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As much fun as it was to watch David Tennant prance around on his long silly legs again, the thing I came away from Good Omens knowing that I absolutely had to draw was that flaming 1933 Bentley.

Bonus Aziraphale running along behind:

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One of my favorite parts of the Good Omens brought to you by one of my favorite memes.

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crwlee‌:

   “Oh no you don’t!” he says, snatching the ridiculous ornament off of his rearview mirror frowning, ‘unicorn glitter berries’ ( represented as one might think by a sparkling unicorn head, its absurdly comical cutesy self munching on a strawberry ). Crowley tosses it straight out the window only to find the horribly chemical berry smell has transferred to his fingers. “What has gotten into you!” 

    as if grumpy, or maybe even a little bit cheeky, the next air freshener that pops up under the rearview is in the shape of a cross ╾╾  the title inscribed on it says “CELESTIAL FRAGRANCES. JESUS LOVES YOU.”

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The Bentley for the win!

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survivedempathy‌:

FINGERTIPS CURL OVER THE STEERING WHEEL, this idle squeeze of the rubber as they toss yet another GLARE at the radio. It’s been about thirty minutes of this. ( Thirty minutes of driving too, not because Crowley has a destination, but because Crowley likes driving. They like the freedom driving gives them. ) Crowley likes to think they have a COZY AMOUNT of patience ( this is a lie ), but it’s WEARING THIN already.

( Seriously Freddie, give them SOMETHING else, they’re begging you. )

“Surely you’re not scared of a bit of THUNDER, it can’t hurt us. I won’t let it.” They mutter to the car. “But also there HAS to be other songs you can play that involve thunder and lightning.”

    that seems to do the trick  ╾╾ not the reassurance of safety, necessarily, but the challenge. for a moment the music stops, as if the car is in thought. queen’s “rain must fall” starts to play over the speakers for a moment, but then the bentley changes its mind  ╾╾ instead of playing an actual song, as another crackle of lightning strikes somewhere in the distance the bentley starts to repeat lyrics again, though this time it’s simply:

   ❛ under pressure, pushing down on me, pushing down on me, pushing down on me, pushing down on me, ❜ without stopping. 

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✕ █ ▌ ❝ @crowily

   as if angry about something, the car is refusing to unlock the doors && let crowley get inside, even though it is perfectly aware that they are late for something.

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✕ █ ▌ ❝ @anguisfell

    it’s about the tenth time in two weeks that crowley has parked the bentley in an illegal spot, leading to the car getting ticketed, or having a wheel clamp thrown on to it. sure, these things were always miracled away in the end, but the bentley had had enough, && had decided to make today’s driving a living hell, as it were  ╾╾ so far it’s done this by playing the lyrics  ❛ love of my life, you’ve hurt me ❜ nonstop, as well as honking furiously every time they pass a car with a ‘honk for jesus’ bumper sticker. 

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✕ █ ▌ ❝ @choicelesshope

    one day, after crowley and aziraphale had had a talk in the car about how everything the angel owns was in shades of white and beige, the bentley randomly turns itself white. 

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✕ █ ▌ ❝ @ineffablequestion​ 

    today the bentley is refusing to go over 30 mph, for absolutely no reason at all. 

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✕ █ ▌ ❝ @survivedempathy

    it’s raining up a deluge && crowley is still driving somewhere anyway, for some reason, so in retribution the only thing the bentley will play through the sound system are the lyrics ❛THUNDER BOLTS AND LIGHTNING VERY VERY FRIGHTNENING ❜ over, and over, and over again. 

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honks passive-aggressively every time they pass somewhere that offers a car wash - burningdrive

i love my car but sometimes it’s an asshole.

   “   are you serious   ?   ”   he mutters to his stupid,   beloved,   somewhat sentient car.   not that crowley’s unused to getting plenty of rude gestures on the road   (   and even takes joy in it.   usually   )   ,   but the amount he’s received today in response to all the honking he is certainly not doing himself is getting utterly ridiculous.   as if on cue with his question,   the depeche mode song playing begins to shift into something more queen-esque.   shit,   left the cd in too long.

   “   i don’t let dirt touch you,   you blasted thing,   why would i need to take you through a car wash   ???   ”

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✕ █ ▌ ❝ @crwlee​

     random car fresheners keep appearing, && each time it’s a more and more outlandish smell.it started out as fresh pine ╾╾ the most current one hanging from the rearview mirror is called “unicorn glitter berries“

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BEEP BEEP. GET IN LOSER WE’RE STOPPING THE APOCALYPSE ( shitposting sideblog to @wyngraced )

❛ oh the machine of a dream, such a clean machine ╾╾ with the pistons a pumpin', and the hubcaps all gleam ╾╾when i'm holding your wheel all i hear is your gear with my hand on your grease gun mmm, it's like a disease, son i'm in love with my car, gotta feel for my automobile ╾╾ get a grip on my boy racer roll bar such a thrill when your radials squeal told my girl i'll have to forget her rather buy me a new carburetor so she made tracks saying this is the end, now cars don't talk back they're just four wheeled friends now ╾╾ when i'm holding your wheel all i hear is your gear when i'm cruisin' in overdrive don't have to listen to no run of the mill talk jive ╾╾ i'm in love with my car, gotta feel for my automobile ╾╾i'm in love with my car, string back gloves in my automolove ❜

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Roger forgot the lyric of “I’m in love with my car” and Freddie sang to help him (Glasgow 1979)

RT:The machine of a dream, such a clean machine When I’m holding your wheel (realized he messed up the lyric and got lost)

20 seconds of silence and Freddie come to the rescue!

FM: With my hand on your grease gun Mmm, it’s like a disease, son RT: I’m in love with my car~~ (gets back on track)

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Highway to Hell-1979

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ignoring your husband to mourn your car