#To Our World

[ineffable-rohese]

Thinking of Michael Sheen and his tartan socks and "To our world," and thinking that maybe he wasn't talking about Aziraphale and Crowley (or not exclusively) but about all of us. About all of the people whose love and passion has made Good Omens more than just a book/show for 30+ years.

He was a fan long before he was Aziraphale. He's loved this world the way so many of us have. And he, and other passionate, love filled people have been able to bring it to life and bring it to new audiences, who have fallen in love with it.

"To our world" means all the people with battered paperbacks with suspicious stains, or third copies because the previous copies were "loaned" to a friend and never returned.

"To our world" means everyone who's kindly argued over meaning and shared theories and provided historical context and found a deeper understanding.

"To our world" means all the artists who have imagined these characters in so many ways and shared their visions over the decades.

"To our world" means all the writers who have taken the source material and ran with it, expanding the world and bringing new meaning and new understanding to it.

"To our world" means all the cosplayers who transform themselves into the characters, who love them so much they need to become them, if only for a few hours.

"To our world" means the hundreds of lucky professionals who have gotten to do those things to turn a beloved book into a beloved show.

"To our world" means all of us and the friendships and love that has bloomed because of this thing we have co-created. Our world.

[metalmiez]

It was a beautiful day

The sun had been shining all day and warmed the air to a cozy temperature.

„More wine, my dear?“ Aziraphale asked lazily and turned his head to the slender figure next to him. Crowley had been basking in the sun for the past thirty-ish minutes - keeping his eyes closed and enjoying the warm light, leaned back on his elbows. Aziraphale had been reading meanwhile, laying on the blanket they had spread out on the grass.

It was calmingly silent on top of the hill, the breeze soft and the ocean in eyesight. Not a single soul out here but an angel and a demon, who had been enjoying a rather lovely picnic earlier that afternoon.

Crowley slowly opened his eyes and peeked through half-closed lids to the angel next to him. Aziraphale had put his book aside and held out the bottle of red wine they had brought with them.

“Nah.“ He declined and gazed at his angel instead. He couldn’t fight a fond smile creeping up his demonic lips as he watched Aziraphale put the bottle back into the basket. It was such a rare sight, seeing him without his bow tie, sleeves of his shirt rolled up to the elbows and his collar unbuttoned. Almost scandalous, for Aziraphale‘s standards.

“You look gorgeous today, angel,” Crowley smiled and watched Aziraphale blush.

“Oh, you old charmer!” he replied with pink cheeks, avoiding Crowley’s gaze. He fiddled with his ring, peeking at the demon every few seconds.

“And you, my sweethaert, look stunning - as always.”

Now it was Crowley who blushed and frowned by the pet name Aziraphale had started to use lately. He shouldn’t feel so flustered by that, he was a evil demon after all! But pride was a sin, so he let it slip. A little ‘Mrm’ sound left his throat.

Aziraphale laughed and leaned over to him, pressing a tiny kiss on the demon’s cheekbone. Crowley grumbled quietly, but still leaned into the soft touch. He was growing rather soft to the angel’s affections lately, and it got harder and harder to keep up the cool masquerade of mystery. When Aziraphale retreated, the demon huffed oh so little and reached out, trapping the angel’s chin between the fingers of his right hand. A little gasp fled Aziraphale’s throat as the demon pulled him back. Golden eyes met grey-blue ones, and the angel blushed again like anything. But he smiled as endearing as only Aziraphale could. A little mischief twinkled in his clear eyes before he closed them and leaned forwards the last bit, tenderly pressing his lips on Crowley’s.

The demon couldn’t resist the little smile as he watched his angel’s face closely, savouring his tender expression. His fingers stroked Aziraphale’s soft jawline, before cupping his face with his palm and closing his eyes, letting himself fall into a soft kiss.

This was the life he never dared to dream about. And still, here they were.

And that was everything he ever wished for.

[ufofrommarss]

Our world 🪽🐍

[searchingforakeythatdoesntexist]

"I'm here for you."

At first, this one was meant to comfort a dear friend I couldn't reach.

Then I had a very bad week day, and sharing my sorrow with my friends on the Good Omens After Dark Subreddit has been so helpful. So, I finally decided to share this special one with our wonderful fandom. And in the end, it feels like we might all need a hug in these difficult times.

Let's dream again, and cheer up and support each other. Let's laugh and rant and cry and smile again, together.

To our world, whatever may come.

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[suzypfonne]

Michael, for the rest of the day, after sending that tweet Sunday

[no-paperwork]

"..and they aren't talking."

Two ineffable swans ignoring each other in the pond.

[enthusiasteditor]

Michael, you bastard (in the most loving way possible)... I didn't want to cry today...

[ineffable-ezra]

You know those swinging benches you can get? I picture the south downs cottage having one in the garden, covered in flowers.

Good Omens 3 should end with Crowley and Aziraphale on it, with champagne toasting "To our world, and to us."

[baltimore-belle]

Michael Christopher Sheen what is this…!!!

[amagnificentobsession]

The beautiful, soft voice.

So full of love, so full of so very many things held back for 6,000 years ♥️

Crowley ♥️🔥✨

[schattenhonig]

Does anybody else get the feeling Michael's "To Our World" is a very subtle way to reclaim Good Omens, to separate it from NG? Just me? Cool...

[aziraphales-ineffable-bookshop]

Every ten minutes, my brain goes "To our world" and then I sob over the significance of that phrase.

[marauderingpaige]

Crowley loves The Greatest Showman for one reason and one reason only…

Rewrite the Stars…

And he is also the cause of it being in the cinemas for so long because he kept tempting people to go and see it, repeatedly, in the wildest hopes that his Angel would go and watch it, then hear that song, and think of him. Of them. Of “us”.

[kinoritik13]

“To our world!”

They will say these words lazily drinking wine in their blooming garden, accompanied by the song of a proverbial nightingale. Period.

[saddybildaddy]

s3 ending south downs and it's "to our world"? who's crying with me

[no-paperwork]

They like (almost) holding hands..