scene is just so incredibly earnest and heavy with coded language that it's easy to be swept up by the fact that the two aren't engaged in their typical banter and bickering. What we truly have here is an incredibly difficult and loving conversation between two people who are stuck in a seemingly impossible situation.

6000 YEARS

Season 3 with them not talking :(

DOCTOR WHO | 1.13

It’s been fun, but I guess this is goodbye.

"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.

I love it when in fics aziraphale expects crowley to kiss him passionately and hard and tempting but then crowley holds aziraphale’s cheeks between his fingertips the way you hold the finest glass and the kiss is delicate and heartbreakingly breakable i am so weak for it

Until Our Stars No Longer Shine

Took me a while to finish this. The lighting gave me the most trouble. But this is one of the other mini comics I have waiting to be worked on. It goes along with this art I did a while back.

It's based on an rp I did in the GOCC with @kotias. The final writing is still in progress, but it will be a fan fiction and a webcomic.

“Am I ssure?” Crowley hissed, pressing scalding kisses under Aziraphale’s jaw. “Six thousand years and you ask if I’m sure?” @theladyzephyr

This started as a couple of cute sketches and was going to be a quick comic (after all, the fic is less than 500 words), but well, things quickly spiraled out of control. I mean, look at them.

"that sounds..." "lonely? yeh."

And then they spent the next few thousands of years, making sure the other wasnt lonely. hush, shut up, be quiet, im ill

the script book makes all the sweet, heart-wrenching moments even worse because you realise just how much of it is david and michael. i was reading through the tadfield manor scene and i will kill to get season 2 and 3 script books once s3 has been released.

a few highlights:

the paintball and coat scene where crowley does his little kissy blowy miracle? you know what the script says?

gestures. GESTURES. and i assume david went no yeah, kiss time it is, and here we are. unbelievable.

and that soft smiley "come on" it's killing me. someone take this show away from.

ah yes, pushing.

great pushing. amazing pushing. might even be called kicking.

crowley growling out hastur when the nun mentions the fire? not in the script! very curious who decided to add it because i love that change.

this change on the other hand? neil, neil who decided to cut this, NEIL stand trial for your crimes WHERE IS MY GRABBING WHERE IS MY HAULING

I’m indifferent to whether or not God narrates s3, but if she is, I hope it’s to call these two out on their bullshit.

The fact that we didn't get more minutes of 2007 Crowley is a bloody crime.

I mean. Look at that sluttiness.

They're the definition of gender envy.

Their full name is Anthony JenderEnvy Crowley btw.

And also very cute. 100% would shag against a fridge of something.

Okay but in S3 of Good Omens can we get a reverse wall slam.

I want to see Aziraphale slam Crowley into a wall with either the same exact force as S1 wall slam or more.

Hip thrust and everything.

Are you secretly Michael Sheen?

Oh dear god, do I have to start denying this as well in every post? *coughs* I am not Michael Sheen, lurking amongst you on tumblr. I am not Neil Gaiman, either. You can ask them if you like. *waits* See? There you have it.

All done and explained nice and neatly :")

We all suspect that Crowley miracles the Bentley to never run out of fuel, yes? I mean, good for him. Paying for fuel? In this economy? I know he has a motherlode cheat at his fingertips, BUT Crowley is over financially supporting fossil fuels. Absolute king. It's not because he is lazy at all. Whatever do you mean "lazy"? *tsk*

Alas, I do believe he does anything else regarding the Bentley the human way.

Like, he washes it the human way. Carefully and methodically and with the best washing liquid thingy (idk. I've been trying to get my driver's license for over 2 years now. I obviously don't own a car and never washed one. I don't know what the shampoo for cars is called, okay? Judge all you want). He meticulously vacuums the interiors regularly even though he DOES NOT allow Aziraphale to eat inside. He takes off his jacket, pushes his sleeves up to his elbows, and waxes it by hand because she deserves it.

He pampers the Bentley like she is his princess because SHE IS. Only the best for the Bentley, nothing less. And you know what? He finds it hella relaxing. It's a bonding exercise with his baby and he wouldn't have it any other way.

The 5 love languages (aziracrow edition)

words of affirmation

acts of service

gift-giving

quality time

physical touch

+ bonus

maggots go sleep

dear maggots i know for a FACT that it is past midnight for a lot of you fuckers, I've been going through my notifs and even I got sleepy enough that i'm taking a break and I'm going to nap and it's 3 in the afternoon where I am. if im sleeping im going to yell at you all to sleep too, because sometimes the crazy adopted child must take care of his internet family.

IF IT'S PAST 11 PM WHERE YOU LIVE CLOSE TUMBLR AND GO TO SLEEP YOU BEAUTIFUL IDIOTS I KNOW HOW SLEEP DEPRIVED YOU ARE. NOPE SHUSH-SHUSH-SHUSH NO EXCUSES GOODNIGHT. IF YOU HAVE INSOMNIA GO CUDDLE WITH A PILLOW OR SOMETHING GET OFF THE INTERNET IT'S GOODNIGHT BYEBYE TIME, AS I TELL MY DOGGY SISTER. Here's a photo of her sleeping. Are you inspired? GOOD. GO TO SLEEP. DREAM OF FLUFFY CROWLEY AND AZIRAPHALE THINGS. NIGHT NIGHT.

Sleight Of Hand - Chapter 1: The Pledge

@moonyinpisces and I proudly present Chapter 1 of “Sleight Of Hand”: The Pledge!

Read on Ao3 (with extra Comic pages!)

Early release of comic pages as well as sketches and uncensored Versions on my Patreon.

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“It’s our last night on Earth,” Crowley says, voice wrung together in chapped, rusted parts. “Six thousand years of this. Of never– of not getting to– *eurgh!”* Uncaring of the styling, Crowley runs frantic hands through his hair, mussing it up in tight, torturous fists. “Six thousand years. And it’s a bloody *photograph* that does us in.” 

His eyes are golden, molten in the warm, ambient light. The pulse at his long, taut neck is fluttering like a trapped bird, the skin there thin, delicate. “Hm,” Aziraphale says distractedly, without thinking too much of it. “I’d always thought it would’ve been what we’d got up to at Job’s.”

Crowley zeroes in on Aziraphale, at that point. All of this has been musings to himself, of attacks towards nobody in particular. Perhaps God. Most likely God. But now he’s not looking at God, and he’s looking at Aziraphale instead. It sets Aziraphale on edge, prickles the angelic sense at the back of his neck. It quickens his pulse, settles the heat of his body decidedly southward. But more than that, perhaps most of all; it makes Aziraphale be as reminded of Crowley’s human body as he is of his own, at this exact moment. 

The demon takes a step forward. Aziraphale, a stuttered step back. His fingers are curled into the top of his opposite sleeve, tips brushing the edge of the polaroid he’d nearly grabbed.

“Calm down, Crowley,” he says waveringly. 

“Calm *down?*” Crowley repeats quietly, dangerously. He’s looking Aziraphale in the eye, now. He’s looking nowhere else. 

Another step. Forward, back. Aziraphale licks his lips. 

“It’s all going to be alright, my dear boy,” he tries. He clears his throat, shifts his fingers further into his sleeve. “You see–”

He’s cut off. Quick as a flash, Crowley’s gripping him around the shoulders, shoves him back so his arse is pressed to the lip of the vanity, the lit-up mirror alighting him from behind. Aziraphale’s arms draw up around the demon’s shoulders in surprise. There’s nowhere else to go, no more steps to take. The look in Crowley’s eye speaks of a hunger all-too-familiar to Aziraphale. Reminiscent of meat, of basements, of languishing drunkenly at the end of another man’s Earth. Behind Crowley’s head, Aziraphale has the photograph clenched in one hand. 

“Crowley,” Aziraphale whispers. 

“Don’t–” Crowley’s expression is fierce, desperate. “Don’t say *anything–*” 

Aziraphale opens his mouth to say something else.

*“Angel.”* Crowley makes a desperate sort of sound, and then their lips are pressed together, and Aziraphale freezes altogether. 

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good omens things that keep me up at night part 3: his little smile after he says shut up

This was the first Good Omens illustration I made 🥹

innocence died screaming

(honey ask me, I should know.)

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please don’t repost

(shop prints here!)

Everyone imagine: The day will come where new fans in the future can watch the GO2 final and can jump to S3 Ep. 1 immediately! Enviable! 😅

In addition to my pic for the @aceomenszine, I also did the cover art! I wanted to avoid showing a very specific portrayal of both asexuality, and of Aziraphale and Crowley themselves, so I thought a little nod to time spent together (in the asexual flag colors!) would be nice 🖤🤍💜

I also did the little bumper pieces at the end of fics through the zine, and a postcard, to match the cover motif-

I read it in december and IT WAS SO GOOD I SWEAR TO G...AIMAN

I rewatched the first season after. ENJOY YOUR READING

ITS HERE ITS HERE. I SLIPPED ON SLUSHY ICEY SNOW TWICE, FELL ON MY ASS BOTH TIMES, AND ALMOST LOST MY RING BUT ITS HERE!!!