#daily ineffable husbands

[cieffeitsme]

The Book of Love - Peter Gabriel From Aziraphale & Crowley's Angelic Playlist

[hoshioyoo]

I’m singin’ in the rainnn 🎵

The sun’s in my heart and I’m ready for lovee! 🎶

[hattersarts]

breakfast together, marmite & jam.

[knifeforkspooncup]

Things got pretty boring in the garden after Adam and Eve left...

GOD: As it happens, Aziraphale had nothing to say about the word "kiss."

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[daily-crowley]

Crowley Of The Day: throwback for today to this iconic look 😍

[hg-aneh]

Read a fic in which Crowley's brain (or lack thereof) stopped working whenever he got a nice angelic cuddle... got inspired

[elenthyaolyenths]

[ChillOmenstober] - Day 4: "Fallen"

Prompt list by @gribouli - Thank you!

Time Completion: 5h30.

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[mrghostrat]

I loved Crowley’s half up ponytail look from season 1!!!

😭 Sorry the pic is not great lol

YAAAAAAY thank you for a peak crowley. i too am feral for the 90s look. it sustains me.

*rattles cup* please more crowleys!!!!

[meep-meep-richie]

It’s been 3 months since their break up

[dyketennant]

i’m sorry but i’ll never get over the fact that jim, genuinely distressed at finding out he told aziraphale to shut his stupid mouth and die as gabriel, asks if there’s anything he can do to help, and crowley point-blank says “yeah, kill yourself”

[cieffeitsme]

There's something about Crowley's calm quiet here that hit me.

Even if only for a while, sitting on that bench he allows himself to relax leaving worries aside. A moment like there have already been in the last few years that allows him to peek through keyhole to see what the precious and peaceful life has always wanted to spend together with his angel could really be like, without restriction.

Sometimes surprised himself by thinking how despite the millions of years passed, a thousand vicissitudes and an existence as occult and ethereal entities in the illimitable vastness of the universe have found each other and choose each other every time. Unlikely perhaps, but not impossible given that both are halves of the same soul and neither could ever truly exist without the other by their side. And Crowley knows it. This is all absolutely surprising. And as much as it annoys him, has long since stopped fighting against that feeling so great as to trascend time that he can almost no longer manage it.

Who knows what could have happened from there to eternity if Jim(briel) had never upset their lives, or rather if hadn't already been planned for armageddon to happen.

But at that moment there wasn't room for those thoughts. In that moment there was only room to savor those brief moments of happiness disguised as a challenge to see how far Aziraphale would go whit the meeting of the Whickber Street shopkeepers and street traders association.

Secretly hoping that won't have to pretend anymore at some point.

Gif credits: @stars-bean @twobabkas

[actual-changeling]

Crowley stops with one hand pressed against the door, held back by a nauseating pull in his stomach.

"Do you-" he hesitates, refusing to turn around, and yet there is nothing he wants to do more than retrace his steps and keep trying.

"Do you want that angel back?"

Behind his shades, the world grows blurry with uncried tears he refuses to allow to fall, and his breaths tremble slightly, seeking a familiar smell, taste, the touch of lips against his. He doesn't know why he asks now, the question has been stuck in his head since Eden and turned into a cruel whisper after Job. Centuries of silence and swallowed words, but he opened the gates, and the unasked question is spilling out of his throat without much control.

"I- what?" 

Aziraphale sounds breathless, tears clogging his voice, and he hates that he knows he is crying, hates that he is the one who caused it, hates that he is almost crying too.

He still doesn't turn around.

"The angel I was. Is that who you—who you want?" Bitter and angry, and somehow softer than everything he has said so far. "Do you think you will get him back if I return to heaven?"

"Crowley-"

"Answer the question."

Wet heat traces a path down his cheek, and Crowley lifts his hand from the door to catch them before they drip from his jaw. The tears sting in his eyes and on his skin, and he wonders if they would taste like blood or him.

"No. I don't- Crowley, I want you to come with me. I want you to come with me and-- and be with me. Be happy."

There is no heat behind Aziraphale's words, no desperation, only weak resignation and the sound of sadness on his tongue; the fractures running through them are mirrors of each other, sharp beneath his fingertips. Crowley wants to hold onto his fizzling anger, but it's trickling through his fingers like sand, turning to dust before it even hits the ground.

"They don't want me there. I don't want me there. I want-"

you. 

It's always been you.

He can't turn around, not because he doesn't want to (God, does he want to), but he knew how this was going to end the second Aziraphale mentioned the offer. Crowley knows him, knows himself, and heaven would rip him apart in ways he knows he would never be able to fix.

It's them or it's himself, and for the very first time in six thousand years, Crowley chooses himself, and he hates himself for it more than ever before.

Behind him, Aziraphale takes a careful step towards him, then another. Crowley's hand returns to the door, a warning.

Let me leave, please. If you ask me to be with you again, I'll stay; you know I will.

"I'll be waiting, angel."

He savours the taste of it on his tongue, melts it until it mixes with the taste of him, their kiss, and for a second, the world stands still.

Before either of them can say another word, before he can turn around, before Aziraphale's hand can land on his shoulder, Crowley pushes the door open and allows the world to keep turning; he steps outside, and it swallows him whole.

[danielsarmand]

GOOD OMENS (2019-)

1.02 // 1.03

[daily-crowley]

Crowley Of The Day: if I could run my fingers through his hair, maybe give him a little braid, I’m sure many of my problems would disappear.

[vroomvroomwee]

I think what some people overlook when it comes to non-binary representation, but that Good Omens has managed to nail on the head (as usual), is how often we see afab nbs being masculine (short hair, gender neutral/male clothes etc.) and amab nbs being feminine (long hair, feminine characteristics etc.).

And that's just... I don't want to say wrong because it's not, but it's just so telling of how they still see that person as their agab.

What I mean by that is, if someone only accepts afab nb people when they're nonconforming or should I say deviating from their agab, then they still view them as women. The same goes for amab nb people. If someone expects gender nonconformity from them and a more feminine expression, then at a basic level, they still view them as men. And yes, there's been that discussion about trans people not being required to perform and how stereotypes are harmful, but I mean this on a more psychological/ingrained level. (That's why I'm mentioning afab and amab so much (sorry))

And Good Omens absolutely knocks it out of the park with this. Not only does it say a giant fuck you to gender expectations for nb beings, but it has such a diverse range of identities represented. Muriel, an afab nb person who dresses feminine. Beelzebub an afab nb person who presents masculine. Andrew, an amab nb person who presents feminine. Aziraphale, an amab nb person who presents masculine. Crowley, an amab nb person who is somehow every single one of these combined. (I know none of them are humans. I'm speaking about how they are perceived by the audience)

When someone only views nb people as afab=must present masculine and amab=must present feminine, then all they're doing is saying they still view nb individuals as their agab, because if they didn't tie nb people's agab to their personalities then them presenting as their agab would have no influence on a person's perspective of their identity. Nb people deserve to present as their agab without their identity being invalidated or them being viewed as cis.

[elenthyaolyenths]

And I'm trying to keep these bones inside my skin

My body is in a hole my shadow digs

And as I struggle to maintain my position

The oil's dried from this heart of rusted tin

And I wonder if I'll survive this

Without you...

[ChillOmenstober] - Day 7, "Archangel", prompt list from @gribouli

Lyrics from "Without You", by Low Roar.

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Time Completion: ̵T̵̵o̵̵o̵ ̵L̵̵o̵̵n̵̵g̵ 6-8h, thanks to the 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘄𝗼𝗿k𝘀 and uploaded it on FB under his own account name. Killing my motivation. With or without crediting, 𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗥𝗘𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗧 and it kills artists so 𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗘 𝗗𝗢𝗡'𝗧 𝗥𝗘𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗧 𝗠𝗬 𝗔𝗥𝗧

Please, reblog and/or like, but don't repost. Ask me if you are not familiar with those terms and need more explanations. Thank you, love you all💔❤️‍🩹

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@fearandhatred ; @eybefioro ; @crowleys-bentley-and-plants ; @ashfae ; @crowleys-hips;

@paperclipninja ; @silverdphantom ; @neverlet ; @naturallyteal

@mad-aims ; @daisydimple20092 ; @seraphhiim ; @rebeccakatmauri