#drunk aziraphale

[greenthena]

Fanfic Friday - Chapter Update

“Wher’re we goin’?” Aziraphale purred.

“Taking you to bed, angel,” Crowley’s voice rumbled through his chest.

That was…nice. More than nice, really.

Aziraphale nodded sensibly. “Took you long enough.”

He felt Crowley chuckle beside him.

“Not like that,” he said.

“Oh,” replied Aziraphale, his heart sinking. “Thasss too bad.”

Keep reading on ao3...

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #aziracrow #fanfic #ao3 #fluff #only one bed #tropes! #get your tropes! #drunk aziraphale #caretaker crowley

[evilasiangenius]

He wished Crowley was here, and not just this squashy wineskin that was far too soft and nothing like Crowley. Something about angular shoulders and pointy elbows and knees that went in all the wrong places sometimes until they were in all the right places left him shoving his face into the wineskin, flustered and embarrassed, afraid to be caught out by none other than Crowley’s evil Hellish demonic master.

Focus! Aziraphale peeked his eyes up over the leathery top of the wineskin, staring at the road before him, rather resentful at this sudden and embarrassing outburst of emotion. Aziraphale’s eyes skated up toward Asmodeus who thankfully did not notice the angel peeking. Was this sudden longing for Crowley some demonic interference from the Prince of Hell? Some effect of his infernal will? Aziraphale’s face went through a mostly obscured and mostly anxious series of emotions before settling on maybe and no and yes definitely but no, not possible. Which seemed as good as anything to go by these days, if there was a need for a specific thing to go by.

Trying to stem that nagging feeling of nerves strung far too tight to the point of thrumming as if a bowstring in a stiff breeze, Aziraphale tried to focus on the matter at hand. The important things, like what it would take to get Crowley away from this Hellish master. He recalled that there was that business that Crowley mentioned about getting Asmodeus sidelined but it would require too much dabbling in politics Downstairs that would be impossible for him and Aziraphale racked his brain trying to think of things that could help facilitate that goal without actually being involved. He stole a glance at Asmodeus, wondering if there was anything that could be done to convince the Prince of Hell to let Crowley go of his own accord.

But just as Aziraphale looked up, Asmodeus turned, glancing down to meet the angel’s eyes.

“You never answered my question, Representative,” Asmodeus said suddenly, and something between the look and the unexpected query surprised Aziraphale nearly into tripping over an unevenness in the dirt road, though the angel caught himself at the last minute with a righting stumble.

“Question? What question?” Aziraphale asked, genuinely flummoxed. “You had a question?”

“You seemed to be such an expert on who deserved to Fall and who didn’t. I thought you were going to elucidate further,” Asmodeus said, in a voice dripping with venom.

“Well, certainly I wouldn’t know the specific details as clearly as someone who currently is a demon now,” Aziraphale snapped. “But I can guess as to the kind of angel you must have been before to deserve such a thing.”

“Hmm, do tell,” Asmodeus said, and there was a hint of bitter amusement in his tone of voice, in the set of his lips and his cold green eyes.

“I do not think that it’s worth discussing,” Aziraphale replied snippily, feigning disinterest even as the angel wondered if Crowley had been correct, that before the Fall Asmodeus had just been an ineffectual Archangel, a useless personage among the glittering gems of the court of Heaven.

“Then I suppose you’ve never heard the truth of it from Crowley.”

At that Aziraphale couldn’t help but wince, remembering that Crowley had said more to a mere human about the Fall than he had ever spoken to Aziraphale about it. Somewhere deep down it seemed that whatever he knew about Crowley, everything that he had bragged to the Prince of Hell about was so superficial as to be mortifying – it seemed that he didn’t really know Crowley at all.

“I can’t say we’ve ever felt the need to bring up such...an unsavory subject,” Aziraphale said with a very careful flippancy, trying to pretend as if it never occurred to him to bring up such a topic. At this point it just seemed like a good time to continue drinking. Perhaps until at least the end of this unduly drawn-out conversation, or perhaps ideally until the end of the world, if Asmodeus would always going to be loitering, skulking about in the background like some minor actor behind the skene, ready to jump out from a doorway at any moment behind any number of obscuring masks.

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#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #good omens fanfic #drunk aziraphale #mistakes were made #asmodeus

[drdomo-gem]

They're both handling the divorce well

#crowley got drunk and made the card then threw it into the elevator #he fell down while throwing it and just laid there a while #muriel dragged him back to the bookshop #happy valentines yall #good omens #ineffable husbands #ineffable divorce #fanart #crowley #aziraphale #muriel #michael #my art

[thursdayes]

cannot get enough of these guys (man-shaped ethereal beings)🪦

#good omens #my art!! #gomens #good omens art #good omens book #good omens fanart #fanart #gomens 2 #gomens spoilers #good omens 2 #good omens season two #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x arizaphale #crowley #aziraphale #wip #work in progress #i love being wine drunk #he is me #good omens s2 #gomens season 2 #gabriel #i hate u metatron

[goodomens-girlie]

I just know Aziraphale was gabbing with those gays about Crowley and they all thought Aziraphale and Crowley were together, little did they fucking know

#good omens #good omens s2 #good omens show #crowley #good omens fandom #aziraphale #neil gaiman #crowley x arizaphale #aziraphale x crowley #good omens edit #crowley deserves better #crowley fashion #drunk crowley #crowley cosplay #good omens crowley #crowley x aziraphale #crowly x aziraphale #aziraphale good omens #good omens aziraphale #azirapahle #i love aziraphale #aziraphael #aziraphale and crowley #aziracrow #aziraphel #aziraley #azirafell #aziraphale defense squad #aziraphale screenshots #aziraphale is adorable

[joycrispy]

I'm seeing some confusion out and about over the title A Companion to Owls (generally along the lines of 'what have owls got to do with it???'), so I'd like to offer my interpretation (with a general disclaimer that the Bible and particularly the Old Testament are damn complicated and I'm not able to address every nuance in a fandom tumblr post, okay? Okay):

It's a phrase taken from the Book of Job. Here's the quote in full (King James version):

When I looked for good, then evil came unto me: and when I waited for light, there came darkness. My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me. I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation. I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls. --(Job 30:29)

Job is describing the depths of his grief, but also, with that last line, his position in the web of providence.

Throughout the Old Testament, owls are a recurring symbol of spiritual devastation. Deuteronomy 4:17 - Isaiah 34:11 - Psalm 102: 3 - Jeremiah 50: 39...just to name a few (there's more). The general shape of the metaphor is this: owls are solitary, night-stalking creatures, that let out either mournful cries or terrible shrieks, that inhabit the desolate places of the world...and (this is important) they are unclean.

They represent a despair that is to be shunned, not pitied, because their condition is self-inflicted. You defied God (so the owl signifies), and your punishment is...separation. From God, from others, from the world itself. To call and call and never, ever receive an answer.

Your punishment is terrible, tormenting loneliness.

(and that exact phrase, "tormenting loneliness," doesn't come from me...I'm pulling it from actual debate/academia on this exact topic. The owls, and what they are an omen for. Oof.)

To call yourself a 'companion to owls,' then, is to count yourself alongside perhaps the most tragic of the damned --not the ones who defy God out of wickedness or ignorance, and in exile take up diabolical ends readily enough...but the ones who know enough to mourn what they have lost.

So, that's how the title relates to Job: directly. Of course, all that is just context. The titular "companion to owls," in this case, isn't Job at all.

Because this story is about Aziraphale.

The thing is that Job never actually defied God at all, but Aziraphale does, and he does so fully believing that he will fall.

He does so fully believing that he's giving in to a temptation.

He's wrong about that, but still...he's realized something terrifying. Which is that doing God's will and doing what's right are sometimes mutually exclusive. Even more terrifying: it turns out that, given the choice between the two...he chooses what's right.

And he's seemingly the only angel who does. He's seemingly the only angel who can even see what's wrong.

Fallen or not, that's the kind of knowledge that...separates you.

(Whoooo-eeeeee, tormenting loneliness!!!)

Aziraphale is the companion.

...I don't think I need to wax poetic about Aziraphale's loneliness and grappling with devotion --I think we all, like, get it, and other people have likely said it better anyway. So, one last thing before I stop rambling:

Check out Crowley's glasses.

(screenshots from @seedsofwinter)

Crowley is the owl.

Crowley is the goddamn owl.

#good omens #good omens 2 #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #aziraphale #crowley #there's probably a few thousand words more I could say about this but. I think I'll just hang the implications deliciously aloft for now. #something something tfw the embodiment of all your worst fears and self-doubts shows you the only real kindness you've known for centuries #you can't help but love him and you can't help but fear him but above all you TRUST him the way you're supposed to trust God but don't #brrrrrrr #do you think Crowley would vibe with being an omen of spiritual devastation or do you think he would get drunk about it #good omens meta

[itsscottiesstark]

Here's some of my favorite Crowley on laudanum moments, just because:

1. Death is "just wrONGGG", Crowley said so. No more dying.

2. Because if you don't get high and improvise the unofficial anthem of Scotland (it's canon, Crowley improvised it), what are you even doing with your overly long life?

3. This lil dance is the best, I swear.

4. Reminder, he's looking at a graveyard, at night.

5. Find me someone cuter, I'll wait.

6. It was dark, he was wearing sunglasses, and he was high. Leave him alone.

7. I am petrified.

And bonus points because I will never get over this:

No, don't be shy, get closer.

#I swear that last gif brings me to my knees #VERY subtle #wipe your smirk off your face kind sir #my favorite minisode changes day to day #today it's this one #I'm excited to see what tomorrow may bring #good omens #good omens minisode #the resurrectionists #crowley #aziraphale #crowley x aziraphale #david tennant #michael sheen #good omens season 2 #crowley laudanum #laudanum #drunk crowley #good omens gifs #good omens gifset #gifs #ineffable husbands #ineffable drunks #itsscottiesstark gifs #itsscottiesstark posts

[cloud-based-and-rainpilled]

He really said “I am aggressively gay what the fuck are you talking about”

#theyre not gay theyre celestial blah blah blah let me have fun #WAIT THERE ARE STILL TITLES WTF #tumblr desktop stay winning its improved so much i was so wrong #i am too drunk for this!! #good omens #good omens season 1 #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #crowley x aziraphale #find this later miracle aligner

[p4nishers]

(1941)

aziraphale ( w rizz): there must be something i can do for you

crowley, clueless: just forget it will you

(2023)

crowley, waking in cold sweat: he meant it SEXUALLY?????

#i just gotta get out my drunk shit outta my system dont worru abt it #aziraphale was practically BEGGING for it and crowley was like 'ugh u r so annoying i wish u liked it me :/' #STUPID BITCHES the lot of em #i wish aziraphale'd rizz me up like thst j want him sk bsd #good omens #good omens s2 #crowley #azicrow #aziraphale #ineffable spouses #aziracrow

[golswia]

Earlier, in the said different pub... an angelic titty grab.

#he just wanted to make things clear ok- #that's the demons second bear #and he is sloshed sksk #he gets drunk quite easily #in opposite to the angel BAH #good omens #good omens fanart #aziracrow #good omens season 2 #ineffable husbands #aziraphale x crowley #reverse omens #good omens reverse au #golswia reverse au #BadProphecies

[walmart-icarus]

i cry whenever i remember the burning bookshop scene

imagine you knew someone for 6000 years, rescuing them many times and close calls, to end up thinking that they got killed by your side. My boy was crying and screaming and he was tired. He was absolutely destroyed that he couldnt save Aziraphale that one time

#the angst in crowleys eyes #bro was in PAIN #good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #thats why he got drunk

[evilasiangenius]

And then gradually the voices of the actors seemed to dull, to be blunted, and a quiet, ringing silence fell over the entire theater, the little coughs and murmurs of the crowd dissipating into nothingness.

“What? What do you want?” Aziraphale snapped, turning to the Prince of Hell, irritated that the show had been interrupted. Asmodeus had dropped all pretenses of disguise and the appearance of the Prince of Hell’s actual form made Aziraphale flinch. For a moment he remembered Crowley’s warning about this particular demon’s dangers but then all that was forgotten because he was missing out on the Bacchae.

"What did you do to her?" Asmodeus demanded.

“Her? Who are you talking about?” Aziraphale asked, dumbstruck, genuinely confused.

“What did you do to Crowley?”

“Oh, Crowley? I’ve done nothing to Crowley. Why would I do anything to Crowley? What did you do to Crowley?” Aziraphale demanded.

Asmodeus was suddenly taken aback. “Nothing, of course.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” Aziraphale sneered. “I’m so certain you’ve never done anything to Crowley.”

“How dare you speak to me like this?” Asmodeus hissed. “You might be the Representative on Earth for Upstairs but I am Management.”

“First of all,” Aziraphale began, clinging to his wineskin. “This is the Dionysia. And I don’t care if it’s the City Dionysia, we didn’t have a proper Rural one this year and as far as I’m concerned, we’re going to do both at once and holding to custom, even slaves are free during the Dionysia and all the social order is disrupted, and even though I’m not a slave it doesn’t matter to me right now if you are a Prince of Hell or even Satan himself, so you’re just going to have to put up with-”

“What's wrong with you?” Asmodeus snarled, with barely-suppressed rage.

“What’s wrong with you?” Aziraphale shot back. “There's nothing wrong with me. I am just drunk.”

“How...shameful. You’re an Angel.” Asmodeus was almost too shocked for words.

“Excuse me, I am drunk because it is polite to be drunk! It is in fact not just polite to be drunk, it is pious and holy! To be drunk! In public! During the Dionysia! It is criminal to stay sober at a time like this! And if you don’t mind, I am trying to watch this tragedy! And sure, Neoptolemos lives here in Pella now but it’s not like he’s on stage all the time and it is a rare treat to see such a famous tragedian. I haven’t seen a decent show since the Lenaia and even then-”

“Principality-”

“And even then, the seats were terrible and it was snowing the entire time to the point where the snow was piling up on stage and had to be shoved off and all the costumes got wet and I think half the chorus caught the flu and the other half caught the plague and one of the principals almost died of pneumonia and you know who had to go heal all these people and their families and the backstage crew and their families and all the people watching who got sick as well, oh no, it wasn’t a demon who went to make sure they didn’t die and take half the city with them in the dead of winter, oh, it was-”

“Representative-”

“Me, that’s who. The Representative on Earth. Doing all the dirty work of going into Every! Single! Little! Hovel! And house! to make sure the plague didn’t spread. And I have my own actual job too that takes up nearly every waking hour of the day! I had to do it because we needed them to live to sing another day and look, there they are not dying (not dying yet, no wait, that’s just Pentheus and that’s much later in the play) and singing quite nicely except I can’t hear anything you horrid demon because you have done something very annoying to reality and I literally cannot even hear the aulos which should be the most obvious instrument that you can hear-”

“Aziraphale.”

“Huh?”

“Are you quite done?” Asmodeus snarled.

“No. Never. Not until I find a proper insult wagon upon which to better hurl invective, and let me tell you that is where the humans have it right, to get up on a mobile platform for the express purpose of insulting people who deserve it.”

“Hm. I see that your...commitment to appearing as the humans do is commendable, if unusual,” Asmodeus said, conceding in a grudging manner, intentionally ignoring the fact that Aziraphale had unleashed a mountain of vitriol upon him. “However, if you will shut up for a minute, I have a real problem.”

“What do I have to do with your problems?” Aziraphale snapped. “You’ve caused me so many problems and now you dare ask me to deal with yours? Solve them yourself!”

“It may concern you as well. Crowley is missing.”

“So? He’s a big demon, he can take care of himself,” Aziraphale said, waving off Asmodeus’ concerns with nonchalance. “Besides, I just met with him and he was fine…” And then Aziraphale remembered their last conversation about the queen. “Oh wait, no. Did he do something stupid?”

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#aziraphale #good omens #crowley #drunk aziraphale #ineffable idiots #bamf aziraphale #asmodeus #mistakes were made

[hikarry]

Do you think when post was invented, Crowley mailed himself to Aziraphale just for shits and giggles?

Like, he found a box, he turned into a snake, he mailed himself and jumpscared Aziraphale when he opened the box

Please this must have happened at least once

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #david tennant #michael sheen #anthony j crowley #i might or might not be drunk please ignore me

[romansmartini]

can we hold hands and listen to this together

#good omens #SO MUCH TO UNPACK HERE. #aziraphale calling crowley dear boy ... aziraphale drunk voice ... aziraphale interrupting with meaningless facts and pissing crowley off #the bird spaceship in particular SOOO FUNNY #“what bird 🤨😐” “thebirdimtalkingabout” aziraphale said ARE YOU TALKING TO OTHER GIRLS. YES OR NO. #also love to hear the story about the bird. happened to my buddy twelve #i had a lot to say but i had to clip this so many times i forgor. give me stuff to talk about im ready for that #wait i remembered. aziraphale talking about the kraken and the “yeah?” “Fact.” oh god crowley wants him so bad

[goodomens-girlie]

best duo that never was:

#good omens #good omens s2 #good omens show #crowley #good omens fandom #aziraphale #neil gaiman #crowley x arizaphale #aziraphale x crowley #good omens edit #i’m gonna cry #crowley shut up #crowley cosplay #drunk crowley #good omens crowley #crowleu #crowley x aziraphale #crowley good omens #aziraphale and crowley #six of crows #crowly x aziraphale #crowly good omens #crowley fashion #good omens bts #david tennant imagine #good omens season 2 spoilers #good omens season 3 baby #good omens s2 finale #good omens s2 ep6 #good omens s2 ep5

[createserenity]

Does Crowley stay at the bookshop all night?

I'm just putting it out there that I don't think this is talked about enough:

This might not have been filmed, but it's right there in the scriptbook. Crowley leaves Aziraphale's bookshop right before Gabriel and Sandalphon arrive. I'm sure it's implied they are visiting fairly early on Thursday morning, since it's the first scene labelled as Thursday and later on Aziraphale and Crowley have time to drive all the way to Oxford and mess about there. So what? Well the scene before this is Aziraphale and Crowley drinking in the bookshop after Warlock's birthday party on the Wednesday. It must be fairly late in the day by this point because the hell hound was supposed to arrive at 3pm and this scene is happening sometime later. So Aziraphale and Crowley are in the bookshop drinking presumably into the evening on Wednesday whilst Crowley goes on about how he knows what Aziraphale smells like and they both think that the world is about to end in a matter of days. Then the next morning Crowley is noted as leaving the bookshop and has clearly been in there for enough time that Sandalphon can still smell his presence. Are we supposed to buy into the idea that he leaves late Wednesday night, comes back for an unspecified reason really early on Thursday, leaves again when the angels turn up and then comes back later for the trip to Oxford? Well, I'm not buying it. So what were they doing in the bookshop all night? (And also Aziraphale takes the angels into his back room to buy "pornography" - the back room where he was with Crowley not that long before - and frankly Aziraphale loves feeling like he's got one over on the Archangels, especially Gabriel, so yeah, there's that too.) ...just saying.

#good omens #good omens analysis #good omens meta #sort of #ineffable husbands #they probably just got horrendously drunk together #but I love the idea that they did more than that #I especially love the idea that Aziraphale just flaunted it in front of the Archangels #I need to write a fic of this #good omens script book #ineffable fandom