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Sometimes I remember that some groups of medieval monks apparently considered beavers fish or “water creatures” to be able to eat them during lent (and at other times) and that was very Aziraphale of them

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Snake eyes :]

Bonus: Aziraphale wasnt surprised about the barbell since he was there when it was done

#yesssss #YESSSSSSS #give crowley more piercings

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Saw it in twitter. TERF discourse happenin again. Said it once and I'll say it again.

The beauty of Good Omens is that, at its core, Aziraphale and Crowley are not human. Those aren't even their real fucking names those are just the closest human equivalent there is to their actual names. They are an ANGEL and a DEMON. They are CLEAN SLATES. Human binary means NOTHING to them. What does that mean?

Do you think that they are trans? Mlm? Wlw? Non binary? GNC? Genderfluid? *Hand wave*? There is no wrong answer. All of you are correct.

How about their sexuality? Ace? Aro? Demi? Lesbian? Gay? The answer doesn't matter. You are fucking right.

They love each other. It doesn't have to be romantic, because that's not the only option of love.

They exist. THEIR foothold on the gender spectrum doesn't matter.

The FUCKING BEAUTY of Good Omens is that the plot progresses without the need to address any of this. It is literally WHATEVER THE FUXK YOU LIKE. No one is WRONG for thinking they are MLM as much as people aren't wrong for casting Aziraphale or Crowley as asexual and/or Aromantic. They could be trans or fluid or GNC or nothing!!! There are!!! Various forms of media!!!! And so many beautiful interpretations of this fandom!!!!! That's what makes it great!!!!!

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“Starlings” - Elbow.  Ineffable Husbands full comic!

Here’s the full thing all together, enjoy! goes in about a million different stylistic directions but that’s the fun of trying stuff out lol

multi-parter version here: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, (Part4 END)

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artists in the good omens fandom: regularly create masterpieces

me:

#and we love you for it!!!

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I feel like I've written about this before, maybe in a tag or something, but I'm honestly really into the idea that, despite being despised by the higher ups (or lower downs), Crowley and Aziraphale are actually considered really cool by the younger rank and file members of their respective sides.

'Cause Crowley's immediate superiors might privately dislike him, but that's because he's doing something that they don't understand. And he's doing it really well. In public, the Serpent of Eden is Hell's golden boy. Every up and coming young demon who wants to someday make it big has got an Anthony J Crowley poster up in their cubicle.

There's competition to work with him on temptations. There are stories— "they say he's started two world wars!" "They say he's the one who came up with Original Sin!" "They say he invented telemarketing!"— that get passed up and down the corridors of Hell. There's a black market among the younger demons for knock-off sunglasses and cheap red hair dye. (The latter has a tendency to dye your hair almost entirely the wrong colour— ranging from bright orange to hot pink— and will make you smell like peroxide for three weeks, but who cares? You all stink anyway, and you'll be the coolest demon in your department!)

If you're a hardworking young demon who's only too eager to serve your Master and bring about The End of the World, then your dearest wish is to be Anthony J Crowley.

And Crowley? Hates this. Absolutely hates it.

Like a key reason why this has all been allowed to go on for so long is because the likes of Beelzebub and co. just find it too damn amusing to watch the great Serpent of Eden go slithering round the long way through the back alleyways of Hell in the hopes of avoiding his adoring fans (who have been tipped off by Hastur, and are already waiting for him at the other end).

Crowley wants to be cool, yes, desperately so. But Crowley wants to be James Bond, and now instead he's stuck being Hell's weirdo version of Captain America.

He has to give speeches! He gets held up as a role model! Somewhere in Hell there are even a bunch of Health and Safety videos starring the Demon Crowley, from that time he lost a bet with Beelzebub back in the '70s. Featuring such exciting titles as: '99 Reasons Why You Shouldn't Lick The Walls' (the first 98 are just increasingly detailed descriptions of what Beelzebub will do to the next person ze catches doing it).

It's humiliating.

Aziraphale, on the other hand… well, young angels really aren't meant to look up to Aziraphale. In fact, letting your squadron leader know that you're an Aziraphale fan is a good way to land yourself a stern talking to and a reccomendation that you find yourself some better role models (have you considered Gabriel, by any chance?).

Aziraphale made a terrible error in letting the Serpent in, and although Heaven in its great mercy saw fit to forgive him, in penance he must walk the Earth until the End Times, protecting the humans from the consequences of his own, silly mistake. You tolerate Aziraphale, you might pity him even, but you do not admire him.

Except… as far as anyone in Heaven is concerned, Aziraphale spends most of his time on Earth fending off vicious demons at flaming sword point. And I don't care what species you are, there's something inherently badass about that.

So there's a always sizeable population of young angels who hang out in some of the less blindingly lit corners of Heaven to trade stories about the Guardian of the Eastern Gate. "They say he consumes gross matter! Doesn't even care about defiling his corporation— he's just that hardcore." "They say he can do magic— without miracles!" "They say he's the only angel the Serpent of Eden was ever afraid of!"

'Cool'— and Crowley would really like to debate this usage of the word— angels carry pictures of Aziraphale around with them, usually torn from that one issue of the Celestial Observer that covered Gabriel's attempt to promote him ("They say he turned it down! Said it was his duty to stay and protect the humans!"), and owning one of these is a great way to gain some celestial street cred. Phrases like "my dear" or "tickety boo" are the Heavenly equivalent of slang— and referring to anything as "nifty" in front of your superiors will get you a proper dressing down and several hours on polishing duty in the armoury. Every young angel's rebellious phase involves tartan.

Yeah, to us Aziraphale comes across as just a stuffy old professory-type bloke, but from an angelic perspective he's like a cross between Van Helsing and Bear Grylls (I stand by my headcanon that living on Earth, eating and drinking physical matter, is to angels what living in the jungle for six weeks, eating grubs and drinking your own urine filtered through a sock, is to humans). You don't mess with the Guardian of the Eastern Gate.

Aziraphale, of course, knows nothing about this.

He's not generally allowed much interaction with host outside of the archangels, and the few admirers of his that he's managed to come face to face with were generally too starstruck to say anything. As far as he's concerned, everybody in Heaven sees him the same way Gabriel does.

As a result, he is even more surprised than Crowley is when a ragtag bunch of minor angels and demons show up at the bookshop a few months after the Apocawon't, asking to join the revolution.

#this this this this this this this #this is my favorite headcannon #always has been always will be

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This comes a bit out of nowhere but I have to say it.... I don’t understand why people in this fandom keep fighting for the whole top/bottom thing.... I mean, I’ve seen so many posts of people insulting the people who like bottom!aziraphale (And the other way around). I personally like bottom Aziraphale a lot more, but I understand that most of the fandom likes bottom!crowley more. And I never complain cus, what’s the point?? Let People have harmless headcanons dudes.... Right?

Oh yes, that’s my opinion as well! The good thing of fandoms is that any opinion or wish becomes someway real in the moment a fan thinks of it. I have my headcanon on the ineffables, you have your own, and so on. And all the fans should agree/disagree with our headcanons but always with respect.

#debate #if i see one more post insulting people on any side of the i will flip shit i stg #ive blocked people over this dont even test me #its so dumb. like. grow up

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I read a poem today that seems to suit Aziraphale and Crowley - it’s by Nikita Gill and it’s called Nyx to Erebus

Why are passions prettier in the dark?

I hear mortals ask each other.

Are demons allowed to fall in love?

Children ask their mothers.

Yes. We are. Before their very eyes.

When we sweep through their lands.

I wish they could see the tenderness

In the way the darkness takes the night’s hand

#hi this killed me

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Based on a conversation I had recently….

Pan 1: Flock of geese fly in formation noisily overhead.

Pan 2:

Crowley: Do you think they talk to each other the whole time?

Pan 3:

Aziraphale: They must do. What else do you do on a long journey?

Crowley: The original “Are we there yet?”

Pan 4:

Crowley *Goose babblings*

Aziraphale *ANGRY HONK*

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I like the idea that angels can hear prayers that name them

And there was some effort on Heaven's part to keep Aziraphale's name away from human lips, so Aziraphale gets very few if any prayers. All his work and credit go to Gabriel or Michael. It used to be a bit demotivating, but he's gotten more or less used to it

But Crowley prays to him sometimes, and it comes as a kind of tingle, a kind of echoing confusion of words that he understands only because it is in his nature to do so

Aziraphale

The words trickle in, he can feel them in his bones and his heart

Guardian of the Eastern Gate, Keeper of Books, do you hear my prayer?

And Aziraphale sits up to listen better, for this is rare and worthy of attention

I think your phone's off the hook. I'm in the bottle shop, they've got a sale on Chardonnay, are you running low?

Aziraphale glances at his phone, which has fallen off its hook. He glances at the pile of recently emptied bottles of white wine. He tips his head to the side in consideration, then gets up and calls Crowley back

#lovelovelovelovelovelove

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think we should support butch lesbian aziraphale more tbh. she deserves it

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#they.....

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Aziraphale is a lover of stories, not just books and words, but stories in general, in all their forms. So, at one point, he decides to become a media critic. Anonymously. He finds one of those local magazine-style free counter-culture-esque newspapers and decides he’ll write for them. And so he does.

Columns just start showing up at the paper, printed in System font and on dot matrix printer paper, the kind with the alternating cyan and white lines. They’re apparently written by “Your Media Critic.” The editor rolls their eyes and throws the first submission out, but somehow it gets printed in the next edition. Everyone swears blind they didn’t put it in. No one remembers typing it up or inserting it, and, in fact, the addition of this column created an extra page that was three-quarters blank. It’s like the column just shoved itself in there.

This keeps happening, and eventually, the paper accepts defeat. They start leaving a space for the column (though they do stick an editorial comment under it hoping that, in future, Your Media Critic will stick to a 600 word maximum?). Aziraphale feels embarrassed at not having done his research first and dutifully sticks to that count, rather scrupulously.

Meanwhile, Crowley one day feels an urge to pick up an issue of this free “newspaper.” He has no idea why he would care about what indie movies are playing at the local arthouse theater or what new Indigo Girls cover band is opening at some hippie pub, but he picks it up anyway and flips through it. The media column catches his eye.

And he knows. He just knows that’s Aziraphale, he can practically hear his voice. And he knows his angel didn’t tell him he was doing this. It’s A SECRET. The angel has a SECRET, and Crowley is delighting in knowing it. 

He calls up the offices of this “newspaper” and informs them that he is subscribing to their paper and he expects one at his door every… how often do you publish?

“Every other week, but we don’t…”

Fine, every other week it is then. Here’s my address, cheque’s in the mail, ta!

The editor is befuddled. They… don’t do subscriptions. That’s not how they work. AT ALL. He thinks it’s a random nutter until a cheque shows up in the mail that day. Which is odd because Tommy got the mail and hadn’t noticed this envelope in the stack before. 

The cheque assumes the paper costs 5 pence per edition, which is ridiculously low: no newspaper charges that little nowadays, except for the ones (like this one) that are free. But, more importantly, the memo line says, “Next 1000 years PIA.” It’s for £1,300.

The editor stares at the cheque. He looks it over from multiple angles, even sniffs at it. He holds onto it for a week and then takes it to the bank with a “Ha ha, look someone sent us this, it has to be fake, right?”

It clears. Immediately. 

He blinks and stares. He has no idea what’s going on, but he has this terrible, terrible feeling that things beyond his control are shaping his future, and he isn’t sure how he feels about that. 

And that is how a tiny little bohemian newspaper not only made more money than most ever do, but also stayed in business well past the End of the World, past the end of print newspapers in general. Because once Crowley “paid in advance” for the next 1000 years, that guaranteed the paper would last at least that long. He expected a new issue on his doorstep every other week, and someone dropping off issues at their usual coffee-shops and jazz bars somehow always felt compelled to head over there and leave it neatly and promptly on his doorstep every time.

And Crowley knows Aziraphale is writing this media column but doesn’t tell him that he knows he is. And Aziraphale, who really had no intention of hiding it from Crowley but simply forgets to bring it up in conversation, continues writing the column because he has THOUGHTS on movies and plays and books and television programmes and whatever-it-is you call a show that’s on those streaming services, because it’s not really on the telly, is it? 

And they’re both very happy.

#pk but i love this a lot #good omens fics

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Good Omens | The Rest of Our Lives Series   A very short series about the small snippets of Aziraphale and Crowley’s lives after the notpocalypse. Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Xmas  Made by me and @eamikkir Patreon | Ko-fi

Made some gifsets for those who wanted to see them all in one post! These are all available as prints in my inprnt too (link here), feel free to check them out if you wanna have them!

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Well, hello. I usually paint portraits in oil. But now that I’ve got a tablet and PS, they open up the opportunity for artistic exploration that would normally take a long time via traditional methods. I don’t have to wait 2 days for a layer to dry for a start... so that’s encouraging.

Anyways, I like Good Omens. It also happens to be the perfect context to examine different art styles from Renaissance to Victorian times. I started this little historical Good Omens art series last month. Let’s begin with Golgotha Aziraphale and Crowley as Rembrandt style oil portraits :)