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Sweet Seals For You, Always
YOU ARE THE REASON
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if i look back, i am lost
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Not today Justin
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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@mitski-leaked
You think you're a demon? With your curly little...and neat white-
Drinking Buddies Crowley and Aziraphale drinking together in Good Omens
9th doctor you have to stop. your doc martens too classic. your leather jacket too cunt. your buzzcut too perfect. your swag is too lesbian...9th doctor they'll kill you.
tHeY aGe tOo mUcH bEtWeEn sEaSoNs ToO bE PoRtRaYiNG aGeLeSs bEiNgS.
Good. I hope for season 3 they look ancient to you. I hope David Tennant’s crow’s feet are deep enough to drink wine from. I hope Michael Sheen’s waist grows another couple of inches and pops a button right off his waistcoat. I hope they add a little grey to Crowley’s signature red and I hope Aziraphale walks with a cane.
I hope between now and season 3 you can open your mind to the fact that they are by far the best two actors to fill those roles. And if they kept portraying Crowley and Aziraphale right through their 90s it would still be canon and be fucking epic.
This post doesn’t need adding to but I’ll add anyways.
If you think this story is about love between eldritch immortals, you’re missing the whole point.
This is a human love story. Age and death are a very real part of human love. If the changing bodies of the actors is the only thing that will force you to remember that yes, love is eternal but the time you have to experience it is fleeting, then let them change. Let them age, let them make you uncomfortably aware that no one gets 6,000 years. So what are you going to do with the time that you have left?
does anyone know what happened to phooeystickers?
ive been looking to purchase this but the whole store has blipped off etsy and i cant seem to find them anywhere else :"))
have some snack-sized 1941 angst, i have way too many of those just. sitting in my wip folders
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"It's not—listen, I don't—"
"Angel," Crowley interrupts him, far more gently than he thought himself capable of. "I know."
Some of the tension bleeds from Aziraphale's body, and his fingers still, unclenching and leaving behind pale half-moon scars on the outside of his wrist. His cheeks are flushed with a bottle of wine and the taste of it on Crowley's tongue, and when he inhales to calm his own trembling hands, he is hit with a wave of unconcealed desire. For a second, it is impossible to tell where Aziraphale's ends and his begins—not that it matters anymore, not with three feet of space and the weight of God's gaze separating them.
"I know," he repeats, trying to forget the caress of tear-stained lips on his throat, the press of warm hands on his face, his ribs, sliding down and down, and—
He pulls his shades out of wherever he had banished them and slides them back into place, gritting his teeth at the disappointment settling on Aziraphale's face. Dawn is an hour away, and the pleasant chill of angel-blue eyes meeting the hidden gold of his makes him consider staying until the sky turns grey; yearning for another taste of something is so much more dangerous than the temptation of the unknown. Crowley knows that if he does not leave now, he probably never will.
"See you soon?"
Aziraphale smiles, fragile, hopeful, scared. The brittle glass inside his chest holding back centuries of desperate longing is beginning to crack, forming the tiniest fracture, and Crowley allows the next sentence to slip through; just this once, he lets himself be honest.
"Couldn't live without you, angel."
Within one inhale and the next, he is gone, and Aziraphale watches the door unblinking until the sun washes away Crowley's shadow.
bafta livestream spread!
not quite back yet but ive just remembered i forgot to post this earlier this week! it was very much an unearthly hour for me so i had to keep drawing to stay awake. i need to get a full shot of david in his kilt done up soon because that man is GORGEOUS...
#The third season of Good Omens looks really good
My new hobby is buying plants from yard sales and today i bought one from a charming woman with a very thick accent
yes baby your emotional walls are high and impenetrable can we kiss now
ineffable valentines!
helloo!! sorry for the ghosting,,, ive just moved continents for school!! unfortunately setting up my new place is taking longer than expected so i haven't been able to cook up something more complete :((
i love orange poems but posting this right now makes it look more like a CNY thing than a valentines thing 😭😭cant wait to fix this after everything settles:"))
it just keeps getting better and better
I tap the mic. “Fanfiction is a crucial part of the good omens fandom.” I say.
The crowd erupts in objections and boos.
“She’s right.” Two voices from the back of the club ring out.
It’s Neil Gaiman and Michael Sheen.
going on testosterone is so exciting im so glad to finally go through my himboification
my special friend calls it his PP Juice and I started calling it PP Up from Pokemon and so now it’s the PP Up Juice.
Honestly the minute I saw the word himboification I knew this post was gonna be good and I was not dissapointed. This is so fucking wonderful and I love the sheer universal experience of exasperation, concern, and just so fucking done with your shit from your doctors and nurses.
There is no greater indicator of being a Man than every woman around you being done with your shit
It’s almost fall and I’m ready for the traditional pumpkin thigh smash.
I want her to do that to my fuckin head
god damn
I like the chorus of triumphant crows when she rips it open
HAPPY FUCKING HALLOWEEN
She’s so beefy and then her voice is so gentle
Those letters pouring out of your fingertips can create beautiful words, can create whole universes. Or they can form barely comprehensible sentences.
