#good omens incorrect quotes

[crowleys-hips]

[idliketobeatree]

you're being silley

[northoftheriver]

Crowley: Do you want to know your gay name? Aziraphale: My… my gay name? Crowley: Yes, it's your first name- Aziraphale: Haha. Very funny Crowley- Crowley: *gets down on one knee* And my last name. Aziraphale: Oh- oh my God.

[ineffablyruined]

Good Omens + Text Posts

[bedazzled-sparrow]

there's a very thin line between bodyguard boyfriend and trophy wife and Crowley is balancing on it like a goddamn funambulist

[angie-words]

Well I accidentally made an Aziraphale special today! Could this be because I identify so strongly with his autistic-coded (to me) ass? Who can say? Also, fic update: I actually got the first draft of my Human AU fic into beta! Now I just need to write the rest...

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[inezrable]

Good Omens + The Onion headlines

[the-snek-of-eden]

Aziraphale: What are you in the mood for? Crowley: World domination. Aziraphale: That's a bit ambitious. Crowley: You are my world. Aziraphale: Aww… Crowley: Aziraphale: Crowley: Aziraphale: OH.

[2apples-tall]

Crowley: I wear dark glasses so no one can see what i’m looking at

Aziraphale: Dear…

[nicolegmattos]

Book Crowley: You know what? I like your hair.

TV Crowley: Thanks. I like yours too.

Book Crowley: I think we should swap. And then we could prank the Angels a little.

TV Crowley: Yeah! I bet they won’t even notice the difference.

After some time…

Book Crowley:

TV Aziraphale:

TV Crowley:

Book Aziraphale:

TV Aziraphale: Oh, look. Aren’t those people feeding bread to the ducks?

TV Crowley: They’re WOT?!

Book Aziraphale: That’s yours.

TV Aziraphale: That’s mine.

[innefableidiot]

*Crowley casually driving in the Bentley at like 100 mph*

Muriel on heelys speeding past the Bentley: HELLO MR CROWLEYY

Crowley: what the fuck-

[crowleys-hips]

i think it's really funny when people describe Crowley's hair as silky or soft or something along those lines in fics, because if you look at David Tennant closely, you can see they used like 50 hair products on his hair to sculpt that shit to perfection. it's probably hard as a rock or stickier than glue. i want a fic where it's like:

Crowley rests his head on Aziraphale's chest, snuggling close. The angel smiles and raises his hand to stroke his hair, but once his fingers are buried in those shiny red locks, they're trapped in a crunchy sea of slick goop. The slimy texture sticks to his fingers like superglue. He tries to pull his hand back, but it's completely stuck. Not even three consecutive miracles can do the trick. He prays for salvation.

[trashpanda6000]

Aziraphale, at Crowley's funeral: "I need a moment with them." Everyone: "Of course." They leave Aziraphale, leaning over Crowley′s coffin: "Okay, listen here you little shit. I know you’re not dead." Crowley: "Yeah, no shit."

[book-place-incorrect-quotes]

Y/N: *sneaking in at 3am*

Aziraphale: *dramatically turning around in a swivel chair* Care to tell me where you were?

Y/N: I was with-uh- I was with Crowley!

Crowley: *also dramatically turns around in a swivel chair, but pushed too hard* Care to try aga- *keeps spinning* Angel?! Angel- I can’t stop the chair-

[ineffablyruined]

Good Omens + Incorrect Quotes

[northoftheriver]

Crowley comes home absolutely drunk, undresses, and stands in Aziraphale’s bedroom. Aziraphale: Darling, are you.. coming to bed? Crowley: No thank you, I’m sure you’re lovely but I have a boyfriend. Crowley: *Lies down on the ground and falls asleep* Aziraphale: …