#is the least part of aziraphale

[ingravinoveritas]

I know we've all seen and discussed The Kiss so many times by now, but it's nearly the one-year anniversary of GO 2 and ever since I saw this slow motion gif and this clip, it's felt like watching it all over again with fresh eyes.

Everything about this is so breathtaking on so many levels. The way Michael's eyebrows raise, the way he seems to almost lift himself into the kiss, like he was physically bringing himself closer to David's/Crowley's lips, and how they very nearly melt into each other even as they're trying not to. You can almost see their hearts leaping close together, as if something powerful is happening as much within them as without.

It reminds me of episode one and the angel-that-would-be-Crowley snapping his fingers and saying "Let there be light." Four little words, one simple gesture, and a whole universe that wasn't there before exploded into being. Sparks flying, in more ways than one...

And I love it. I love that this kiss is so incredible that we are still talking about it one year later, and that it will forever be one of the most gorgeously searing kisses ever committed to film. I love that we have this kiss specifically because it was Michael and David in these roles, and the once-in-a-lifetime chemistry between them.

There are film kisses, and then there are film kisses, and almost nothing I have ever seen on screen comes close to this, or ever will. I am so, so grateful to Michael and David for giving this to us, and to each other...

[youryurigoddess]

“I'm afraid we're quite definitely closed.”

Milo or @forsssnaken, pictured here as the new Assistant Bookseller at the A. Z. Fell and Co. bookshop, was going to celebrate his 18th birthday today with no expectations of anything special, but miracles do happen. If you want to make his day even better, visit his AO3 profile (ForSnaken) and read some of his works!

[agent-snowflake]

Can I just say:

I looooove the good omens fandom so much. I don’t think you understand HOW MUCH

because even though we were all ready for therapy (which at this point literally became tumblr) after watching the second season and suffered so much, this fandom still manages to make me smile!

Like: I just open this app and have the time of my life!

A few posts make me laugh so hard that I forget the pain GO2 caused for a second.

Some of you are so funny!!! How’s that possible….There are days where I spent 4 hours here just giggling….and never wanting to be elsewhere.

And another thing that I’m obsessed with is that I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that Neil Gaiman has tumblr and answers questions and me thinking: wow this is normal.

It still feels so unreal.

I love spending time with everything that has to do with Good Omens because it never ceases to amaze me. The time you guy‘s put into this…..

The fanart, the analysis, the people, the whole fandom in general really! Everybody feeling the same way and sharing their thoughts with the world. It‘s so special to be a part of this!

Thank‘s, to all of you and a big hug!!!

I love you guys <3

[topaziraphale]

Hi I still haven't gotten out of bed but I'm already fully armed and ready to shoot down anyone that tries to say Aziraphale doesn't care about Crowley anymore or WORSE, never loved him THAT much in the first place.

Crowley is quite literally his top priority, he made that very clear with how distraught he is when Crowley leaves. Why would he shout "Don't go!" "Crowley, come back!" and "I NEED YOU!" if Crowley wasn't always at the forefront of his mind? Why is he so visibly striken and upset when he gives him that last, longing look, begging for Crowley to come with him and be with him forever, before deciding to step into that elevator? When he gets in there, his entire purpose shifts. He IS going to make everything better, and he IS going to make Crowley see the error of his ways.

I can promise you all Aziraphale is going to stop at NOTHING to get Crowley to come be with him forever, as an angel. He is going to do WHATEVER it takes, now that he is the acting Supreme Archangel. It's Crowley he wants first, Heaven he wants second, and, sadly, due to the Mettatron making this offer, a life on Earth he wants last. And that sets up such a FANTASTIC conflict for S3!!!!!

Aziraphale, our beloved, fussy, STUBBORN Aziraphale, is now compromised. He is compromised with POWER. Power as the LITERAL, SUPREME ARCHANGEL. Is this NOT SUCH AN EXCITING AND HEARTBREAKING PROMISE FOR A WILD S3 EXPERIENCE??

Guys, we ALL know Aziraphale let Crowley down, but you have to see that Crowley let Aziraphale down in his eyes. Just as much. That's what makes this scene so tragic. We know Aziraphale isn't thinking the way we and Crowley thought he would, or HOPED he would despite how the world Didn't End. How despite everything in how S1 ended, he was still left with an uncontested sense of superiority that we were all too elated to see was something Left Behind within him.

This season brought all that stuff out:

"We will win of course. Obviously. Heaven will triumph over Hell. It's all going to be rather lovely."

"You were an angel once..."

"Why, yes, I am a great deal holier than thou, that's the whole point."

(after gabriel/beelzebub leave in s1) "See, Crowley, it's as I said--" (back to what he said in the Bentley in S1E2, how Evil always plants the seeds of its own destruction and Good will always win out in the end)

These types of thoughts, and him spending all of the 6,000 years he knew Crowley separating them as one inherently good and one inherently wicked.... guys, that won't just go away after only 4 years of being on their Own Side. We hoped it would. We wanted it to. But it doesn't make sense. Yes, even if the earthshattering realization Aziraphale had that Heaven never truly cared about what was Good did change his character and essentially complete his arc in S1... it didn't change everything.

His arc in S1 was completed when he learned that Heaven wasn't for him. That they never cared. That only he and Crowley could save this world. But this is where the show deviates from the book - Aziraphale in the book is angry. Bitter. Scorned. Aziraphale in the show is just heartbroken. He mourns for the only ever family he knew. He mourns what he always saw himself to be. That mourning isn't just going to go away after 4 years. What is 4 years to a creature that has lived for a possible billion before the Creation? 4 years on earth to 6,000? That terrible wound he suffered that day is still VERY much fresh. It's an open wound he didn't properly take care of. And the Mettatron noticed, didn't he? Yes, you can understand that someone or Something isn't FOR you, and know all the reasons why, yet still wish you could go back... it's how abusive relationships work. You confuse nostalgia with remorse. You confuse nostalgia for real love.

Of COURSE he would seize the opportunity to get what he felt he lost back. And HE could do it. HE has the power. He can make it ALL RIGHT again, everything he's ever wanted...

...and this is why he completely breaks down when Crowley doesn't want to be beside him to do it. Rewatch it. Look at him. Look in his eyes. The way he winces when Crowley kisses him. His internal conflict (Heaven/Crowley vs. Our Side/Crowley) is externalized through Sheen's brilliant acting. His arms coming up to embrace him, but they never fully commit, they just graze him and hover around his body. The way he launches himself backward, away from the kiss, but his body is still slightly leaning forward. When he brings up his shaky hand to touch his lips, and not crying. Never crying. Because he is an Angel, and Angels don't cry. Not like a Demon would. Crowley is all he wants, but now, Crowley doesn't want him. Not like this. Not anymore.

Because, well, Aziraphale said it, didn't he?

Nothing lasts forever.

[breadstickroll]

<3

[once-ina-blue-moon]

sometimes, when I’m lonely

I sit and think about him

and it hurts to remember

all the good times

angeleyes - abba

[seefasters]

lmfao @ adam saying to crowley and aziraphale "i know all about you two". what does this 11 year old child know exactly

[yourebeingsilly]

“shit, I’m 19 and useless in my job,” babygirl, your favourite characters are 6000 years old, and the best they could do in the only job they ever had (aka preventing Armageddon, unexaggerated) was fuck everything up and be gay. literally let yourself be

[leaf-in-a-boot]

did i do another stock photo redraw? perhaps

anyway, i was browsing through stock photos (there are some truly ridiculous ones) and found this one, which immediately made me think of magician Aziraphale, and then this happened. i like to think that he and crowley sometimes accidentally summon each other, leading to some Situations (and, of course, shenanigans). obviously, me being me, i didn’t do a background because i Could Not Be Bothered.

you’re welcome.

[ingravinoveritas]

Amazing new article from Radio Times in honor of it being five years since the release of Good Omens season 1, and the excerpt below (especially the part in red) is completely sending me...

I truly love that Radio Times has constantly been in the show's/Michael and David's corner and shown so much support for both over the years. I also love that they're acknowledging that it's Michael and David's chemistry that was a massive part of what made the TV adaptation what it was, and is likely what has made a third season possible.

Also, that whole bit in red is giving shades of this moment from RT's coverage on the night of the NTAs three years ago, and I am here for it...

[gamblingfortime]

As someone who can’t draw for shit, I wanna give a huge shoutout to all the artists giving us what we really need right now (60s femme aziraphale and crowley)

[arala225]

My first try at changing gender of face proportions in Photoshop. I am not that much happy with how Crowley turned out, but I like the result of female Aziraphale.

The base is from "Marie Antoinette".

[ferociouslycreativemystery]

Another attempt at watercolours (sketch)

[tenok]

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[purplemoonabove]

I made it worse

😂😂😂

I came up with something and I made it worse! 😂

I’m so sorry, but I’m also not sorry!

I made it worse!

And you’re gonna read what the hell I’m talking about!

God, I made it so bad! People, writers, take notes!

No beta editing. This is just straight out, errors and all. Possible OOC and all. I’m just gonna do it and make us all whoever reads it suffer with me 😂😂🤭

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Starting with Aziraphale’s line: “Come with me. Back to Heaven… I’ll run it and you’ll be my second-in-command. We can make a difference.”

But even with such a thought, Crowley sighed through his nose, bowing his head. “I’m not going back there, Angel. They did what they did. I’ve seen it long before the Fall, and that was the final nail in the coffin.”

Aziraphale blinked. “We, we don’t get buried, Crow–”

“I won’t go back there,” Crowley growled. “And even if I did to stay, it will not change. And it never will.”

His excitement, or at least the rest of it was beginning to fade fast. “That is why I will be the one in charge! To change everything for the absolute better and fairness in everything, including your Fall!

Crowley brought back his scowl. Not hiding anything but his inner truth. “You can’t force me to come back.”

“I’m not forcing you. I am merely suggesting–”

“Some suggestion you got: bringing me back to that blasted white-walled hell!”

“Heaven is not like that.”

“It has always been like that!”

“You don’t understand!”

“You don’t understand!”

“This will be for the best–”

“Everything on Earth is enough for us–”

“We can make a difference—”

“Our lives are just fine as they are—”

“We can do this together—”

“We can stay on Earth, and be happy—”

“Please—”

“Angel—”

“I just love you not to let you go!”

Heated tempers were frozen. Gold and blue stared still as the sun and sky, bright and true as their emotions rested in their irises. Eventually the mental pause on Time resume; the sound of a passing car honking, and a passenger walking pass the bookshop has Aziraphale’s eyes blinking. Whether out of return to reality – or the growing of tears about to form under his eye lids.

“You… You love me?”

Crowley’s shock long faded with defeat and truth. His voice was hoarse from his exclaim, but the truth was there to hear with clearance. “I’ve always love you. Since the beginning.”

Aziraphale’s eyes were beginning to blur his vision. An new urgency came to him: a want to touch this demon. To hold him close for grounding. To grasp his face. To… to kiss away that scowl, slightly shrinking as his anger wasn’t as strong from before.

“I…” He hiccuped to a smile. “I have, too, love you.”

“No, you don’t.”

Aziraphale felt a struck at his face that lost his grin. Crowley looked away before it was finished. “What? What are you—”

“You want me to go back to Heaven.”

Aziraphale blinked, his tears beginning to return where they came. “Yes, and–”

“Which shows that you never cared for who I am now.”

His lips were sealed.

“Hell has the bad guys. I’m the bad guy.” Crowley looked at him. Aziraphale never saw such defeat and tiredness in his eyes before, sober and drunk. “You never liked me, just who I was before. That’s all you’ve been focusing on, hasn’t it? Get rid of the Great Demon Crowley, and return him to the Angel Whoever-I-Was again.”

His throat was constricting and no second snake was present for the job. The tears came back, ready to fall over this time as the angel shook his head.

“N-no.”

“No surprise there.” Crowley brought up his glasses. “Nothing can last forever, after all. Guess there’s nothing else to say but… good luck.”

Hands stuffed into his pockets, Crowley moved aside the angel and headed to the door. Only to get a crushing hold at his bicep and forearm.

“Crowley, I do love you!” Aziraphale burst, his tears falling without a care to wipe away. “I love everything about you! From your gorgeous hair, in the most unique of hairstyles you possessed in the past. The outfits you worn to adjust with the time, and have been so gorgeous on your person. How… how breathtaking your eyes are, bearing more gold than what the world could obtain.

“Crowley, I don’t want you to go to Heaven because of turning you back into an angel would make you better. I want you to come back with me because you are better! Just as you and have been for the past six thousand years together! You are a good person!”

Crowley ripped the glasses off, his scowl back. “I am not!” He hissed.

“Yes, you are!” The angel shouted back, stepping up closer to him. There he can see clearly the demon’s own tears resting at his eyelids. “You hold a better Goodness than… than everyone in Heaven!”

The scowl faded, his lips tightening.

“You may be a demon but you have done so many good deeds not because you were told to do them, or because it was to rattle Hell on doing the opposite. There is a goodness within you that would, that would make… loopholes! Little changes to satisfy your side and yourself!

“You’re not like any demon I would learn about, nor were you like any angel I’ve ever met back then. This goodness in you — is freeing! It’s open to all on what you see before you! Your goodness is… is like the universe you made. You expand your mind, your choices, your own intentions without problem.

“When…” He stopped when his throat clenched, his eyes closing for grounding. He sniffled. “When I lied to Gabriel’s face about Job’s children, and you said you would not tell anyone the truth about it… No one in Heaven or Hell could be like you, Crowley.” Aziraphale then had a hand let go to be lifted up and grasp his cheek. The tension slowly left the demon’s face, taking in on every word given as he stared with wide teary eyes.

“I love you not because you should go back to Heaven and be an angel again,” he whispered, his voice cracking too much to talk properly. “I love you… because you are what Heaven is supposed to be.”

Aziraphale managed to wipe the fallen tear from the left golden eye before bowing his head, his emotions getting the best of him.

Only for thin fingers to grasp both his cheeks, and lift his head. Just for a pair of eager lips to crash into his own.

Blue eyes widened at the actions, never to be done before angels let alone angels and demons. And yet, his eyes closed and his lips pressed in return, his arms now going behind Crowley’s back to hold him close as he wanted earlier.

Hold him. Kiss him. Love him. Everything about the demon, the angel, the dear love of his life, in his possession than any of the books he acquired in the years.

Practice was new to them, but that didn’t stop a try. A try to feel a new dance they’ve never learned before, one with their lips than with their feet. No music of instruments and vocals, just the pounding of their corporate’s hearts. No understanding of what is correct and exact to do, just a feel of emotions inside and adjusting for comfort as they take each other’s breaths away. Soft smacks of their urgency has him also hear of their speed, the feeling of each other as one coming to them as they took their time. Their holds on each other hardly tightened but neither lightened. Refusal to leave each other felt ineffable.

It should be with their six thousand-year history.

An angel and a demon. Falling in love as the tempted Eve and Adam, from biting the fruit.

They didn’t need the fruit. They didn’t need the stars.

It was done the moment they were created.

Aziraphale let a breath, combining with Crowley’s as they pulled apart for a necessary deep breath. Their foreheads touched, grounding as they still refused to let go. A longing rested in the angel, a desire as trying food then wine and eventually more delights to follow after. This was a delight he wanted for all eternity.

As they calmed down, blue eyes opened, looking towards closed lids.

“Come with me.”

A moment lasted. Then lids revealed the gold he loved. The love was there, making his heart soar…

But.

“Only if you stay with me.”

So was resistance.

Crowley’s love was infinite for the angel. But not for Heaven.

He made his choice, kiss or not.

Aziraphale closed his eyes once more, feeling a crumbling at his lips. The hands at his cheeks pressed a little for a grip. Then warm kissed lips shared a gentle and long peck at his forehead.

Warm breath then whispered love at his skin.

“Je t’aime, Angel. Au revoir.”

Tears shed free again, eyes open and towards the floor where black shoes stepped away from his beige pair. The angel stayed where he was as his ears echoed every step heading to the door.

I forgive you.

Such a simple statement never left his lips, nor did—

Please don’t leave me.

The door closed with a slow close. And Aziraphale raised a shook hand to cover his loud sob, failing as it broke the silence. Legs trembling when walking, he finds grounding on the familiar touch and smell of old books that may be close to dampening their spines if were any closer to his cries.

Then the bell rang at the door, a cut off choke of his gasp done.

“So, how did he take it?”

A silent miracle to wipe away his distress, physically inside and out, Aziraphale turned with a calm and respectful smile.

“Not well, I’m afraid.”

May only the books know the truth behind his smile now. They’ve seen his emotions long enough since opening the store. They will always know the truth behind his welcoming and respective actions towards the Metatron.

And the shattering heartbreak in losing his best friend.

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