#gomens hc

[freddiesflowercrown]

crowley has cold hands and aziraphale has warm hands so aziraphale takes crowley's hands into his own to keep them warm

[mitski-leaked]

s3 crowley saying what the hell do you think my forgiveness looks like post now

[akwardpogayto]

Crowley is partially responsible for “never gonna give you up” change my mind

he wrote the lyrics

he wrote them for aziraphale but he’s a coward

it sounded a lot more sophisticated at first

then he gave them to his good pal rick, thinking that he can serenade his angel with song

rick takes creative liberties

crowley LOVES it but. he knows aziraphale wouldn’t make it past the opening notes.

so, a couple of demonic miracles later

“it’s really annoying beez, trust me, they’ll be killing themselves over it”

it’s one of the most popular songs ever

the Bentley HATES IT tho

and won’t play it

and so the song never fulfills it’s original purpose

and we are blessed/cursed with the song

[letmetemptyou19]

Good Omens Headcanon #2948582

Crowley was largely responsible for the ska revival movement during the 1990s. He is particularly proud of the song Wrong Way by Sublime, in which he composed and performed the entirety of the brass section.

[dolcifool]

Crowley, the Hacker.

[Using some computer terms as they help convey the thought; so it's kind of a half au/ theory.]

But what of Crowley was kicked out of Heaven because he got into the debug mode of the universe? Obviously he had access to some of the universe's building block codes, as he does say he created some of the nebulas and star systems. (Like Alpha Centauri)

Also no other demon or angel has shown the ability to do such drastic miracles like stopping time. Which following up on that is impressive that Crowley, a low level demon (if we ignore the 'he was Raphael' hc) is able to keep Satan/everyone from the flow of time.

And God got annoyed with him when he started to question the direction she was taking with humanity or making changes of his own, so she removed his moderator status; making him 'Fallen'. But he still got into the 'Garden of Eden' server. Making trouble, lol, and befriending a new angel mod.

I bet that the sand plane that he brought Aziraphale and Adam to was either his own created server or he kept the codes to the Garden of Eden server as it's never seen again after humanity is kicked out. Like if we looked to their left or right we would have seen Eden in the background somewhere.

[spaghetti-machete]

I saw the post of Crowley and Aziraphale attempting to recreate a recipe from Mesopotamia and trying to figure out exactly who composed that tune in 1770, and I’ve got like a sad addendum to it

Crowley realises one day that the nice silk top hat he’s had reserved for a special occasion doesn’t match Aziraphale’s. 

Not only that, he could miracle it to be the same, but the way his miracles work, he has to understand - truly, for it to be a best-case copy, for it to be something miles and miles away from Hastur and Ligur’s Car The Barely Has Wheels - has to know how it’s made. He summons things into existence on the fly, sure, but for shit that’s really special, shit that really has to hit the fan at 50 miles per hour running, he wants to know how to make the stuff.

And it’s not like, well, it’s not like he’s planning anything special. He thinks. He’s not entirely sure what he himself will do next, who knows? He could force Aziraphale into a top hat from 1827, but the fact he wouldn’t be forcing him into it poses a problem, no, he won’t be bridging that gap any time soon. 

- (Best not to think what ideas Aziraphale might get if he starts going about like fashion choices are a free thing in the household, as he just knows his clothing would immediately shiver away from the touch of an over-zealous and perpetually nostalgic angel) -

And it’s not like they’re planning on going anywhere special. Not like things are going to change suddenly enough that, somehow, there’ll be an occasion for the pair of them to wear,... matching... formal outfits, like,... like people would be seeing that. 

Like there’d be photos. Ones he wouldn’t scratch the eyes out of and draw over in Sharpie. Maybe ones he’d put above the loo, if he was feeling generous. Nice ones. Little sea-shell frame, perhaps.

But it bothers him, and to what end he’s not willing to ask why. The idea, the knowing, of those two little top hats, sat next to each other in their nice, three-decades-apart boxes, in a storage cupboard somewhere in the bookshop.

It bothers him to know they’re different.

It irks him to know that he can’t remember why.

And it downright pisses him off that he can’t remember how to change the other.

He looks it up, this is the thing, he looked it up three weeks ago, and no-one makes that fabric anymore. This became a little bit of a spiral, and it resulted in a lot of 3am note-making, the best results of which became as thus:

silk plush top hat thing fabric?? - no nope stupid nonhat wearing lsoers

who the fuck makes tsujigahana anmore

no nice hat ribbons either

nnngnghnmmmnmhhnhghgh taffeta eurgk

ill never recreate those roman leather undies :(((

Translated, this refers to:

1. Silk plush fabric, a kind of velvet-style pile weave, only with a longer pile, no longer produced, making any good top hat exorbitantly expensive;

2. A kind of combination resist-and-ink-painting dye technique Crowley had become rather fond of, when attempting to tempt the ruling classes in 16th century Japan - it turned out that Aziraphale was already there, spurning them on in their pursuit of tea ceremony, and that he could tempt them further, would do so...after this cup of tea, of course;

3. A hat ribbon, any hat ribbon, of decent quality, weight, drape and stiffness, impossible to find ever since the working woman discovered the joys of sunshine on one’s head and abandoned their hats with glee;

4. Taffeta of the sort that makes one look like a rather crisp paper figurine, instead of a synthetic meringue;

5. And finally, the leather undies, Roman era, Crowley had rather enjoyed when he’d stayed in the Empire’s capital for a while. It wasn’t that he couldn’t recreate them. Aziraphale just wouldn’t allow him to.

It hits him that he’s not seen a new top hat made in London since a century or so before.

He’s not seen a good taffeta dress in so long. He can’t remember how the fabrics were made. He can’t recall how the silk plush was woven, what gave taffeta its crispness, and why so many ancient fabrics were woven tightly as such that they didn’t even fray.

He could look them up.

But what would be the point of attempting to replace a memory with a fresh understanding, when the very point of which was that he’d forgotten it in the first place?

[xofemeraldstars]

what if

God erased all about who the demons were before the Fall, so that they couldn't recognise them and to keep them from questioning

anyway it's 8am and for some reason I'm having angsty thoughts about Aziraphale not remembering Crowley when they first met in the garden :)

[akwardpogayto]

one thing about the good omens fandom that i’ve noticed is when the husbands get married. don’t get me wrong, i love every single wedding fic i’ve ever read, but most of the weddings happen after they do the do. which is a big no-no in any of God’s religions. and you can argue that God just looked the other way whenever Aziraphale happened to sin, but i think she was letting him enjoy humanity. But sex outside of marriage isn’t something i think she would excuse. so, here’s my headcannon!

A Priest, an Angel and a Demon were blackout drunk in a bar. Too drunk to remember that they could sober up, and way too drunk to remember that they are supposed to be enemies.

“Croooowwwllleeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyy”

“wha- what isssit angelll?”

“.....nevermind”

“wot?? tell meee”

“noooo, you’ll judge me”

“Aaannggelll, i ssssswear i’ll never judge you~”

“i- erm- i wanna kiss you!”

“ndjdknfjdnfjfn??!!??!??”

“oh, i shouldn’t have said that; pretend i never said anything, i-!!!”

*they kiss. kiss? nah bro they’re drunkenly making out.*

“wait, wait hold up”

*ignored*

“God said no fucking around with people you aren’t married to!!!!”

“oh. well- i mean- um. how-”

“then lessssssss get married Angelll”

“oh, Crowley, do you mean that???”

“course. not like i wanna marry anyone else. and ‘sides. don want you to fall”

“ok i can marry you two. mr crowley , do you take aziraphale to be your husband”

“obviously?? it was my idea???”

*ok good enough*

“and aziraphale do you-”

“a yes for every second i’ve existed on this earth!!”

“ok kiss and whatever. i’m going home. too drunk for this.”

*the priest leaves. the husbands do whatever. they go home at some point and don’t remember any of this. they are technically married. *

aaaaaaanyway, that’s my bad writing. please feel free to write this with action/more of it/better dialogue if you want!