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[heohl-art]

After three (amazing) weeks in England as my holiday, it's now time to fly back home~

• From Heathrow with Love •

I enjoyed every minute and I'm so sad to leave this country, hope to visit again soon🩷✨ Sadly I didn't have the chance to fly back from Heathrow (I would have loved to look for Neil's signed copies...)

A little gift to all my Good Omens followers💖

[dontfuckingbother]

[ilomilodailystuff]

Some unfinished sketches and comic :3

[the-weirdest-human-of-them-all]

hellos, I am looking for a second parent (an aziraphale, to be specific) so I can bother many ppl at once. I haves bilfather @bildad-but-also-nanny-asthoreth (they is the best internet father one could ask for, but they need some partner in crime)

If u think u would be a good co parents to the lovely *insert many of Crowleys alter egos* then chat w me or the blog tagged above!

[en-lili]

um, excuse me, but i freaking love this headcanon, like??? this is great

(the post’s not mine, i don’t know whose it is tho)

[superwholockandpfl]

"We're on our own side"

-Crowley

Just finished up a new sketch

[tired-toasty]

[deadinsidenormaltransguy]

does anyone else just imagine Crowley and aziraphales  first pride

Aziraphale: now my dear what is the need for such gaudy attire *looking down at himself in distaste*

Crowley: its pride angel, i thought you was happy with the rainbow *adds more glitter to his cheeks*

Aziraphale: a-ah well ahh well you know i dont thin-

random stranger #1: IS THAT MISTER FELL *shouts at their friends*

Aziraphale: a-ah

random stranger #2: and mister Crowley, i told you they were gay

Crowley: well aren't we popular today angel? *smirk*

Aziraphale: ho-w wh-

Crowley: all apart of the culture love

AND THE AFTER THEY HAVE BEEN GOING FOR AWHILE

crowley: *dances through the crowd to get to his angel stopping a few times to greet friends*

Aziraphale: OVER HERE MY DEAR *Waves them over*

Crowley:COMING * glides to the right of Aziraphale*

Aziraphale: any trouble?

crowley: just a preacher at the front gatesssssss no big d-

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Aziraphale: HOW DEAR THAT INSOLENT FOOL ATTACK MY CHILDREN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[garryberryfabubatch]

Here are my Good Omens playlists, last time I'm posting them.

[amaredraco]

let me run away from my problems by reading fanfics real quick

[being-lion-hearted]

Good omens headcanon

As Crowley  believes Aziraphale died in the burning bookshop and he drives to the bar to get drunk "Love of my Life" by Queen is the song that comes up in the Bentley

[dontfuckingbother]

[ilomilodailystuff]

I might or might not be "working" on aziracrow comics and fanarts (don't get hype it's ugly as hell and it's traditional sketches so it's messyyyy)

[saritaplantae795]

The Baby Switch scene in Good Omens is always infinitely funny to me because my middle sister may or may not have been switched with some Filipino lady's baby according to my mom.

Also apparently my mom never broke the news to my eldest sister so I accidentally did over twitter.

[aheavenofhell]

Nail Polish

Aziraphale was going home from his manicure, and he was feeling a bit—well, confused. The angel had been getting his hands manicured really since manicures came out—he liked the feeling of having his nails properly trimmed and clean, his hands moisturized and soft, it was just. . .nice. It was indulgent, yes, but it suited him. He'd been going to the same nail salon since it opened, and knew most of the regular patrons and workers. They expected Mr Fell on the same day every month without fail, at three o'clock, with his usual routine. This time, however, he had changed that routine. He was feeling a bit spontaneous—he'd gone on a romantic walk around London last night with Crowley, and woke up feeling very content and easy—so he'd decided to get his nails painted. He'd never done it before, though he had seen Crowley sporting black or red nail polish once or twice. It was quite in fashion amongst young women, and he wasn't a young woman, but—well, why not? He liked the way they looked. So he settled on a cream color, matching his pastel clothing. It wasn't anything terribly flashy, but then the woman who did his nails—Veronica was her name—suggested that perhaps some sparkling silver french tips would do nicely. He was hesitant at first, but then he saw the polish—and oh, it was a lovely color. So he agreed. After the clear coat had sufficiently dried, he was thanking Veronica for her wonderful job—excellent as usual—and admiring his newly painted nails. That's when it happened. A man came in—sharp enough looking fellow, if not a bit normal looking. Tousled brown hair and green eyes and a square form. Crooked smile. Rough, large hands. Perhaps in his fifties or late forties. “You almost done, love?” he asked a woman who couldn't have been older than twenty-two, twenty-three. He then caught sight of Aziraphale purely by accident. Suddenly, his face changed. His expression contorted into disgust as he looked the angel up and down, eyes resting on his nails. “Fucking faggots,” he muttered. “C'mon, love. I'll show you a real man's hands, eh?” The woman (his girlfriend?) reluctantly got up and followed. Aziraphale just stood for a moment, befuddled. “Don't pay him any mind, Mr Fell,” Veronica said. “Just some bigot.” Aziraphale had nodded, a bit dazed. By the time he was back at his bookshop, Crowley was already there, lounging on the settee with a glass of wine. “Hallo Angel, been waiting here for you,” Crowley said, popping up to greet him with a kiss. “Sorry, manicure took a bit longer than usual—I—I tried something new,” Aziraphale explained, flushed. “Yeah? Wot's that?” Aziraphale held out his hands, and Crowley gently lifted them. “Oooh. I like that—the color suits you. The tips are nice, too.” “Thank you,” Aziraphale said softly. Crowley frowned. “Something bothing you, Angel?” he asked. Aziraphale twiddled his hands. “It's just that—someone at the nail salon said something rather—well, I don't know, it—it bothered me.” Crowley did not have his sunglasses on, since they were alone. Because of this, Aziraphale could see the demon's eyes grow more yellow with fury. “Who? What?” he demanded. “It was this man—he looked at me, all—strangely. Up and down. And then he—he called me a faggot. Said I wasn't a “real” man.” Aziraphale looked away, suddenly very embarrassed. “People have called me that before, I just—it felt different.” He knew why it was different. It was because he and Crowley were together now, and even if neither of them were really “male” they had male bodies, and people looked at them differently. They always had, but it had never been in a. . .bad way, before. “Oh, I'm going to fucking kill that bastard,” Crowley snarled. “Just tell me who he is, and he'll suddenly find he's about to have a terrible fucking life.” Aziraphale looked up at him. He had seen Crowley full of righteous fury before, and he always thought it would have looked very nice on him as an angel. It still looked rather good on him now. “There's no need for that,” Aziraphale said softly. “Besides, he's long gone now.” Crowley deflated slightly. He studied Aziraphale's face for a moment. “Aziraphale?” “Hmm, dear?” Crowley reached out to tug a frost white curl behind his ear. “You're wonderful, you know that? Heaven, I hate admitting it, but you had me from the Beginning. Because you were just that Good. You've been my best friend for 6,000 years, and now you're even more than that, but you're still the same gorgeous, clever mess that I fell in love with in Eden.” Aziraphale flushed, looked away. “So,” Crowley continued, “don't mind idiots with chickpeas for brains when they say stupid shit. You're nails looking fucking beautiful.” “I—I do like them,” Aziraphale confessed quietly. “Then wear them, Angel. You don't owe anybody anything.” Aziraphale smiled, meeting Crowley's eyes again. “Thank you, my dear,” he said. “I love you.” “'Love you too, Angel. And say the word, I'll hunt the bastard down and incinerate him.” Aziraphale chuckled, patting him on the cheek affectionately. “Perhaps another time,” he said. “For now, I would like to have a glass of that wine you've got.” Aziraphale did get his nails painted again and, strangely, the man he saw never made an appearance there again.

[superwholockandpfl]

Ok, can we just take a minute to appreciate the fact that Crowley was so excited to have the book that Aziraphale needed

Lowkey one of the best scenes in the show