#my proposal to aziraphale

[bil-daddy]

Guys! You'll never believe what just happened... (or maybe you will)

So I was about to propose to @mrazfellco but then he said "hold that thought!" because he had a magic trick he wanted to show me.

At first, I was annoyed because, you know, he interrupted me when I was about to pour my heart out to him--especially when he pulled a turnip out of his top hat. I'm telling you guys, I was about ready to shoot lightning.

But then...do you know what this angel did? This angel turned the turnip into an engagement ring!

He was proposing to me! Hear that everyone? Aziraphale was proposing to me!

best. magic. trick. EVER.

And I said YES! Course I said yes.

Sure, I had a little malfunction first, due to the shock.

But I got over it, quick as anything, and said yes.

Then, @mrazfellco asked me what I originally wanted to talk about, since I did tell him I had something important to ask him--which I'd almost forgotten about in all my surprise and excitement at him proposing to me (still can't believe it, honestly)

Almost. (I could never completely forget about #my proposal to aziraphale. it's all I've been thinking about for the past two thousand years normal human lifespan)

So, I got down on one knee, showed him the rings I've been working so hard on the last few weeks, and asked my question.

And he said:

...then I may have malfunctioned again. And started crying.

But if you saw that, no you didn't.

Anyway, the important this is,:

HE SAID YES. I SAID YES. WE SAID YES.

@mrazfellco and I are now engaged

AND WE'RE GETTING MARRIED!!!

[camilleflyingrotten]

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[bird-slayer-brainrot]

How they became the ineffable "husbands" - Good Omens CrowleyxAziraphale Ineffable Husbands post-season 3 fluff - accidental proposal

They were baking.

Aziraphale had somehow gotten it in his head that Crowley using miracles to bring him pastries was unethical. In fact, he'd started to think that miracling any object, food or otherwise, that they themselves had not paid for seemed to be unethical, if it came from someone else's hand unpaid. Nevermind that money was no object to them, just so long as someone was paid.

(Crowley did not mention that the pastries he brough Aziraphale were not, in fact, stolen, because he did not want to spoil the angel's fun.)

Despite being half-covered in flour, and looking like he was doing a bad dandelion impression, Aziraphale looked very pleased with how the batter for his chocolate-earl grey cake had turned out.

"Just try a bite, please?" Aziraphale pleaded. Crowley, who had no particular affinity for food, took the spoon from the angel's hand and tasted it. It was good, of course it was. Aziraphale was already a masterful baker. This was just showing off.

"It's good." Crowley said. Aziraphale smiled radiantly.

Just then, a knock sounded from the door to the bookshop. Aziraphale frowned at Crowley, who returned the expression. A customer was already unforgivable, but a customer interrupting Aziraphale's kitchen time was a cardinal sin.

He untied his apron wordlessly. Either of them could have miracled the visitor away, but for some reason, they silently decided not to.

Aziraphale quickly tucked the cake into the over and nodded to Crowley to watch over it. He left the kitchen to check the door.

While he was gone, Crowley took the time to survey Aziraphale's ring. Aziraphale was in the habit of handing him the small pinkie ring he wore. *"I don't want to get it covered in batter."). Crowley swept his thumb across the golden wings.

Crowley liked it. He would never admit to this. It reminded him of Aziraphale. The angel had worn it almost as long as Crowley had known him, and this was not the first time he had entrusted it to Crowley to take care of. Crowley liked that he was trusted to care for it.

There were muffled noises of conversation. Aziraphale had, for some reason, let the visitor in the shop. Crowley performed a quick miracle to make sure that the cake was okay and went to check. When he entered the bookstore, his gaze was immediately drawn to a huge bunch of red roses.

Aziraphale turned around as Crowley entered, looking completely frazzled. Crowley gave him a look as a head popped out to the side of the roses. A short, mustached man with flat brown hair looked rather startled by the sudden appearence of the demon.

"Crowley," Aziraphale cleared his throat awkwardly. "This is Mr O'Connell. Mr O'Connell, Crowley."

"Book club man." Crowley exclaimed in understanding. Aziraphale often recounted the antics of his new bookclub. This human didn't particularly stand out, except he had recommended a truly "heinous choice" a month ago, and Aziraphale had grumbled and suffered through all seven hundred pages of "the best novel ever" - which Aziraphale disagreed with vehemently.

There was a noise from behind the garden, and then the flowers were placed on a table to the side. A short, bearded man was revealed. He looked painfully embarrassed. He was looking at Aziraphale. Then, he silently returned his gaze back to Crowley, and his eyes noticeably widened.

"I'm sorry. I didn't realise you were..." his eyes darted furtively between Crowley and Aziraphale, an understanding neither the angel or the demon knew what to do with washing over him suddenly. He had somehow turned a deeper shade of red. Crowley looked over to Aziraphale, who looked equally puzzled.

"I'll just be going. I am so sorry." he apologised again. Aziraphale turned his head back to the man, who, after a moment of stunned pause, hauled the heavy bundle of roses into his arms and, as quickly as someone could hold that many roses.

"I'm so sorry to interrupt you and your husband's Sunday." he called as he fit himself through he door Crowley, who pitied the man, had miracled to help him through the struggle, The door shut behind him and he was gone, rushing down the street away from the bookshop.

Crowley looked over to Aziraphale who was already looking at him.

They burst out laughing.

They were sitting beside each other on the couch in Aziraphale's office, drinking wine with the cake Aziraphale had baked. Crowley had his arm slung lazing across the back of the couch, and Aziraphale had leaned in close to him. They weren't quite touching, but it was still nice.

Aziraphale was again recounting his awkward conversation with his potential suitor before Crowley had arrived.

"Poor gentlemen." Aziraphale said with pity, smiling. "Those must have been expensive roses."

Crowley smiled into his wine glass. He was still wearing the ring, as Aziraphale had not yet asked for it back.

"Is that what it takes, angel?" Crowley teased. "two dozen roses?"

"At least three." Aziraphale joked in a serious tone. Crowley nodded, and responded by promising to remember that.

Aziraphale traced his thumb across the wings as Crowley had done earlier.

"It looks nice on you." Aziraphale admitted in a soft voice. His hands were cupping Crowley's. They were soft. Crowley loved holding hands with Aziraphale, more than he would ever admit to the angel.

"Maybe I'll get a similar one." Crowley tried to joke, but the words got stuck in his throat as Aziraphale looked up at him.

One more radiant smile, Crowley realised, would be the death of him. Aziraphale let out a small laugh, and said something about that being his job.

[starmaker-astral]

if I were making good omens individual character playlists and crowleys was called "*sauntering vaguely downwards*" what should azi's be called? best quote or reference to him?

Wow im not very very good at this but eeerh

I first thought that something with "ineffable" in it would be representative but it's a little too common.

On the other hand, I really appreciate Aziraphale's line when talking to the nun "You will wake, having had a dream about whatever you like best" but it's like... super long

So lets go with "english, intelligent and gayer than monkeys on nitrous oxide"

(shortened version of the description of him in the original book)

Or : “Temptation accomplished !"

(I like this one ☝️)

You are free to choose one of these or none of these too

[ask-but-beware-the-consequences]

Scene comparison from memory or what because I'm losing my goddamn mind The parallel

Good Omens: Crowley to Aziraphale: we've known each other 6 000 years (...), and I'd like to spend, *struggling to speak* the rest of my-

*Metatron comes in and ruins everything*

F·r·i·e·n·d·s: Chandler's speech before proposing to Monica: for a very long time I've been happy because of you, and I never hoped that we'd *struggling to speak* (...)

*Richard comes in and ruins everything* (after they resolve that he continues with: I'd like to share the rest of my life with you)

I knew it, mf was ready to propose

[likeabxrdinflight]

Should not have been allowed to listen to champagne problems while neck deep in good omens fic that was a MISTAKE

[i-have-41-protons]

Aziraphale as a snake

[bil-daddy]

Bildaddy's been hard at work making the perfect ring for Aziraphale...

(excuse the chipped nail polish-happens when you're working with metal and stone)

And now I think it's finally time.

I tried to incorporate as many of your suggestions as possible, considering Aziraphale's favorite color is yellow and he is a gold girlie, and this is what I came up with:

The first one's a bit extravagant, probably not for everyday wear.

This one's a bit more understated.

And this is simplicity snakesonified.

Not gonna make a poll about which I should use to propose to @mrazfellco--I'm giving him all three.

Hopefully this will be my...

[bird-slayer-brainrot]

Pre-marital Shenanigans - Good Omens Anathema Device/Newton Pulsifer ft. our ineffable idiots at a silly little engagment party gone alcoholic

Anathema had never even dreamed of getting married. It never really bothered her, as she had always understood that the course of her life was already set. It was quite literally planned in a book that had finally ended.

But the world hadn’t, like it was supposed to, and Newt, who she had known all her life but had only now known, had given her the courage to decide for herself what her life would be, well, everything was different.

The world was literally new.

So when Newton Pulsifer, her nerdy, non-witchfinder, world-saving boyfriend proposed one afternoon in their shared garden in Jasmine Cottage, Tadfield, Oxfordshire, England – far from the life she had always known – Anathema, for the first time in her life, felt alive.

Crowley parked the Bentley outside Jasmine Cottage and climbed out. He was leaning over the top of the car, head rested in his hands, as he waited for Aziraphale to get out. To his surprise, Aziraphale emerged from the Bentley with his arm full of wrapped gifts that Crowley hadn’t even seen him pack. Crowley frowned at the angel without menace, and Aziraphale returned the look fondly.

Anathema answered the door immediately. She had been waiting for the past twenty minutes by the door. Crowley drove fast, but he was always late.

Newt was busy in the kitchen preparing cocktails as Anathema greeted their guests. Aziraphale beamed at is friend, unable to hug her with his arms full.

“Anathema, dear.” He said fondly. “Thank you so much for inviting us.”

Crowley, not a speaker, nodded silently at Aziraphale, who nodded in return. This was good enough for the both of them. Crowley followed Aziraphale into the lounge. Anathema shut the door to the cottage behind them.

“Cards?” Crowley questioned. They were in the living room. Newt hadn’t finished the drinks yet. Anathema was shuffling the deck.

“Isn’t this your engagement party?” Crowley grumbled. Anathema shot him a look and he shot up.

“How lovely.” Aziraphale exclaimed. “I’m very good at cards.”

“No you’re not.” Crowley responded almost immediately. Aziraphale made a face at the demon, who did not back down.

“There is cocktails.” Newt announced when he entered. He was balancing a tray of cocktails precariously. Anathema, sensing danger, immediately stood up to help him. Newt greeted Aziraphale and Crowley and sat down in an armchair beside Anathema. The cards were shuffled, and Anathema began to deal.

An hour in, and Newt was tipsy.

Aziraphale had somehow managed to win several rounds, and Anathema had accused him of foul play despite the fact that he, on numerous occasions, insisted he would do no such thing.

“How did you get another ace?” Anathema shouted. Aziraphale just giggled. Crowley was staring at Aziraphale murderously. Crowley was losing, followed in third by Newt. When they were both out, Newt left to fetch another round of cocktails.  

When he returned, it was to find a distraught Anathema had lost another round. Aziraphale was laughing victoriously. Newt smiled at his fiancée, and consoled her.

He had been worried about this. Anathema knew Newt was a worrier, it was his nature. He wanted the engagement party to go smoothly, for Anathema’s sake. They’d talked about it extensively. Eventually, they decided a quiet night in with some friends was exactly what they both wanted.

Anathema didn’t have many close friends in Tadfield, and Newt’s mother was coming down from London down the next day to formally meet Anathema and help with the wedding planning. The Them had already popped by to offer their congratulations. Pepper had announced that she wanted to be the maid of honour. Anathema immediately agreed.

The topic of Aziraphale and Crowley had come up one morning as Newt prepared breakfast. He suggested it offhandedly, and, after considering it, Anathema suggested they invite the pair for some drinks soon. It was an excuse, at best, to check in on the state of the world after Doomsday. Newt knew this, because he always knew.

Anathema had confided in Newt that sometimes she had the sense that she was being watched, like when she was younger, but with less potency. It had been nearly a year since the world had almost ended, and the final instalment of Agnes Nutter’s prophecies had been burnt to ash. She hated this feeling. It was a reminder of what had happened, and how close it had all come to ending. It made her feel powerless.

Newt was, for the most part, an excellent comfort in this. He had been a pawn in this celestial game as long as she had, though he had not found out till much later. When she felt like this, Newt was there. She loved him.

The cards were abandoned and Newt was now fully gone. It seemed that, in an effort to steady his nerves, he had drunk way more than the others. This, combined with his, quite frankly, shit alcohol tolerance, and he was trying to dance with Anathema.

Anathema managed to escape from two clumsy waltzes (somewhere, Billie Holiday was screaming) with her two feet barely intact. She sat beside Aziraphale, who was nursing a glass of wine Anathema didn’t remember any of them pouring. Newt was smiling at Anathema, and she tentatively smiled back.

“So, Crowley.” Newt had recovered from the abandonment by Anathema by deciding to bother the demon, who also had a glass of wine. Crowley watched him as he plopped himself beside him.

“Anathema tells me you and Aziraphale are like.” he leaned forward conspiratorially at the demon.

 paused, seemingly for dramatic effect. “Magic.” He managed to both over-pronounce the final consonant while whispering, seemingly for dramatic effect. Crowley tilted his head at the human, and raised his eyebrows.

Anathema was still talking to Aziraphale. She was laughing at something the angel had said.

“Can you please.” He was almost pleading. Anathema and Aziraphale had now looked over to them. Aziraphale was beaming, and Anathema was doing a very good impression of a tomato.

“Magic me to be deserving of this beautiful, beautiful lady.”

Aziraphale laughed, and Anathema managed to look even more embarrassed.

“Oh, shut up Newt.” Anathema laughed.

They were saying their goodbyes. Anathema had insisted that they had enough space to accommodate their friends, but Crowley said that they would be alright.

When the door shut behind them, Newt turned to look at Anathema with blind adoration.

“Seriously though.” Newt was solemn now. “How is it possible for one single person to be so wonderful. I love you so much Anathema.”

“Calm down Newt.” Anathema said, laughing. Newt then proceeded to wrap his arms around the witch in an effort, it seemed, to become attached to her permanently.

“Bedtime, I think.” Anathema said into his shoulder. “I love you, Newt.”

[neil-gaiman]

Hi Neil,

My friend got engaged to her girlfriend of 7 years dressing up as Aziraphale and Crowley. It would mean so much if they could get a blessing from you! 💙

She proposed at a GO fan event with the witness of fandom friends, so really we just want to tell you how much your work meant to us in the fandom…

You are the greatest of all time. Thanks so much for your brilliant work!

Congratulations to them both!

[ashke-e]

I couldnt find a photo but just before The Lift ™, when Crowley stands next to Bentley and just watch how.. (snobs) ok, so when it's happen, Bentley is dirty with a mark of hand just above Passenger door and there is a blackboard from coffeshop: Life begins after coffe (or something like that).

I know that my opinion is controversial but I do believe that they weren't happy during S2 (specially Crowley) and this crysis (ofc solved when they would start to talk with honest) would make them stronger. They end their fragile existance. They would be unbreakable...

so let me get this straight-

the GO fandom has collectively gone insane over a missed detail in a scene with the Bentley in it, but we don’t know which scene so everyone is now rewatching every single scene with the Bentley in it to try and find the hint

apparently there were TWO other takes of the kiss that we haven’t seen yet

and the original camera move for the kiss scene was meant to convey that AZIRAPHALE AND CROWLEY ARE THE CENTER OF THEIR UNIVERSE (I’m dying inside)

and all of this happened while I was alseep

[minwilder]

i’ve spent the whole day coming to terms with the finale but now i’m thinking about season 3 and i’m screaming crying frothing at the mouth

[books-and-omens]

oh BY the WAY

This scene proves, doesn’t it, that living in the car is Crowley’s choice. When Aziraphale comes back from Scotland, Crowley shoves the box at him before he gets to the threshold. He gives Aziraphale no option to even say, “won’t it be easier to leave the plants here” let alone to propose anything else. Was Crowley, by any chance, actively avoiding a conversation about him living in his car this whole time?

Crowley is absolutely not okay, we know, we know. He is frustrated, he is struggling; he is asking what the point of it all is. Yes, he is fiercely protective of his independence when he says “my car”, “the precious, peaceful, fragile existence I have carved out for myself”—and the same time, he is still not willing to talk. He probably does not even see a way to have important conversations safely; the fear of rejection might still be too much. His instinct remains to run away from trouble. With something as terrifying as vulnerability and openness, he needs Nina and Maggie to tip the scales.

He has the swagger. He acts like he knows what’s happening, like he has things figured out.

I think we’re just starting to see how much that has not been true.

[dainesanddaffodils]

Today’s Good Omens posting is about *spins wheel*

how Crowley’s self-loathing colors the way he sees Aziraphale’s interactions with him and how we should take that negative bias into account

I’m not even gonna talk about the whole final scene/misunderstanding because we’ve all talked about that one by now. Instead I want to talk about Crowley’s description of the 3 reasons Aziraphale calls him:

(Paraphrasing) “you’re bored; you need to tell someone about something clever you did; something’s wrong”

this is a succinct breakdown and it lowkey paints Aziraphale in a bad light; Aziraphale only calls Crowley when it’s beneficial to him; this is a transactional relationship

but like, I think, to some degree, those 3 reasons are simply the only reasons Crowley can actually imagine Aziraphale being interested in talking to him. The last one is a common song and dance between them, sure, but what about the first 2?

Aziraphale calling out of the blue, rambling about how things have been slow and quiet in the neighborhood of late and wanting to take that time to catch up - Crowley can’t fathom ‘Aziraphale missed my voice and wanted to make sure I was doing okay’ and turns it into ‘Aziraphale is just bored obviously’

Aziraphale calling, absolutely giddy, talking a mile a minute about something clever he’s done can’t possibly be ‘I’m the first person he wants to share his victories with, the person whose opinion matters the most to him now and always’ so instead it’s ‘Aziraphale just needed someone to tell this to before he popped’

(There’s an interesting thing implied here as well, which is that it’s Aziraphale calling Crowley regularly and yet we talk about how Aziraphale isn’t taking initiative in the relationship but I digress)

Point is, I think Crowley knows that Aziraphale likes him, it’s part of what makes everything so heartbreaking - the way he ends up being rejected in spite of that - but just like I think he misunderstands Aziraphale’s heaven proposal because he can’t see that Aziraphale thinks he is better than heaven already, he misunderstands any reason Aziraphale would possibly reach out to him as some level of wanting something rather than… just wanting to talk to him. He doesn’t recognize that he is Enough for Aziraphale, no strings or acts of service attached.

We just need one amazing kiss conversation to set this straight

[bug-hearted]

"You were very good at that," he says, before taking a sip of his tea. "Temptation. You are good at it, I rather meant," he corrected himself. He sipped his tea as he sat on the chair by his desk, sinking into the softness. Crowley blinks up at him and straightens his back. He laughs, a strained, breathy noise, and Aziraphale can't tell if it's from discomfort or something else. "Like you'd know." Aziraphale sips his tea, urging him with a raised eyebrow to go on. "I mean... angels can't exactly be tempted." "You'd be surprised," says Aziraphale, and elaborates no further. Or, Aziraphale plans to propose at the ritz. Decidedly, he's not the only one.

omg it’s FAN FICTION FRIDAY

Reblog and promote a fic of yours <3

[vidavalor]

Crowley actually says a barely-coded "I love you" to Aziraphale back in 2.03

In his proposal in the S2 finale, Crowley told us that he and Aziraphale know they're in love and have known it for damn ever but they pretend they're not a couple. This, by default, means that they've not specifically said the words "I love you" before, by Crowley's own admission. They've said I love you in their own little language and we've watched it before. It's little demonic miracle of my own. It's don't go unscrewing the cap. It's just a little bit of a good person and just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing... But what Crowley says in the S2 finale is that they've never-- ever-- said in 6,000 years is just I love you in those normal people, human words. It has always been too dangerous for too many reasons to count so they have euphemisms for it and whole conversations around it and have made that be enough. Why do I bring this up? Because Crowley found a middle ground between the words and their coded language with one another in S2 and it's flying under the radar.

So you know that scene when Muriel has shown up and interrupts Crowley and Aziraphale talking in the back room? The one where while Crowley is speaking, Aziraphale suddenly looks like he's about to pass out with sheer want? Yes, our angel always looks at Crowley like he hung the damn moon (which he did but lol...) but this scene is different. This scene is like... someone get Aziraphale a chair and a glass a water because he is pupils-dilated, audibly breathing, and eyeing up Crowley with naked want. More than the lust? He looks happy. He looks delighted. You can basically hear his heart race from that look on his face. Why here? Yes, Crowley looks hot. Yes, he's in profile in a way that is a visual parallel to Before the Beginning (which was an inspired choice for this scene.) Yes, he's here with a Plan and taking charge of the Muriel situation and swaying his hips a bit while he speaks. It's not any of that. Those are nice bonuses. Aziraphale likes them. He gets them all the time. It's what Crowley said in this moment. To Aziraphale. Through what he said to Muriel.

Crowley cracks a dry, kinda dark joke that is meant for an audience of one: just Aziraphale. He knows Muriel won't get it. Since Muriel is cosplaying as what they think is a human Inspector Constable and they are here to verify the miracle Aziraphale has told Heaven and so are monitoring them, Crowley quips that Muriel is here to spy on them (since they, well, are, actually) and that he knows that many human police officers like to make a bit of a hobby out of spying on "people in love."

People. In. Love.

In a one-two punch in the same sentence, Crowley called him and Aziraphale queer humans and he called what they have love, using the actual word *aloud* for the first time in 6,000 years. He said he loved Aziraphale in front of an angel of Heaven in a little coded joke but this time, using the coded bit to say the real thing for the first time.

Then, just to hammer it all home and make sure that Aziraphale really knows it was very much intentional, Crowley says 'love' again in the next sentence. He starts going on about how Muriel can come to him anytime with any questions about love and he's happy to assist with their understanding of human love with all of his implied vast, vast years of experience with the subject and how he'll be here to answer their questions, in the bookshop, while Aziraphale drives his car to Edinburgh.

Go back and tell Heaven I'm here, Inspector Constable, I don't give a fuck anymore. *We* don't give a fuck anymore. You go tell The Archangel Michael that I'm who they're going to get managing Angelic Embassy X aka The Bookshop until Aziraphale gets back-- yep, me, former Demon of Hell. The Boyfriend in the Dark Sunglasses. He's asked me to, which is his way of saying he wants to stop hiding and asking me not to sneak out to my car in the middle of the night which hallefuckinglujah, Inspector Constable... Go tell Their Beatitudes that we ravish each other all over the bookshop. You won't even be lying. As Maggie'll put it later in the season: I'm done being afraid all the time. I love him. We're in love. There's your hot intel.

Aziraphale:

Aziraphale: Inspector Constable, be a dear and spray me down with all 700 of our fire extinguishers, will you?