#aziraphale is in for a surprise

[some-siren]

Ok ok wait I'm rewatching the very beggining of ep 5 when Aziraphale talks about the 1965 doctor who annual and just

Aziraphale: "The 1965 Annual was indeed never printed, *looks at Crowley*, due to problems at the BBC"

Crowley:

Crowley, what happened in september 1965 at the BBC..?

[fearandhatred]

if aziraphale doesn't grab crowley by his gay little scarf in season 3 then what's the point. why does he even wear it. take that shit off if it's not important to the plot

[smoosie]

The South Downs Cottage - part 2

[watchingwisteria]

im so sorry i get it now i really do, the gay angels have me shaking screaming crying at all hours of the day and night, they mean everything to me i am literally thinking about them all the time and what it would mean to love someone steadily and silently through eternity, what it would mean to love across the lines of a divine war of supposed good and evil, what it would mean to carve out a space for oneself and ones lover in no man’s land, in the grey and moral ambiguity when you were created to be black and white without blemish. god i love them so much i just

[julielilac]

1x02 // 2x06

[greentea-and-cookies]

[SPOILERS FOR SEASON 2 OF GOOD OMENS]

I did this animatic for a college assignment and I wanted to share it in my socials :]

It hasn't been graded yet but everyone I showed this to liked it so.... I hope it goes well😬

Song: Everything Stays by Rebecca Sugar

https://youtu.be/Lr0UOKd1dd0?si=5dUyjfKS6cDIetjS

[ineffableteeth]

Putting Armageddon Right?

Oh this is interesting

[hexcoreviktor]

I'm sorry. I apologise. Whatever I said, I didn't mean it. Work with me, I'm apologising here. Yes? Good. Get in the car. What? No.

GOOD OMENS - 1.04 Saturday Morning Funtime

[hikarry]

Michael: Adorable. Gorgeous. Angelic

David: CrAzY eYeS

[mizgnomer]

We can see the a few goats/crows flying away after Crawly's firebombs supposedly "destroy" them

Good Omens Season 2 - A Companion to Owls

[taurielofmirkwood77777]

Me, trying to convince a friend to watch Good Omens: Look, it's really short, only 2 seasons of 6 episodes. You can watch it in a day.

My friend, googling the poster, not paying attention:

Friend: They gay?

Me: ...yes?

Friend: I'm in.

[fearandhatred]

in every lifetime

happy good omens season 2 anniversary everyone <3

full comic and more under the cut

here are the existing panels i have posted: panels 1, 2, 5, 6, 8, and 9 of panel 2. i probably won't post the rest because i did them really fast (like 4 of them today) so they're not great lmaooo just don't zoom in. honestly just so gobsmacked that i actually managed to finish this i need to go celebrate

and this drawing was inspired by the greatest comic ever created:

[frogguchi]

thinking about how aziraphale loves quietly and yet still so loudly, and how crowley loves loudly and yet still so quietly

when i say that azi loves quietly but still so loudly, he doesn’t really say it but he shows it, and it’s so obvious. between the two of them, aziraphale wasn’t the one to make the loud declarations of love, he’s always just receiving it, but it doesn’t mean it isn’t there. you can always see from his expressions, his eyes, his little and big smiles, the little gestures, the touches — he’s so quiet in a verbal sense, but his actions always speak louder than words.

crowley, on the other hand, is the one to do all those dramatic declarations, the offers to run away, the one to always say they’re on their own side. he’s the one to say what they were both feeling but never thought to acknowledge for the past 6000 years. he expresses what he thinks through words. and yet, he’s still so quiet, not knowing what to say nor do most of the time when he’s with his angel. he’s impulsive, and rash, and even at his confession, that even though he planned it, he still has to say it all in a rush. and he still couldn’t say it directly. and he can’t exactly express the feelings through his eyes because they’re covered most of the time, and to avoid aziraphale from knowing his true feelings after the confession, he covers them up again. so, in a way, he also loves quietly, because there are still words that remain unsaid.

[ceb0p]

[actual-changeling]

crowley has never felt "damned", not directly after his fall, not centuries later.

it is hard to feel damned on earth, as he had discovered, when there is sunlight on his skin and wine on his tongue. when there are joys big and small, reasons to smile, to laugh. when there's aziraphale smiling back.

unforgivable, yes. fallen for certain. unlovable, sometimes, usually right before deciding to go to sleep for a few decades with the hope it will be gone once he wakes again.

he does not believe in salvation—it is hard to see god as a saviour when you remember her ripping everything good you had ever felt out of your chest. besides, compared to earth, heaven is empty. a room with bleached floors and sterile walls, devoid of anything truly real, truly alive. so the opposite, eternal damnation, logically cannot exist either.

believe in one, believe in the other. believe in none, and you lose them both.

maybe, he had thought, maybe there is no salvation but there certainly is hope.

hoping is easy when the world is whole, when his world is whole and next to him, smiling, constant, watching him with shining eyes. it had felt natural then, to dream about a future where all of this works out—where they worked out.

crowley remembers the burning hope in his chest, more gentle than her grace but just as alive, and it had danced over his skin, feeling utterly content and at home. sunlight and smiles flowing together with bubbling joy.

he has never been further from being a demon, and yet, with his hands falling and his lungs aching, damnation becomes tangible, definable.

after burning up in the sky, in fire and flames and pools of boiling sulphur, he falls a second time. crowley sees it then, clear on his face and sharper than the claws that had ripped him open and stolen his stars from inside his heart.

fallen. unforgivable. unlovable.

"i forgive you"

damned.

there had been a holiness to living, wisps of hope and promises. all of it is gone now, taken, stolen.

they were yours anyway, he doesn't say. all of me, it was yours.

offered to him with weeping hands, open and truthful, his heart beating and bleeding and melting through his fingers. take it, he had said, it's yours. let it be yours.

angels. white-winged and perfect and whole. blessed, the definition of blessing, of holiness, of everything good.

so, crowley tells himself, if salvation exists, if i can see it crack and shatter right in front of me, whatever remains must be the opposite.

it is all he can feel, the hollow that had been him, no soul to damn and yet there he is—damned. alone. lonely. power ripples through him, tasting desperation, tasting fury and heartbreak, and he allows it, embraces it. it doesn't matter anymore.

bad. evil. a liar and an enemy and unlovable the way he is—and worst of all, unchangeable. somehow after everything, that is what broke them. maybe he has been wrong about himself all along.

damned for now and all eternity, so he might as well, right?

[aragarna]

Good Omemes: Shockity shocked - Michael Sheen as Aziraphale in Good Omens 1x03.