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OMG, have you read this masterpiece? Have you? No? Then go and read it!

It's very erotic and it has everything you need:

• priest & gardener AU

• slooow burn

• smut

• kinks

• a bit of angst

• inner voices

• naughty pictures

Rated E. 8 chapters so far. Highly recommended! ❤️

Written by @depraveddame

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Spotted this t-shirt on Vinted and found it quite hillarious. The characters are from Czech Christmas fairy-tale film called Anděl Páně (Angel of the Lord) and yeah, it's about an angel and a demon who are friends with each other, teasing each other, questioning what's good and what's bad. It's almost 20 years old, bit religious but funny. Also, the actor who plays the demon, voices Crowley in the Czech dubbing version of Good Omens. Funny old world, isn't it? 😈😇

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The Thin Dark Duke in the shiny turtleneck

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So is temu basically suggesting I should dress like Aziraphale?

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Baby, I wasn’t made for heaven 🍎💀

Continuing off of this last drawing I made! Part of an Incubus!Crowley/Human!Aziraphale AU I thought of while I was just having fun drawing fancy outfits for Crowley :’D I’ve written some plot tidbits and headcanons that you can read here! The bottom image is a rough sketch of what the back of his turtleneck looks like.

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Just an appreciation post for this Crowley look as I rewatch S1……

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difficulty focusing

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suggestion box

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Omg, can someone pls draw Crowley in this outfit? The shiny turtleneck!! 🫠

THE GLASSES!!!!! THE TURTLENECK!!

David at Plaza Suite gala opening tonight at The Savoy Theatre

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Ahahahaha... We're doomed. For eternityyyyyy

OH MY GOD

I need your help guys I need your opinons.

There was an article on my discover feed today called "Is it unhealthy to be obsessed with your fav fictonal character" or some shit.

This was the image

Guys is the show on the tv the show I think it is

If it is I swear this is a widespread problem

Guys

What show is that

Tell me

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I actually have an answer for you, re actors and underwear.

If a costume needs a specific kind of underwear that is easily accessible (tightly whities, for instance), the costume designer might just reach out to the actor and let them know IF they just want to wear/bring their own. If it’s something specific OR a visible part of the costume, it is considered part of the costume that is provided for the actor to change into when they get on set, so even easily accessible will be provided for the actor

Aaawww, that's actually what I thought! Thank you so much ❤️

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Burning question: Is underwear usually part of the actor's costume or can they wear whatever they want? Asking for a friend.

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😭😭😭🖤🤍

Summary: After thwarting the End of the World for the second time, Aziraphale and Crowley take a walk in the rain.

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It's over.

It's over, and the world is still standing.

It's over, and the world is still standing, and they both made it out the other side. Together.

Aziraphale turns his face to the dark sky as the first drops of rain begin to fall. He holds his hands out to catch them. He smiles as they dampen his hair and roll down his face, and he's not sure, but he thinks he might be crying.

"Are we going to stand out in this all night?" Crowley grouses, squinting up at the rain. His hair, at some point, came free of its knot and frames his face in a picture of perfect disarray. Aziraphale smiles at him, too.

"Apologies, I didn’t bring an umbrella," Aziraphale teases, "I'm quite sure there's an awning around here somewhere, if you like." And, not allowing himself time to second-guess, or wonder if it's the right thing to do, he takes the demon's hand in his own, lacing their fingers together. The rain falls harder, and Aziraphale laughs and begins to walk. He doesn't make it more than two steps, though, before Crowley's suddenly-iron grip on his hand hauls him to a stop like an anchor off a ship.

"My dear - " Aziraphale turns back, and his words stick in his throat. Crowley's vivid yellow eyes are wide, and his red hair has lost most of its volume as the ever-increasing rainfall plasters it to his head. The street lights highlight every angle and edge of the demon's features, and for the first time, Aziraphale truly lets himself admire how striking Crowley is. He doesn't have more than a moment to appreciate it, though, before Crowley, in a single determined stride, collides with him. His arms enfold him like wings, holding him so tight it borders on crushing, and he buries his face in Aziraphale's neck.

Aziraphale’s heart fills his chest, a feeling coming over him that's so pure and beautiful, he's not sure that it can actually be contained or defined by words. He wraps his arms around Crowley, returning the embrace and holding him like he is the most precious thing in the world because, truly, he is.

They stand like that until the rain has well and truly soaked them through, and it's only by virtue of a small miracle that they're not freezing in the rapidly cooling evening air. Finally, Crowley loosens his hold, but it's only to shift Aziraphale under his arm so that they, side by side, can keep walking towards the bookshop, which is somehow still standing despite it all. Aziraphale keeps one arm firmly around the demon's waist, his free hand once again finding Crowley's where it hangs over his shoulder and folding it within his own.

"You know," Aziraphale mentions as they walk, "There actually is no Richard Curtis film where two characters realize they were made for each other in the rain under a canopy," He eyes Crowley slyly, "I checked."

"Hnngh," the demon makes a non-committal noise, "Point, angel?"

"Well," Aziraphale says, "I can't help but recall that you and I had a...moment...in the rain...under a canopy of sorts..."

"Oh, come off it," Crowley objects vehemently, but Aziraphale doesn't think he's imagining the flush creeping up the demon's neck, "Didn't even like you back then."

"You did," Aziraphale counters, and for just a moment, leans into Crowley's side. He feels Crowley's head dip down, feels a quick pressure of lips at his temple. An altogether unfamiliar sense of ease, of unfettered happiness, settles on him. The bookshop comes into view, light spilling from its windows onto the wet pavement.

"I think this all calls for something truly special. I have a bottle of 1945 Domaine de la Romanée-Conti Grand Cru. I've been saving it, you know, since it was given to me..." Aziraphale starts to recount how he acquired the bottle as they reach the bookshop. The angel opens the door and follows the demon inside, and the door closes and locks behind them.

They settle in to enjoy the evening together as outside the rain continues to fall, washing the world clean.

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Thanks for reading!

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"What did you do today?"

"I read some porn."

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Everything’s fine and dandy until you realise that every song was written about Aziraphale and Crowley