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lyrics that are impossible to translate directly, but perfect to describe the relationship between crowley and asiraphale:

eg e fortapt i deg, men likavel heilt frelst - bjørn eidsvåg

it has a double meaning, and can be roughly translated two ways:

1) in the literal sense. (frelse means salvation, in a religious way)

im doomed by you, but still saved from damnation

2) in the figurative sense. (and how its usually read in a sentence like this)

i loose myself in you, and im devoted to you

#i know the song well but had forgotten bout it until i heard it on the radio the other day #and was struck by how well it fits #but it becomes hard to explain when writing in english #in norwegian though #it sounds beautiful #good omens #crowley #asiraphale #norwegian #lyrics #ineffable husbands #norway #bjørn eidsvåg

So sweet

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The guncles of humanity

#they mean well #the ones that make the inappropriate jokes at family gatherings #and lead us astray #lead us all astray #did you forget your mittons #you should have gone to the bathroom before we came out #good omens #go #goodomens #ineffable husbands #ineffablehusbands #crowley #asiraphale #adam #guncles #gay uncles

crowley and snufkin, walking around the city talking about how much they miss their respective boyfriends.

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I fear no fate (for you are my fate)

Fandom: Good omens

Tags: slow burn, mythology reference, seraph (angel) Crowley, human Aziraphale, Crowley’s relationship with God

Chapters: 3/10

Words: 11,187

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“Sir Wilde knows, doesn’t he?”

Crowley nods, even though he might have no idea who Aziraphale is talking about, but the quote hits the target. His mind, a little blurred and relaxed with alcohol, is slowly turning around the same thought over and over again: Get fresh air and go back home, your absence will be noticed.

He sighs, Aziraphale turns toward the sound and a deep wrinkle of concern appears on his forehead. The look on his face, with all the feelings laid out right on the surface, makes Crowley smile. He’s meant to leave now, but he simply can’t. Once the door is closed, he thinks, looking Aziraphale is the eye for an awkwardly long time, the magic is over.

Aziraphale gives him a little smile, heading to the table in the corner of the room holding a vintage wooden box with Victrola etched into its side. He looks at the shelf above the record player.

“What are we in the mood for?”

“I am definitely in the mood for more of this.” Crowley nods at the empty glass in his hand and stands up from the couch in one smooth movement, grabbing the bottle from the counter. When Crowley touches the bottle, it refills, maybe not for the first time this evening.

“Didn’t we run out of..?” Az frowns, watching the full glass on the table.

Crowley lifts the bottle to the level of his eyes and smiles.

“We will in two good gulps.”

Aziraphale turns back and looks at the shelf with vinyl records, each in a sleeve, perfectly lined in alphabetical order. He runs his fingers through them, gets one, looks at it, puts it back.

“Some of them are from my father’s collection,” explains the man, as he hears Crowley getting back on the couch, stretching out on it. “The secret is to keep them in a vertical position, they will last for decades. Fancy hearing the classics?”

“Whatever works for you.” Crowley enjoys the burning on the tip of his tongue and the warm feeling in the chest, later in his stomach, that the wine gives him. “I trust you with this one.”

“He would call you a fool now.” Aziraphale giggles, looks at the shelf again and takes one monochrome vinyl with a man in a bowtie on it. “My father thinks I have a terrible taste when it comes to...everything.”

He puts the vinyl onto the player, it goes spinning, and the first sounds of music shake the pleasant darkness out of the room. He turns to Crowley with a soft smile, warm and relaxed.

“We don’t agree on anything.” Crowley can see a little sadness clouding his crystal eyes, but then Aziraphale takes his glass and sighs. “Except for this song. Nobody understood it like Sinatra did.”

He takes a sip and closes his eyes, starts to dance, slowly swaying to the music. When Crowley thinks this evening can’t get any better, Aziraphale allows himself a deep breath and starts to sing along:

It had to be you

I wandered around

And finally found

The somebody who

Could make me be true

Aziraphale opens his eyes, laughs, noticing the startled look on Crowley’s face.

“Excuse me! I couldn’t resist.” He sits down on the couch next to the seraph and shakes his head. “This song is so...so…”

“Magical?”

“Emotional, I was going to say.” Aziraphale nods, looking down at the glass clenched in his hands, and whispers, “but I like yours so much better.”

The velvet almighty voice of Sinatra goes on, touching each and every string of Crowley’s soul (he was not aware of having some of them), and a huge, warm feeling in his heart is growing bigger. It leaks out of his heart, it fills all his veins, his lungs, his skull, and now he consists of it, the way the house is built of bricks.

He looks at Aziraphale, who sits with his eyes closed, enjoying the song he might have heard millions of times before. Does it have the same affect on him?

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Чутка оменсов. =) Наконец я их сделал. Какие никакие но мои. <3

#ts4 #the sims 4 #good omens #crowley #asiraphale

GUESS WHO WATCHED GOOD OMENS FELLAS,,,,,,

Omg this is seriously beautiful and Aziraphel and Crowley’s relationship was 👌🏻👌🏻😩😩😩💯💯💯

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