Here is the song I’m listening to today, with Aziraphale’s help.
To my fellow Americans in the fandom: our country is going down, but we’re going down fighting with everything we have. And we have to hold on to the hope that we will build a more perfect union out of the ashes of this one.
Aziraphale stepped onto that elevator knowing he’s going to stop the second coming itself, and Crowley has spent millennia staring down literal hell armed with nothing more than his wits.
They have plenty of courage for us to borrow.













