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[Image description: A drawing of Firbolg from Taz Graduation. He is portrayed from the chest up. He has a flannely-cape-thing over a bunch of leaves, they lead up all the way to the top of his head, making it look like he has a lion’s mane. He has a confused face, is looking to the right, and has bright yellow eyes.]

Teen Firbolg?

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Late meme is a little late but it still suits them so

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Dream safely

Yes hello!! I finished a doodle comic! Here you go, darlings.  I hope you like it<3

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Tbf Michael Sheen started it

Thing I think is very funny: The entire Good Omens fandom looked at the Bastille scene, where Aziraphale is under the threat of death, and went “Yes this is the horniest scene in the show” 

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barry lucretia and angus having a book club and having a v heated argument over if they could get away with the crimes commited in caleb cleveland kid cop in real life and to prove a point they all seperately rob taako

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Good Omens fans reblog and write in the tags what kind of creature you would have on your head if you were a demon in the miniseries

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Crowley could stop time. He could bend the laws of the universe to his will, to make everything stop, to make it still, to buy himself a moment of safety, of silence, of peace. He could stop time, but he couldn’t stop this. Not the slow dawning of realization on Aziraphale’s face as he finally fit together the last of the puzzle pieces and figured out Crowley’s greatest secret, his greatest truth.

“You love me,” Aziraphale said slowly. “Don’t you?”

He had never lied to Aziraphale. What good would it do him now? “…Yeah,” Crowley admitted at last, cursing that tiny part of him that still dared to hold on to hope that Aziraphale might love him back.

That hope shattered as Aziraphale’s face transformed again, into a look that he couldn’t quite place. Until he could. Pity.

No. No, no, no, he wasn’t doing this. He saw Aziraphale’s hand reach out towards him, saw his lips begin to form an apology, and squeezed his eyes shut. It was too much.

When he opened his eyes again, he was alone, in that same barren desert that he had take Aziraphale and Adam to during Armageddon. That lonely little place of his between space and time.

He sat down heavily on the sand and wrapped his arms around his knees. He knew Aziraphale would find him here eventually. Aziraphale always found him. To think, he had once believed that was a good thing.

And he knew exactly how that conversation would go.

“I’m sorry,” Aziraphale said as he sat down next to him. He looked off into the distance as Crowley turned to look at him, unable to even meet his eyes. “I do love you, of course, but only as I love all living things.”

“I know,” Crowley said numbly. “But maybe…” Crowley voice broke. He tried again. “Maybe that will be enough?”

Aziraphalde did look at him, then, sadness in his eyes. “You know it won’t be.”

“Oh, good lord, Crowley!” This time, Aziraphale’s voice came from behind him. “You can’t just run off like that!” Crowley turned to see Aziraphale, the real Aziraphale behind him, looking fairly miffed. “And you!” Aziraphale said, pointing a finger at the vision of himself Crowley had conjured. “Enough of that! How dare you say those things to him?” Aziraphale stuck his hand through the mirage and waved it around and the image disappeared like a puff of smoke drifting off on the wind.

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Crowley learned early on that demons can’t say ‘I love you.’ Not those words, not in that order.

He had tried, as he and the angel parted ways after Eden. All he got out was an ‘I think I-’ before the words had choked him, turning heavy and saccharine as they burned their way up his throat. He had waved off Aziraphale’s concern as he dissolved into a coughing fit, getting out of there as fast as his corporation’s legs would carry him.

He had spent the rest of the day spitting up a tar-like substance, thick, black, and sickly sweet.

As they met again and again throughout history, ‘I think I’ turned into ‘I know I,’ but still, he couldn’t say it, no matter how hard he tried. He tried to tell himself that it was okay. If he couldn’t speak his love, he’d just have to show it, laying out his devotion in shared meals, last-minute rescues, an offer to go anywhere, a plea to run away.

He wasn’t sure if Aziraphale understood. He hoped he did.

And then Armageddon came and went, and they started spending more time together. Something in Aziraphale had changed. He was more open, less nervous. And when he said the words, he made it look so easy.

“I love you.” It was said around a laugh, with such affection that Crowley stopped moving, stopped breathing, could do naught but stare at Aziraphale in wonder.

After several moments, Crowley realized Aziraphale was waiting for a response.

He couldn’t. 

He would try.

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I had no time to draw these days, but I absolutely wanted to try the @whiteleyfoster‘s beautiful “Draw this in your style”  çuç

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“-But then as I was just closing up, when another customer walked up and-oh.” Aziraphale paused his rant to look over at the demon who was drifting off on the other side of the couch. “Oh, I’m so sorry, my dear, I’m afraid I got carried away again.”

Crowley smiled lazily at him. “’S okay,” he murmured, his voice thick and slow with the promise of sleep. “I like hearing you talk.”

Aziraphale gave him a warm smile in return. “Yes, dearest, but I believe the whole reason I came over here was to give you a goodnight kiss, not complain about unruly customers.”

Crowley blushed happily. “Well, get on with it, then.”

“Yes, I best should.” Aziraphale leaned in to place a gentle kiss on Crowley’s temple, right on the edge of his hairline. “Goodnight, my love. Sleep well.”

Crowley’s face scrunched up in discontent. “You missed.”

“Oh?” Aziraphale’s eyebrow rose playfully and he pressed a kiss onto Crowley’s cheek. “Would you like it here, then?”

“Angel.”

“Perhaps, here?” Aziraphale laid a soft kiss on the shell of Crowley’s ear.

“Really, Angel?” Amusement shone in Crowley’s eyes. “Whoever heard of a goodnight kiss on the ear?”

“My apologies,” Aziraphale said, his voice showing absolutely no signs of remorse. “Allow me to try again.” This time the kiss landed in the very center of Crowley’s forehead.

“Angel,” Crowley all but whined, now trying to capture Aziraphale’s lips with his own. “Kiss me!”

“Darling, I am!” Despite all the wriggling he managed to hit his target on the tip of Crowley’s nose.

“You’re an awful, awful angel, and you’re killing your demon,” Crowley said flatly.

Aziraphale laughed brightly. “No need for dramatics, my dear.” He acted like he was finally going to kiss Crowley where he wanted him to, but changed course at the very last second and hit his chin, instead.

“Oh, for anybody-who’s-listening’s sake!” Crowley was pouting now.

Aziraphale only laughed more and finally, finally brought their lips together, kissing Crowley slowly, with no rush at all. “Better?” he asked, once they pulled apart.

“Not quite.” Before Aziraphale realized what Crowley was planning, he found himself tightly circled by long arms and legs. “That’s better.”

“Now you’re just being spiteful,” Aziraphale accused, though there was no malice to his tone.

Crowley closed his eyes and smiled. “Demon,” was all he offered in explanation.

Normally, Aziraphale did not partake in the act of sleep, but he found that, wrapped as he was in Crowley’s embrace, the temptation was near impossible to ignore. “Move over,” he murmured, pushing himself farther onto the couch that was now the size of a bed. Crowley grumbled in protest, but made room for Aziraphale.

“I ‘spose you’ll want a goodnight kiss as well?” Crowley asked.

Aziraphale hummed happily in affirmation.

Crowley placed a reverent kiss upon the back of Aziraphale’s neck. “That where you want it?” he teased.

Aziraphale smiled. “You missed.”

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Yes hello!! I finished a doodle comic! Here you go, darlings.  I hope you like it<3

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There was a bit of a learning curve that came with loving Aziraphale freely, without restraint.

Crowley had just begun to accept that there would always be a distance between them, a door that he could never walk through. But, then Aziraphale flipped his whole world on its head with three simple words, spoken so easily, so effortlessly through the angel’s pink lips.

I love you.

Hands that he once had to force to his sides and curl into fists just to keep them from reaching, reaching across that broad expanse of your side and my side and you go too fast for me, were suddenly allowed to touch, and oh, but it was terrifying. He could never quite bring himself to go farther than fingers hovering, longing to make contact with angel soft skin, to entangle themselves in golden curls.

Soft lips were now free for him to claim, and yet he found himself diverting at the last moment, only pressing kisses upon a forehead or a blushing cheek. His own lips would tingle as he pulled away, hating himself for not following through.

Words that he once had to bite on his tongue to keep secret now could be spoken into existence. Still, whenever he tried they got caught in his throat, suffocating him and dying out before they could make their way past his lips.

Luckily, Aziraphale understood and was there to meet him halfway.

He derived meaning from stammered half-words and choked off sounds. “I love you, too,” he’d say, smiling brightly and taking Crowley’s hands in his own.

Kissed placed anywhere but his lips were met with a gentle laugh and smile-scrunched eyes. “Come here, dearest,” he’d say, grabbing Crowley and tugging him back in to join their lips in a blaze of warmth and love.

He’d lean in to barely-there touches, and pull him close to wrap him tightly in those sweet, plush arms, and Crowley relaxed in the grip, so sure in its security, so happy in its embrace. Held like that, he could let his hands wander, sweeping carefully through golden curls, making divots in soft, giving flesh.

There was a learning curve, sure. But with Aziraphale’s help, Crowley was figuring it out.

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if u know what this means dont say a word just rb it

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Our side

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Sometimes you’re just too close to see the big picture. 

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Inspired by Adam’s aura :) Also, see how much I love you guys? I drew backgrounds.

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the radio drama definitely wins for gayest delivery of crowley’s “nice dress” line

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Crowley modeled after/inspired by le génie du mal.