#is crowley as he is

[astrhae]

+ bonus:

aziraphale not changing crowley's clothes (not even to add a tartan collar)

[hansoeii]

look at you, you're gorgeous!

[phantom-of-the-501st]

Remember that this is not the proof that they love each other

That was a last-ditch attempt from Crowley to get Aziraphale to stay

This is the proof that they love each other

Their love wasn't just made real because they kissed

It always existed

[eklmrlos]

thinking about their peaceful morning in the cottage

[yourangle-yuordevil]

They are smitten, I believe <3

[loveapologist]

He changed his mind.

[seefasters]

no but it's the way for aziraphale "nothing lasts forever" meant "i'm willing to give up the bookshop if it means i can be with you safely" and for crowley it meant "nothing lasts forever, not the bookshop, not earth, not us"

[camilleflyingrotten]

More faeries Good Omens AU ✨

[plumbum-art]

"...we both get plenty of use out of it..."

[thelilylav]

Aziraphale is the most character ever. He ran out of ideas so he declared war on hell. He canonically says fuck. His favourite colour is yellow. He’s literally an angel and can speak every language on earth but still isn’t fluent in french. He told his boyfriend to shoot him for his magic act and made him go through with it when their miracles weren’t working. He gave away his flaming sword and then lied about it for the next 6000 years. He has a bookshop that never sells books. No one’s doing it like him.

[kenchann]

alexa play im not okay by my chemical romance

[willgrahamscock]

I love Nina so much, she’s like oh are you banging the librarian, cause you’re a whore and a slut? and Crowley just stood there like, man that was an option?

[punkeduppirate]

look at you, you're gorgeous💥

[ato-dato]

One mans barber can be another mans nemesis.

[yourangle-yuordevil]

That time in ancient Greece when Aziraphale needed a speedy horse and accidentally invented the pegasus

VS.

Whatever Crowley had going on in medieval times

[guardian-of-soho]

Still stuck on how Aziraphale ate that meat like he was starving. Like he’d been starved for millennia, and he hadn’t even known it, because he’d never once been fed. But we know they don’t have to eat (nor sleep, etc.), so what he’d been starved for is pleasure. Being present in his body, feeling the joys and longings it could feel. Understanding what taste buds were made for. He hadn’t known; he’d never learned to miss it.

Now imagine what a kiss has done to him.