#It's always too late

[somewhere-in-wales]

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Jimbriel's face here says so much - he doesn't look like a man being threatened, he looks like a man who's working something out. Is this the moment he realises Crowley is in love with Aziraphale???

I really want Jim/Gabriel to be important in S3 after witnessing the two of them together so much in S2.

[milli0n-dollar-fool]

Something something about the stars only being at their prime when it's too late and the universe is gone something something about the music at the star's creation being the same as the music during the kiss something something about a love that's only recognised when it's too late and their world is destroyed

[tartanbowtie]

I just want to draw your attention to this incredibly insightful analysis by Sendarya.

Blurb from the video:

Crowley is an incredibly complex character. This video discusses why he thinks it’s always too late, and how that relates to his innate desire to question everything, and his past trauma.

[emotional-support-demon-crowley]

Listening to the audio book at work today. Got to this line and had to take a freaking break...

Guys.

He is in Hell...

[nimbusalba]

Can you believe I have a notebook and several google docs pages written with good omens season 1 and season 2 analysis and whatnot that I haven't posted yet? Idk why I didn't post them, I hope I'll get around to doing it soon, although rn I have very little time to do it.

And, to my undying shame, I have to confess that I also have tens of comments of good omens fanfics I have read and haven't posted yet on ao3 either. So authors, rest assured that I'll get to comment on all your fics. I already wrote the comments, I just need some time to post them. Sorry! Here, you have the apology dance on my behalf.

[icelandnightmare]

You won! I‘ll go to sleep! :( just don‘t tell my dad about it :(

@pissylittlebirdboy your child is not listening

[i-want-a-slurpee]

[i-want-a-slurpee]

azzy says he was too fast in season 1

... and in the second season he was too late

[stil-lindigo]

an ex-zionist jewish man recently went a bit viral on tiktok for sharing exactly how he sees zionism tie israel to the jewish identity and his personal experience with breaking away from it - I think it’s a really great watch.

He also made a follow up talking specifically about how he learned to humanise Palestinians, and a really integral part of it was his school, which would often bring in Palestinian speakers who’d share their perspective (here’s a link to it).

[tensyc]

Merry late Christmas🎁

[squidthusiast]

Sometimes you just need a good hug

[drconstellation]

Ok, I rarely comment on the kiss, but I think the best explanation here is covered by the Romeo and Juliet explanation. The bit referring to Shakespeare's play where Juliet tries to get Romeo to stay with her a bit longer by debating whether they have heard a lark or a nightingale, the former signalling the dawn of the day, or the latter signalling night is still over them, and they can linger together.

Because if the nightingale truly has stopped singing, and dawn truly has come, they must separate, so no one can see them together. Their time of fragile, peaceful respite has come to an end. It's not the time to live the happy ending they were both dreaming of, while the nightingale was singing during the brief pause in hostilities, it's time to face the bright day and the looming battle. Running away or hosting reality-bending cosplaying eldritch balls won't stop what's about to happen. We know Crowley knows that, for all he wants to run away - he's been to Heaven and seen why Gabriel left. But does Aziraphale know? They haven't communicated clearly yet. They've been equivocating (or not at all) to each other, and missing. But its this bit of equivocating that finally gets through to Aziraphale, because he knows his Shakespeare as well as Crowley. And then it's too late.

Ok so the ONE thing I will give Crowley a little bit of shit for ( and even then I’m so sorry bbg but just listen) is the “ no nightingales” line.

Cuz that was so unnecessarily cruel?? Like at this point they’d already broken each other’s hearts. This is before his last hurrah to communicate via smooch. So like just why?? Why throw that in his face? Your song? The symbol of your love? Yeah it smushed our hearts but it cut Aziraphale deeper than all of us combined. Look at his face after Crowley says this. He’s not just hurt. He’s angry. He’s pissed that not only has he been rejected ( his POV) but now Crowley is just kicking salt in the wound. I think this is the only time on their whole entire history Crowley has truly and willfully been cruel to his angel. Which like.. Crowley you dumbass! You can’t just say the worst possible thing to the person you love most in the universe and then kiss him!! On what planet was that going to work?!?!

[i-want-a-slurpee]

I'm (not) coping well rn

[somerandomcockroach]

SNOW BOTS ARE BACK BABE, IF IT WILL BE LIKE THAT EVERY YEAR I MIGHT DIE ONE DAY OF HAPPINESS WHEEEZE (I mean, drawing them like that is so much faster, plus colors, plus snow, plus they all are alive, COME ON IT'S A DREAM) Go smooch @keferon and everyone who makes "everyone is happy" content wheeeeeze

[suzypfonne]

The instinctual leaning into and wanting to catch one another when they're actually too emotionally and physically far apart to do that. 😞😩🥺

I was ENTIRELY too nice in that last ficlet, and we cannot have that. Since that phrase is going to be stuck in my brain for a while, enjoy "they aren't talking" take two.

This time with more pain <3 You're very welcome.

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They aren't talking.

Crowley is exhausted, Aziraphale is spiteful, and so, as they inevitably begin to orbit around one another once more, it is in a cutting silence. It hurts somewhere deep in their chests, a hollow with empty claws reaching out and being denied what it wants, what it needs.

I miss you, is written in the air between them, always a few steps apart, always far enough away to make it look deliberate, to make a point. Dark glasses cover Crowley's eyes, his face a chiselled mask of petrified longing, and the purple irises that Aziraphale returns with are enough to deter Crowley from meeting his gaze.

Blue, they were blue. He remembers. a storm-grey, summer-sky-bright, sparkling and familiar and alive—dimmed to a bleached-out violet, a hyacinth blossom on the verge of rotting.

Come back, he breathes, listening to the melodic cadence of his voice as it drifts through the bookstore, finally at home. They do not talk to each other, but they talk to everyone else; not that they had another choice with yet another apocalypse about to end them all.

Crowley's fingers twitch, his body constantly leaning and stumbling when it finds not the subconsciously expected shoulder but emptiness, and he catches Aziraphale lifting his hands in his periphery, almost reaching out to steady him.

Almost.

Angels descend, demons ascend, and it is chaos. It is plans going wrong and the sky turning red, it is running and thinking and praying. Even right in the middle of Armageddon number two, they still do not talk, distracted and frenzied now, less intentional, more habitual.

Then the world tilts, blinding white ripping through his body like it's nothing, meeting a black hole where his grace had been and setting fire to his heart.

The why, who, how, where—none of it matters, not to him, not to Aziraphale, who screams his name. His knees meet the ground with a dull crack, and Crowley blinks through the lightning bolts in his vision to see scared blue eyes, wide open and heavy with tears. Relief washes over him, his thoughts narrowing to he's back, he's mine again, he's back.

"Crowley," soft, terrified, desperate, and the most beautiful sound he has ever heard.

They aren't talking.

A strangled sob escapes his aching chest, darkness swallowing him whole to soothe the pain eating away at him. He will wake later, he hopes, if just to hear Aziraphale say his name again. To hear it gentle and amused, to hear it pressed against his skin, his lips, to hear it over and over and over for all the times they did not, could not.

Aziraphale is praying. Crowley is silent.

They aren't talking.

[stargatebarbie]

If you feel comfortable please tell me about your middle name in the tags too! I'm nosey and don't know what to do with my own middle name lmao