#good omens comfort

[youryurigoddess]

But stories are like dandelions. They bloom, and burst into silver clouds, and drift away. And then, when they’re all but forgotten, up they spring, right through inches of solid pavement.

@mister-a-z-fell

[raz-writes-the-thing]

Talk To Me (Good Omens Drabble)

Crowley x GN!Reader / requests are open

Summary: Crowley never fails to comfort you when you need it. Particularly when your mother is involved.

GOMENS: @coffee-and-red-lipstick @quickslvxrrr @clarina04 @motionlessindoubt @stevekempscocktails @go-bonkers-go-foolish @peytonpenguin37 (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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You should know better by now than to attempt to talk to your mother about things. This happens every single time, you swear. You have a great day, you call her to tell her about it, and she turns things around so that she’s the centre of attention. 

And yet, you do it every time. You fall for it. Every time. 

You suppose maybe it’s just hope that she might one day turn it around and actually hear what you have to say. But hope is just that. Hope. Ah well, perhaps one day, hey? 

But whenever this sort of thing happens, there’s one person you turn to for comfort who is always more than happy to take you under their wing. Crowley. That’s where you found yourself now, huddled in his arms and crying your little heart out.

“You know,” you say halfway through a sniffle. “You’re pretty sweet for a Demon.” 

Crowley grunts, wrapping his arm around you a little tighter.

“Going to pretend you didn’t just say that, Pet,” he replied, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead anyway. “Besides, I dunno why you bother trying with her. She’s always doing her best to upset you.” 

You hum, leaning into his rather bony shoulder and closing your eyes, wiping the snot and tears away with a tissue. 

“I just wanted to tell her about my day. I didn’t want anything from her.” 

Crowley hummed thoughtfully, rubbing his hand over your skin in soft comforting circles. 

“Could always call me- you know, if you wanted. I’m happy to listen. Got ears, may as well use them for something.” 

You lift your head, turning to face him head-on. There’s not a hint of a lie there on his face for you to see. He… he was genuine- he wanted to listen to you talk about your day. You grinned and surged forward to press a bit, whopping kiss on his cheek, to which he groaned and wiped your slobber off. 

“Alright, maybe not then,” he protested, face screwed up in a grimace, though you could tell he was just as amused as you were. 

“Nope,” you said, cupping his cheeks and squishing his face. “Too late. You already said.” 

Crowley grunted again- a soft ‘ngk’ sound, but he always answered when you called.

Your mum did get better at it eventually, and you were grateful that she put the effort in, but you couldn’t deny how happy that voice on the other end made you when Crowley picked up.

[obligateweirdo]

Tortured metaphor time!

I feel like I was at a very nice place (possibly the Ritz) waiting for an exquisite meal. I knew it would be a lengthy wait, but my anticipation was high and I was with great friends so it was cool.

Suddenly the restaurant is engulfed in flames. The chef turns out to be an arsonist who has set the place afire.

Chaos ensues.

Then I have escaped, rattled and horrified for those who were injured. I’m so relieved the chef has been apprehended.

I’m also ravenously hungry and really disappointed that my delightful evening took such a hideous turn, but obviously that’s my problem and I feel pretty bad, under the circumstances, that I’m even thinking about it.

Then one of the restaurant’s owners shows up with a bag of fast-food burgers for all of us and hands me one.

I’m grateful. It isn’t what I was hoping for, but it’s better than nothing.

Unless it gives me food poisoning.

[youryurigoddess]

Breathe in, breathe out.

Repeat. And think about whatever you like best.

nap time 💤💛

little animation practice

[todoga]

[vavoom-sorted-art]

he's never been held before

tagging @goodomensafterdark

[snowheartsz]

fuck sex these bitches need a deep, LONG ASS hug where they don’t let go for a while and just soak into each other’s arms like the other’s heartbeat is their oxygen they so desperately need as they bawl their eyes out

[youryurigoddess]

A big wahoo to the organizers for making this possible!

And if you’re a Good Omens fan planning to share some more kindness with the world and participate in the future fandom events at the same time, either physically or virtually, make sure to answer the interest check for the next edition of The Ineffable Con and register to this year’s online celebration of Earth’s Birthday on October 19th!

🥂 We’re in ineffable wonderment of this fandom! 🥂

A massive £11,148.71 has been raised for Alzheimer’s Research UK in memory of Sir Terry Pratchett from TIC 5…

…meaning a whopping £51,546.48 has been raised since TIC 1 in October 2019!

THANK YOU! 😇🥂😈

[sun-splotches]

A collection of Crowleys have slithered this way

[dingledraw]

South Downs cottage fluff based on the Dolly Parton song “Berrypie” 🩷

[bleucalire]

Comfort Characters Meme (+Comfort Art Style Bonus!)

[tonydaddingham]

y2k crowley is so valid and important to me i can't explain

[guardian-of-soho]

Pratchett’s daughter is saying on Twitter that Good Omens is 3/4 her dad’s.

Here’s the video.

[fonziqor]

silly lil mamma mia au for @goromcomzine !! 💗

[the-maw-consumes]

[raggedy-spaceman]

S02E03 I Know Where I'm Going

This scene destroyed me. Physically and emotionally. Oh Aziraphale, you poor sweet angel...