#going faster than a rollercoaster

[nonightingalesinberkelysquare]

Guys I am David Tennant and I want to confirm that my hair is red xxx

[1941-crowley-slut]

Just caught myself singing "every day it's a-getting closer..." except I forgot the next line and without me even realizing it, my brain filled the blank with "please just put my feelings in a toaster"

How's your day going?

[rain-eats-stars]

these two tragic little gay men will be the death of me (art creds to @/hausmakes)

[phantomram-b00]

You think there was a point Crowley did at one point kissed Aziraphale’s cheek from excitement? Picture this: aziraphale surprised him with a concert tickets of his favorite band/singer (maybe Queen or David Bowie), he realize there’s two tickets, Aziraphale wanted to go with him to check it out. Also subtle trying to ask him out on a date but their communication is nonexistent . This shocks Crowley as he never expect that the same angel that refuses to get with the times outfit wise is willing to go with him to a concert? But he was happy, and wouldn’t want to go with anyone else but Aziraphale. But now it the concert, Aziraphale can admit, the crowd is a bit loud, Crowley expected this and was about to surprise him a Walkman that has the cassette full of classical music but the concert starting, and soon they started their performance, aziraphale looks at crowley with pure happiness as Crowley is smiling so big, never seen the demon smile this wide before so to see him just smile was perfect for him. And show that he was having a good time. And aziraphale had to be honest, he started to get why Crowley enjoy this band; still won’t give up on his classical taste and will die on this hill but he must admit that the wily snake have quite fine taste in music.

Then. Aziraphale secretly did a miracle, and oh what’s that? The band decided to play Crowley’s favorite song from them, Crowley squeal with joy and even started singing with them. Without zero care, and he love it every bit of it. Just as the band finish the song, Crowley in all his excitement and euphoria cheers along with the crowd and kisses Aziraphale on the cheek heating up all the angel’s senses as his blushes profusely. It felt the world spun for just that one moment. Even if it was just a peck; it made aziraphale have butterflies all over his stomach. His heart skipping many beats, oh his heart was telling him to turn around and kiss him, to hug him—

Crowley realize as he step away for a moment covering his mouth. His face was growing red than his own hair, aziraphale was just as surprised as him no doubt, this was brave, they’ve never done this before. Never toke this step. Aziraphale and him merely forgotten at that moment their own fears of being caught by their sides. Crowley felt his eye stinging with tears going to apologize but Aziraphale stopped him by holding his hand for the first time and kisses his cheek; he felt as cheesy as this might be felt he might discorporate on the spot, but instead he felt he wanted to do backflips, give aziraphale many kisses all over, or stop time to just hug each other. One thing about him, his imaginations is a powerful beast, but all he did in this moment besides his face now red as he smiles giddily. Looking Aziraphale’s blue-ish hazel eyes and his angelic smile was enough to make him enjoy ever bit of this. “That was fast even for you Angel” Crowley said as his senses are heated and his head was spinning, aziraphale chuckled, “we can go fast just a little my dear.”

Oh how they wish they can look at each other, forget about the world. But their attention got cut short when the singer announced they were going to perform another song, the promptly draw their attention back at the show but they still hold each other hands the entire concert. After that, they wouldn’t stop talking about it, and even started to go on many concert dates from classical to rock, just they made sure aziraphale at least got his Walkman with him just incase if the environment got too loud or is overestimating for him. But rest to sure, this spark a new interest and even start a new routine of holding hands and maybeeee kissing each other cheeks. But overall, Crowley can say, that this was his favorite concert with Aziraphale.

(This is loosely based off of no other than Stardew Valley Shane’s heart event. I can’t find the gif so here the video of it instead to get the gist for those haven’t played stardew valley)

[wrenkyrr]

My honest reaction to good omens 2 was to install Tumblr and whatever this drawing is

[godfrey-the-chaos-duck]

I'VE COME TO MAKE AN ANNOUNCEMENT!!!!!!!!!!!

THE SEASON 2 TRAILER IS HERE AND IT'S FUCKING AMAZING OH MY GOSH!!!!!!!

The AMOUNT of ineffable hand-flapping I am doing right now is unreal

The sound I made was probably heard all the way from Alpha Centauri!!!!

I will not survive this season guys, I will discorporate from the utter excitement of it all

@queerestqueertoeverqueer @fuckyeahgoodomens @wilywitchwahoo @hg-aneh @lookitsstevie @cliopadra @aziraphales-flaming-cock AND EVERYONE ELSE IN THE FANDOM

Shit's about to get nice and accurate up in here

[falsewordz]

Noooo

No guys noooo

I have the song Everyday stuck in my head now

[writerinneverland]

AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

NEIL NEIL! There’s an article from Deadline Hollywood that says good omens is going to be renewed for a third season IS IT TRUE??? CAN I START SCREAMING ALREADY???

Every day it's getting closer. We aren't quite there yet. But Amazon has definitely been doing things that make a third season more likely.

[artaud-d2]

finished watching good omens season 2 // hasn’t started watching good omens season 2

anyway how are we feeling

[completeanduttermess]

gotta say. I fucking love it when shows bring back songs that are SO OLD I love love love it

[sapphic-bats]

every day they drive me more insane

I don't think we talk enough about Aziraphale's hand here

[phantomram-b00]

Stop because my aunt gave me an early Christmas gift and- and- 🥲🥲😭🥰 (I love it as well as cry about Good omens again)

[tampire]

♪ Everyday, it's a-getting closer ♪

♪ Going faster than a rollercoaster ♪

♪ Love like yours will ♪

♪ Surely come my way ♪

♪ A-hey, a-hey-hey ♪

Gabriel and Beelzebub eventually survive the consequences of The Metatron and Satan

Bonus:

[valsverse]

• just thinking about percy jackson as your summer bf. fumbling with sunscreen, smearing it on each other’s noses, missing spots on purpose. sticky cuddles under the blanket, even though the air is way too hot for any kind of physical contact. popsicle juice dribbling down your chin, and him kissing it away, his lips sweet and a little too eager. racing into the ocean, him pretending to trip just to make you laugh. stealing sips of each other’s lemonade, but only when you think he’s not looking. screaming on the rollercoaster while he pretends to be fearless, though you catch his knuckles white around the bar. arguing over the best ice cream flavor—he insists on mint chocolate chip, but you know it’s cookies and cream. beach volleyball that always ends with him picking you up and spinning you around, both of you laughing too hard to keep score. running barefoot on the hot pavement, hopping between patches of grass. falling asleep in a hammock, legs tangled, with the smell of saltwater still clinging to your skin, and waking up to sunburned shoulders and his lazy grin. • or how fall coded leo valdez is. going to haunted houses together, hiding your face in his shoulder every time you get freaked, while he grins and teases you, but never lets go. sharing one scarf because he insists he’s not cold, but somehow the scarf always ends up wrapped around you both. carving pumpkins together, where he makes his a goofy, over-engineered contraption while yours is just happy and crooked. attempting to watch Saw for halloween, but halfway through, he grabs the remote, and suddenly It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown! is on. apple cider kisses, warm and sweet, his lips tasting like cinnamon. drowning tea with lethal douses of nutmeg because he swears it makes everything better, and it does. walking through piles of fallen leaves, and just when you’re admiring the colors, he kicks a bunch of them at you, laughing as you chase him down the path. ending the night with bonfires, where he messes with the flames, making them flicker in shapes just to make you laugh. • and winters with luke castellan, him cupping your face in his hands, palms warm and soft, trying to chase away the chill from your cheeks, always grumbling about how cold you are, but never pulling away. sharing caramel apples, and him struggling to take a bite while making a mess, albeit with a small grin. snowball fights that start with playful teasing and end with him catching you in his arms, both of you laughing and brushing off snow. walking through the frosty streets, his arm around your shoulders, making sure you’re never too cold. stopping by a food cart for hot chocolate, where he burns his tongue but pretends he's fine, playing it off with a casual shrug while you laugh. driving through the city, holiday music low in the background, his eyes flickering between the lights and your smile; and his peppermint scent clinging to your sweater, lingering long after he’s gone. • while jason grace is undeniably a spring bf. feeding each other freshly picked strawberries, sweet and sun-warmed, his smile soft as he knows just how to choose the best ones. stopping by the convenience store for a snack run, where he knows your favorites by heart, grabbing them without a second thought. stopping by a local café for iced coffee, his fingers brushing yours as he hands you your drink.

playful water fights by the fountain, where he always ends up drenched, his hair sticking to his forehead, but he’s still grinning, water dripping everywhere as you both laugh at the chaos. visiting farmers' markets together, where he picks out the freshest fruits and insists on trying every sample with you. sharing ice cream cones that melt faster than you can eat them, him sneaking bites from yours with a playful smirk, wiping away a stray drip with the back of his hand before it hits the ground.

©valsverse— do not steal, edit, or repost my works. plagiarism is prohibited.

[purinfelix]

your eyes only ⋆⟡˖ - enhypen as meet cutes

summary: some small blurbs about meeting the boys situations that are just awkward enough to be romantic warnings; none

a/n: aaa i'm such a romantic i always love writing meet cutes like these ... i tried my best to come up with ones that match each member (mostly forced proximity ones lol) so lmk how i did!! <333

heesung - ride partner ⋆˚࿔

You had always hated waiting in lines, so when the rollercoaster you had been eager to try had a 'singles only' line with a much shorter wait time - the choice was easy. It seemed genius, and you had loved the feeling of speeding past the other groups and couples who were stuck waiting.

But this joy was short-lived since you soon realised just how small the seats were, and how close you'd have to sit with whichever stranger you got assigned. Luckily enough for you, when you make it to the front line he's already looking at you expectantly, round eyes nervously scanning your face as he chews on his bottom lip - and you let out an internal sigh of relief at the fact that he doesn't seem too bad.

Silently, you slip into the seat beside him, trying to ignore how tightly the two of you are pressed up against each other as the ride starts and you begin the steep inline. The nerves growing in your stomach are no surprise since you've always loved the thrill of fast rides - but a completely new feeling comes over you once you feel his hand grab hold of yours.

In the split second you have before the fall you turn to look at his hand, which is white-knuckled from how tight he's holding on to yours. Then you notice his face, which is scrunched in agony as if bracing for impact as he turns to you and you have to hold back a laugh at how endearing it is.

"Not a fan of heights?" you ask, trying to alleviate his nerves with a joke - though it doesn't seem to work.

"I-I'm Heesung," he manages to stammer out and before you know it you're racing through the rest of the ride, the loops and turns going by faster than you can register. It's only once you reach the very end and can breathe freely that you realise his fingers are still intertwined with yours.

jay - record store ⋆˚࿔

The quaint record store run by a kind elderly man had been your territory ever since you'd stumbled into it by chance a couple years ago. So why was there an irritatingly good-looking guy there in the middle of a weekday, hovering over the section where your favourite band's new release was?

You try to inch closer, filing through the stand just next tot him to signal that you want him to move over, but he doesn't seem to notice you - instead humming a song quietly to himself, and as if you aren't annoyed already it just so happens to be one of your favourites. You make an effort to make your presence known by clearing your throat, but it comes out a lot louder than you intended and you actually end up taking him by surprise.

"Oh, sorry," he gasps out, taking a couple steps away from you and, damnit, now your face is bright red because he's looking right at you. "You like this band too?" he asks, brows raised with intrigue.

"Yeah," you say curtly, taking note of the fact that he's holding the last copy of the new album. You're about to turn and leave, desperate to forget this embarrassing interaction but before you can, he's holding it out to you, fingers brushing over yours as he shoots you a polite smile.

"Here, I can wait for the next shipment," he says calmly, eyes fixed on yours as he turns to walk towards the exit. You manage to will your legs to move enough to carry you to the register, however you notice him turning back to you. Swiftly, he moves past you to grab a pen and scrap piece of paper from the counter, scribbling something on it before handing it to you.

"Here's my number, let me know what you think of it okay? If it's good then maybe you can lend it to me sometime," he calls out casually before once again turning to exit the store leaving you breathless and frozen in place.

jake - dog park ⋆˚࿔

"Charlie, slow down!"

It never failed to surprise you just how quickly your dog could run, even now as you sprinted full speed after him you were only just managing to keep a hold of his leash. You weren't exactly sure what had piqued his interest, causing him to beeline through the dog park, but it was the last of your worries right now as you stumbled behind him, calling out his name to no avail.

Suddenly, he stops and you're allowed a sigh of relief, but this soon turns once again into worry once you realise why.

"Hey buddy," comes a friendly voice, one belonging to a guy you've never seen before at this dog park - because you're sure you would've remembered if you had. You watch, frozen, as he bends down to pet your dog's head, his other hand holding the leash of his own dog.

"Sorry, he's just-" you begin, only to be interrupted by your dog beginning to interact with his, sniffing and playing with it. "Charlie!" you hiss as he bounds forward once more, pulling you with him as you collide with the handsome stranger. He only lets out an amused laugh in response as his arms come up to catch you.

"Seems like someone's had one too many treats," he laughs warmly and you're almost so caught up in watching him that you don't notice both of your dogs play fighting around you, their leashes growing more and more tangled, winding the two of you closer and closer together.

sunghoon - rush hour ⋆˚࿔

You manage to squeeze onto the packed train home just in time, the doors slamming shut behind you with a definite thud. Leaning against them, your chest heaves as a result of your dash through the station to make it.

It's only once the train starts to move that you realise just how many people are stuffed in it, or more so, how close you are to a certain person. He's obviously trying to avoid eye contact with how his lids keep fluttering every time you look up at him, it's sort of endearing, in an awkward way. Not wanting to add to the thick tension filling the tiny space between the two of you, you do the same, keeping your eyes fixed on the floor near your feet.

With a loud screech, the train lurches to a halt sending you crashing into his broad chest before you can register it. He catches you, almost instinctively with one arm around your waist, the other flat against the train door to steady himself.

The first thing you notice is the way he smells - fresh, a little delicate, almost flowery. You also notice how warm his hand feels splayed over the fabric covering your lower back. However, it's the rapid sound of his drumming heart that brings you back to reality causing you to jerk away from him and clear your throat a little awkwardly as you nod "Thanks".

He offers a curt nod in response, his mouth thinning into a stiff line - though the hand gripping the door behind you doesn't move and even though he turns away from your gaze once again, you can see the hot pink blush growing at the tips of his ears.

sunoo - annoying neighbour ⋆˚࿔

You're beyond fed up. It's almost midnight and over two hours since the owner of the apartment next to yours started up their obnoxiously loud gathering. You were willing to give them the benefit of the doubt for the most part, but you had an exam tomorrow that you desperately needed sleep for.

So begrudgingly you climb out of bed and shuffle out of your room, hoping your dishevelled look serves to make them feel bad for keeping you up. As you make your way into the hallway and knock on the door, you plan out your rant - how you'll lay out your conditions, politely but firmly ask them to keep it down, and then leave with the victory of peaceful sleep.

But when the door swings open, and you're met with the round expectant eyes of your neighbour, your plan quickly falls away.

"Oh, hey, are you here for the-" he begins, and you can feel the weight of his gaze on your unkempt appearance.

"No, I'm from next door," you struggle out, "sorry, I." You watch as his brows furrow slightly as he leans in, urging you to continue - but this only makes you feel more embarrassed as your face feels flushed.

"Could you guys just keep it down a little? I've got an exam tomorrow and I'm trying to sleep but you guys-" you ramble but his eyes light up with apology as soon as you speak.

"Oh, of course! I'm so sorry, I had no clue," he says, and even through your exhausted haze you can tell he really means it. As he bids you farewell and shuts the door you stand there facing it for a couple seconds, in shock by not only how easily he understood your request but how flustered you felt yourself getting in his presence.

Luckily as you head back he seems to have kept his promise, and you're able to sleep peacefully. When you wake up the next morning though, and rush out for your exam you almost miss it - a tiny bundle of sweets wrapped in a ribbon with a note that reads "good luck on your exam - sorry for the noise!"

jungwon - caught in the rain ⋆˚࿔

It's just your luck that the one day you forgot your umbrella, you get caught in a massive storm and miss your last bus home. With a defeated sigh you slump back onto the bus stop bench - seemingly your home until you can figure out how to get home, or the rain stops. You brush a couple wet strands of hair away from your forehead and try your best to dry yourself off.

"Shit," you hear someone mumble, and that's when you notice him standing beside you, face illuminated by the phone he's holding close to his face. Even through his frustrated expression and furrowed brows, you can tell he's good-looking.

"Was that your bus too?" you ask with a light scoff, watching as he nods reluctantly but almost with relief that he's not alone.

"Guess we're stuck here," he sighs, taking a seat beside you and leaning back before turning to look at you, his sharp eyes raking over yours. You shift slightly under his gaze feeling a sudden consciousness of what a mess you must look like, drenched from the rain - but he doesn't seem to mind, an amused smile spread across his features as he pipes up again. "So what's your name?"

ni-ki - group project ⋆˚࿔

You told him to meet you in the library at five, but that was twenty minutes and he's still nowhere to be found. You're about to leave but you spot him coming through the hall, tall figure unmissable as his eyes search for you through the rows of bookshelves. Once he spots you though, his face rests into an expression that shows that he couldn't care less.

"Hey," he says coolly.

"You're late," you shoot back in a huff.

"I know, sorry," he sighs, throwing down his backpack and pulling up a chair just a little too close beside you. "Dance practice ran late," he explains as he runs a hand through his hair.

The two of you work in silence for the most part, occasionally exchanging awkward small talk about the class in between discussing your project. To your surprise, not only do the two of you have more in common than you thought, but he actually has decent ideas for someone you've only ever seen use this class for naps.

Surely that's the reason why you feel a little flutter in your heart everytime his shoulder brushes up against yours - and it certainly doesn't help that everytime you look up at him, he's already looking at you, lips turned upwards into a barely-noticeable smile.

But then again, you aren't too shocked when your study session soon comes to an end and instead of taking off immediately like you thought he would - he simply stands there waiting for you to pack up, hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans, and shyly asks if you'd like to grab something to eat after.