#im crowley

[certified-scoundrel]

my friends: dont worry, I couldnt tell you like him so i doubt he knows

me every time im in the same room as him:

[constanzel]

I am Crowley:

Crowley: "one cup, six shots of espresso."

Aziraphale: "oh, does that help calm you down?"

Crowley, stone faced: "no."

[samaraclegane]

crowley: im literally so graceful. you can't even imagine. if i wanted to seduce aziraphale he wouldn't even know what hit him

also crowley: *falls over thin air, out of his flat door and down the stairs, walks into six different people consecutively and then crashes onto the pavement outside*

[lazulibundtcake]

Headcanon: Crowley puts his hands in his pockets when his hands are aching to touch Aziraphale.

[junietwohundred]

Headcanon: Aziraphale can take any level of heat in his food. He goes to the Thai place, and when they ask him how spicy he wants his pad thai, he says, "Make it the way your grandmother did, my dear." He eats it with a smile on his lips and a song in his heart.

Sriracha makes Crowley's eyes water and his nose run. He cannot handle spice. Out of bravado, he orders whatever spice level Aziraphale orders, but within two bites he's trying to hide his tears as he gulps from his water glass. "S'fine. Tastes great. Can we get the check?"

[maximumgayce]

*goes up to a gay couple* so which one’s Crowley and which one’s Aziraphale

[silver-flame-alchemist]

External v. Internal Customer Service.

[silverwolf1977]

Sorry, not sorry

Sorry for the massive tidal wave of Good Omen’s posts but my wife’s been messaging me post after post while I’m at work and I can’t not reblog everything during my lunch hour.