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Good Omens mascot here, the brainrot is real. Still haven't watched season 2, so I'm making guesses about the vibes and feelings as usual. This one is from the Fault In Our Stars soundtrack, Not About Angels by Birdy. [also, if you can, reblog instead of only liking :") it helps spread the sobbing throughout this masochistic fandom]
We know full well there's just time
So is it wrong to dance this line?
If your heart was full of love
Could you give it up?
[Aziraphale knowing that whatever time he has with Crowley was borrowed, his heart breaking even as he takes Crowley's hand and pulls him into a dance. His heart that's filled with millennia of love for someone whom he has to give up to keep safe, because nothing can be allowed to harm Crowley.]
'Cause what about, what about angels?
They will come, they will go, make us special, oh
Don't give me up
Don't give me up
[Crowley begging Aziraphale not to give him up, because whatever the angels have promised Aziraphale has to be a lie. Who cares about them or Heaven or Hell? Crowley wants Aziraphale to make them special, 'we're on our side', they've always been together, different.]
How unfair, it's just our luck
Found something real that's out of touch
But if you'd searched the whole wide world
Would you dare to let it go?
[Both of them torn between the selfish desire to keep the other as close as possible, and the need to stay away to keep the other safe. Because they have travelled the world and travelled time, since before time, lived and loved each other through dynasties. They know that what they've found is real, but how can they ever reach it? How can they dare to try, but also, how can they dare to let it go?]
It's not about, not about angels, angels
It's not about Heaven or Hell or humans. It's not about angels. It's about them, Crowley and Aziraphale, it always has been. It always will be.
Aziraphale's heart didn't need to pump, but it pumped nonetheless, out of his God-forsaken chest. The elevator soars for an eternity, and the damn Metatron was blathering on, but all Aziraphale could hear was the blood rushing through his veins and his short, even breaths.
If he were to lose Crowley for Heaven, If HE were to LOSE CROWLEY for bloody HEAVEN, then he would be DAMNED if it wasn't worth it. Yes. He was going to make CHANGES. The elevator dinged pleasantly and the doors to the great white expanse of Heaven's offices opened.
"Aziraphale? Have you not heard a word I've said?" The Metatron snapped haughtily. "No my dear, and do shut up," Aziraphale said, waving the Voice Of God away as if they were a mosquito.
By now, the archangels had appeared and the group watched his act of defiance in shock. "Now. First thing's first," he commanded, and with a flourish that suggested capital letters, he announced, "A Suggestion Box."
why is it when people ask me what i want as a gift i immediately become someone who enjoys nothing at all and has never wanted anything a day in their life.
the brainrot has gotten so fucking bad, you can literally put a egg and burned toast infront of my face and i will call it ineffable husbands for breakfast
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