#polish crowley

[rekinduzytaki]

STUPID GAY BITCHES

[vanyamire]

...before i knew anything, i knew i loved you.

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[crowlixcx]

[seefasters]

crowley's nail polish in his angel disguise made me think about him asking aziraphale to paint his nails. obviously he could miracle it on, but it's so much fun doing it the human way (and crowley gets to complain, which is, of course, the best part)

[asleepyy]

Azazel squawked, frantically, trying to do what he did best and take the fall for another, but Jophiel was far too fast for him. 

The angel's thin, wirey body had played out wide to protect the demon, to trap him the way a shark cage traps a diver and—

And the squelch was sickening. 

"What have you done?!" Azazel cried. 

Unlike, say, a snake, the Owl had exceptional vision. Although he could not perceive the color of it, the demon saw ichor seeping through the angel's sternum, where War's sword had pierced him. 

Jophiel merely smiled. "I did what I should have done a long time ago, I think. If anybody should have fallen it was me, Aziraphale—wasn't that your name?" He toppled sideways with a shudder and a low, pained moan. 

The dust did not deserve his blood. 

Azazel, the barn owl, the Banshee, did what he was known best for, he screamed. It was a terrifying, threatening sound, and it did it's purpose: War skittered away into the darkness.

"You have so- so much faith in the Almighty, angel," Jophiel whispered. The words hitched. Ichor spilled from his lips. "And I have so much faith in you. Look at you.... You're brilliant," ================================================

"And I have so much faith in you. Look at you.... You're brilliant,"

OKAY SO JUST!!! ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT!!! AND YET AGAIN YOU'VE PREDICTED SOMETHING (not telling u what) THAT I'VE ALREADY WRITTEN UP !!!!! I wish I had more energy to finish this, but i still needed to draw something otherwise I was going to go crazy! AMAZING WRITING!!!!! THANK YOU!!!!!

[fearandhatred]

ok so what if the reason crowley likes watching aziraphale eat is because nothing he does for himself can give him back the pleasure he felt when creating his stars, so the next closest feeling to that is through experiencing someone else's greatest pleasures. but it will never be enough

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hunger is a funny thing; multifaceted, duplicitous there's a hunger to give and a hunger to take the hunger of passion and the hunger of greed

i knew only of the first type of hunger, before time, before sorrow back when there was just the explosions of supernovas, the heat of the cosmos, the planets in my grasp and the world at my feet back when i was the barycenter of the universe and all my steps created consecrated ground the souls at my tabernacled fingertips, helpless, hopeless, defenceless the power to do whatever i wanted to them and choosing only kindness

that was before i knew how it feels to have it all stripped away to go from being larger than life to living in it; from creating to the realisation of having been created, at the mercy of things of my own design to be helpless, hopeless, defenceless, in a world that was never kind to me

that was before i knew the agony of hunger pangs, bone deep and spiritual that carved out my marrows, left me substanceless and corrosive everywhere and nowhere, that nothing i did could satiate that nothing can satiate but grace

there's a hunger to give and a hunger to take and the damned have nothing left to give

but you do.

you take and you take and you take, never left wanting a taking borne not from desperate emptiness, for once, but one of indulgence you gorge yourself with selfish pleasure, glut yourself with food unneeded fulfilment, hunger stacked upon already-there satisfaction and in taking, so also do you give

with each fistful you grabbed of that ox rib i could imagine snatching my stars out of the sky pressing them down between my palms, permanent claiming marks seared into my hands i imagined swallowing them down, eruptions of light and neutrons on my tongue with each sip you take of wine i imagine myself sucking in the universe galaxies and planets orbiting in my stomach, the centre of the world's gravity i imagine breathing in liquid life, the warmth of existence stinging my throat

and for the first time, my hunger is sated by watching you sate yours for now, it's enough for me to just watch

so establish this covenant with me: take your fill of animals, of drink, of everything within reach stuff your heart full, consume the world raw, and i'll do the same with my eyes but after that, tear the flesh off my frame, gnaw on my hollow bones strip me of the little i'm still worth, leave me bare and stranded feast on my body, broken for you do this in remembrance of me, and maybe i'll do the same

because that hunger of creation i can never get back, no matter how much i try so now i just gorge myself on you

[gryffindraws]

Crowley from my Cupid Au since we won't be seeing him for a bit. Just a lil teaser ;) Adam is his nephew/godson and Warlock was his former charge when he was a nanny. He was able to save up enough nannying to open his plant shop! Despite Crowley hard exterior, he's a big softie when it comes to kids

[sentientsky]

“Day after tomorrow,” Phoebe Bridgers

save me phoebe bridgers save me

[idanit]

“Many people, meeting Aziraphale for the first time, formed three impressions: that she was English, that she was intelligent, and that she was gayer than a treeful of monkeys on nitrous oxide.”

Butch Aziraphale makes a lot of sense to me.

[rekinduzytaki]

"na trzy paski lecą laski" crowley i "podryw na kasztana" aziraphale

[amethysthollis]

crowley and his gold teeth

[dtennantfashion]

potential nail colors worn by David tonight at the @meangirlsmusical Gala essie bachelorette bash butter london flusher blusher opi koala bear-y purenails neon coral gel

[didderd]

@tic-loud-tic-proud here they are! the good husbands! :3

(i still need to watch the second season, so no one spoil anything in the tags/comments please <3)

[the-blackdale]

I just know after this that David Tennant is going to fight tooth and nail for Crowley to wear black nail polish in GO3. He is gonna ask Georgia to help him apply it if the makeup department refused to but he is gonna do it. I just know it.

[cawareyoudoin]

What if Aziraphale realized first? What if Crowley hadn't realized what his feelings were until Nina literally spelled it out for him?

Think about it: whenever people assume they're a couple and say it to Aziraphale, he NEVER denies it. "You're better off without him" and "boyfriend in dark sunglasses", and "you don't seem his type" all get silence and a blush, or an eyebrow raise, but never a denial.

But the moment Nina suggests it to Crowley, he immediately jumps to "it's not like that!". Is he the fucking oblivious one?! God! Fuck! Did we have it all wrong???

[weheartstims]

lesbian flag with crowley good omens :3? with dark red and black stuff too

Crowley (Good Omens) with lesbian flags, and dark red and black!

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