#tartan thermos

[ineffable-ezra]

I know that Muriel, the Bentley, and their one shared braincell are the children of the ineffable divorce, but y'all are sleeping on THE TARTAN THERMOS!! That thing is the child that knew that Mum and Dad were having problems, and didn't want to explain that to its siblings.

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #david tennant #michael sheen #the bentley #good omens 1967 #ineffable divorce #the final fifteen #tartan thermos #crowley x aziraphale #aziraphale x crowley #crowley and aziraphale #aziraphale and crowley #muriel muriel good omens #1967

[steamclouds]

Picnic day, aka Aziraphale finds out why the neighbors call Crowley "Speed Demon"

#no wine glasses or tartan patterned thermos's were hurt in the process :) #Anthony “Menace of the South Downs” J Crowley #aziraphale #crowley #anthony j crowley #ineffable husbands #good omens #good omens prime #ineffable idiots #my art #digital art #he sure is pushing the limits on that poor two stroke 4 gear engine

[clairedelune-13]

I love how in the show, it’s made immediately obvious how much Aziraphale loves tartan.

#the thermos kills me #😂😂😂 #Aziraphale and tartan #good omens

[peetae]

TikTok muted my audio so im here now

#good omens #good omens aziraphale #good omens crowley #azicrow #aziraphale #gomens #ineffable husbands #good omens 2 #good omens 2 spoilers #ineffable divorce #thermos #tartan #david tennant #michael sheen #good omens aziracrow #gomens 2 #gomens fanart #animatic #animation #ibispaintapp #capcut #ibispaint update #lgbtqia #lgbtqia+ #angst

[vidavalor]

Good Omens has shown us, among other things...

-Crowley pointing the paintball gun at Aziraphale and giving the office workers miraculous escapes from death *before* it showed us The Blitz, Part 2's Bullet Catch that shows us what he was referencing to Aziraphale by doing so

-Aziraphale's love of human magic and his vanishing coins act and Crowley grumbling about all of it *before* it showed us "the farthing has vanished!" and The Marvelous Mr. Fell and his "volunteer assistant" on stage in 1941

-The 1862 breakup *before* the 1827 scene that gives context for their traumas that led to the breakup

-The sexy lunch in 2008 *before* the ox rib date that started it-- all the way back in 2500 B.C..

-Crowley telling Aziraphale about his night dealing with the antichrist baby: "Well, not, delivered-delivered, just... handed it over" *before* professional midwife/cobbler Bildad the Shuite "birthing" Job and Sitis some "new" kids

-Crowley, alone, forced into the start of Armageddon by delivering the antichrist in a picnic basket *before* 1967, in which Aziraphale dreams of a world they could get to before they run out of time in which they could go on a picnic together

-Aziraphale looking to the side Crowley always comes up on when he hears the miracle sound in the sushi restaurant in 1.01 *before* we even know that Crowley always comes up in the same way from various scenes teaching us this

-Aziraphale's tartan obsession *before* its origin story, which is the date in Edinburgh in 1827 wherein he became spirituality Scottish and thought he lost Crowley and after which he adopted the tartan as a thing related to the two of them and never stopped wearing it. See also: showed us 1967 and the tartan thermos *before* explaining to us that the tartan isn't just something Aziraphale likes but is something with meaning to the two of them together as a pair

-Crowley rambling drunkenly about bananas, fish and gorillas in the bookshop *before* his and Aziraphale's 'banana fish gorilla shoelace with a dash of nutmeg' conversation over wine in 1941, showing us that he was drunkenly remembering in a scene in S1 a romantic scene in their history that we didn't know then and wouldn't know until S2

-Crowley & Aziraphale dining at The Ritz in 2008 in 1.01 *before* we even know that was The Ritz or why it matters that it was, which they don't tell us until the final, romantic moments of S1

-Crowley obsessively growing a large, lush, overhanging canopy of plants in his apartment *before* telling us he's got a thing for vavoom-y erotic gazing and kissing under the shelter of canopies the likes of which have never been seen in a Richard Curtis film

So, my dear, dear loves... explain to me why I'm not going to be adding to this list next season:

-that heartbreaking 2.06 kiss *before* the first one they had a bazillion years ago?

#ineffable husbands #good omens #good omens 2 #good omens meta #aziracrow #crowley #aziraphale

[kay-jaye]

bit on the side?

bit on the side?

crowley doesn’t know what the fuck that even means. ok, yes, he’s familiar with the deluge of terms humans have concocted to define the complexity of their relations to each other.

side piece. sneaky link. friends with benefits. fuck buddies. situationship.

crowley knows what it means. he does. but when nina speaks the phrase to him, crowley can’t seem to recognize a single language, alive or otherwise dead, in which the words she says make sense. he briefly wonders if this is his version of aziraphale’s french.

because she’s talking about aziraphale.

aziraphale, the angel. the angel who likes his tea without sugar, but his wine with company. the angel who claims to have a distaste for “bebop,” yet crowley has caught him mouthing the words to queen’s “good old-fashioned lover boy” more than once in the bentley. the angel (bastard) who enjoys subjecting crowley to his magic act antics that under no circumstances would crowley ever admit to finding amusing or, satan forbid, endearing. the angel who popped into paris during the reign of terror because he got peckish for crepes, and even the threat of guillotine in that damp bastille cell could not deter him from baked goods in the end. the angel who still insists on dragging crowley to see productions of shakespeare, despite both being present for the original opening nights of almost every play the man wrote. the angel who is what heaven is supposed to be incarnate—pure and kind and too good for his own good, really.

and crowley is a demon.

he doesn’t think any of the typical labels apply. they’re not human, after all; it couldn’t be that simple. crowley can’t pinpoint exactly when it started or when it changed. 6,000 years is a long history to comb through. it was more than the acquiescence of two immortal beings to the familiarity of each other in a world full of temporary creations. it was more than a bloody arrangement at this point. crowley doesn’t know how it can be more than whatever it means to inhabit the other’s body and walk right into fatal danger, but they are. he’s inclined to cut his losses and say he knew—because deep down, he did know—he’s been fucked since eden and the damn wall and the damn rain he can’t help but associate with revelation.

other people’s love lives, nina had said. love lives. she’s projecting, crowley knows that. whatever’s going on with her and…lydia? linda? they say love makes you blind, but crowley would argue you see plenty of things. every passing glance between sips of champagne; every smile at the crisp sarcasm rolling off a forked tongue; every brush of fingers over the exchange of a briefcase full of books, the shaky grip on a tartan thermos, the drunken grab for another glass of wine across the table. silly things. things that aren’t there. for all the times aziraphale has implored him to read more, crowley swallows the urge to say he already reads into things more than he should.

he’s imagined it before; what it would be like to have more. a fair share of people have made assumptions about them in the past, though he’s not sure whether aziraphale has picked up on it, but that’s not why crowley suddenly feels as though armageddon is upon them once again. never has someone alluded to anything as…intimate as “hooking up.” crowley can brush away the implication that they’re together, but something screeches to a burning halt the moment nina insinuates what crowley’s only ever allowed himself to think about when he’s laudanum-level drunk and lonely because he has a greater chance of not remembering in the morning.

he remembers though. that’s usually when the guilt kicks in, when he’s hungover because he forgot to miracle the alcohol out of his system before passing out, and the headache pulses with the constant reminder that aziraphale is pure, pure, PURE. nothing he imagines on those nights is pure.

what gave him away? and if nina can see it, can aziraphale?

#good omens #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #aziraphale #crowley #i'm writing look at that #kayjaye writes

[noneorother]

I broke down the hilarious amount of "Aziraphale tartans" so you don't have to.

I've been slowly going bonkers collecting the amount of times members of the cast/creators and fans of Good Omens over the years have referred to various things as "Aziraphale's tartan". Even on merchandise, I've seen wildly varying opinons about what pattern Aziraphale's tartan actually is. Your resident graphic designer has decided to sit down and just do the damned thing*. Exhibit A) Tartan Origin

Sarah Arnett posted this image to her instagram in 2019, having created "Heaven's dress tartan for the character Aziraphale". However, the only time I've actually seen this pattern used in good omens is in the season 2 announcement poster made by Mickey, and maybe on a pair of socks Aziraphale wears in season 1, (but I'm not convinced).

So here's what that looks like. Note I've rotated the original pattern 90 degrees clockwise in my final pattern (far right) for reasons that will become clear shortly.

Exhibit B) Aziraphale's Bowtie, Thermos, Notebook etc.

This is the tartan that Aziraphale actually wears for most of seasons 1 & 2.** It's a recoloured version of the Exhibit A), and has been rotated 90 degrees on it's bowtie application so that the darker bars run vertical, and not horizontal. The problem is, while the direction of the pattern on his accessories doesn't change, it does on the bowtie. You can see examples of the tartan going right OR left in both season 1 and 2.

Exhibit C) Aziraphale's Brown Bowtie...

This Tartan isn't just a trick of the light. For the first park bench scene in season 1, Aziraphale is wearing a version of his regular bowtie, recoloured in brown and rotated 90 degrees, so that it fits with the direction of the original Exhibit A) Tartan, but not with the direction of the tartan on his Exhibit B) regular bowties. This bowtie was made special, from cloth cut in the opposite direction.

Exhibit D) Aziraphale's Magical Cravat!

Now this is where it starts to get interesting! I haven't seen many people discuss Aziraphale's magician disguise from season 1, but his cravat actually has both Exhibit B) and Exhibit C) tartans to create a contrasting double sided tartan: the outward facing brown, and the hidden, inward facing blue (according to costumer, because of lack of enough brown).

Exhibit E) Saraqael's and Muriel's Tartan

Don't be fooled, Saraqael's and Muriel's tartan may look similar in colour to Aziraphale's, but when you pick it apart, it's got inverse colours, and mildly squished horizontal striping. If you note the orange boxes in each picture, you can see the ratio of the blue stripe to the vertical stripes in each tartan is different, while keeping the overall pattern and ratio in each direction the same. Exhibit E) has a square intersection. It's also usually woven much larger. This tartan also introduces a small sliver of hunter green into the beige/blue/purple palette that's been seen so far.

Exhibit F) Gabriel's Tartan Blanket

Like the others, Gabriel's S2E1 blanket is a variation on the original Heaven's Dress Tartan. It's got very squished horizontal striping though, and is woven even larger than the Saraqael Tartan. Most noticeably though, while it has the same grey vertical striping as Exhibit E) it's now got even more green in it, and the purple is gone almost entirely (save one line).

Exhibit F) Have a bonus Crowlee Tartan from the Season 1 body swap miracle that matches none of these.

It's silver silk though. Can I get a wahoo....?

__________________________________________ *Disclaimer: I am not Scottish, and definitely not an expert in tartan, just a tired graphic designer. If you want tartan expertise, you can go here (although I don't really agree with what they say about the main colour pattern) https://livebloggingmydescentintomadness.tumblr.com/post/189300035060/a-discourse-on-tartan

**In order to deduce colours, I've used high quality BTS footage or photography in neutral lighting whenever possible. Especially in season 2, colour grading and post processing of the final show make colour matching between scenes and/or seasons impossible.

#good omens 2 #art director talks good omens #go season 2 #good omens season 2 #good omens season two #good omens #good omens prime #go1 #good omens season 1 #tartan #crowley x aziraphale #aziraphale and crowley #aziraphale #costume #good omens costume meta #good omens analysis

[dreamgrlarchive]

A Prissy Girl’s Guide to Fall

back by popular demand, i’m here with another prissy girl guide! this post is a bit late for the fall but it’ll allow you to finish the season off in a pretty fashion, and transition to the winter smoothly. i’ll be discussing the look i’ve been adorned in as of late and my fav products i’ll be using for the spirit of fall! 💓

what’s the look this fall?

the look this season is “divalicious barbie.” voluminous hair, tapered square nails and fur details + neutral color palettes. add in a few pops of pink and some sparkly detailz and you got my look this fall. “sexy chic.” i’ve been really leaning into the vibe of a runway supermodel diva emulsion. as you may have seen, my birthday outfit drew from many inspirations, focally the early nineties alaia runway shows. just immense glamour, class and girliness with a healthy dose of sexy.

“it's officially fall bbys. uggs, tracksuits, sew ins are in”

“in are warm scents, fur, leopard prints, brown lip gloss with voluminous blowouts for the fall to enhance my diva essence!”

- @realprissygrl on twitter 🎀

first and foremost…

the weather is turning so a lot of us are catching colds. take care of your health and rest. protect your immune system and dress according to weather. i almost always get sick around late september/early october and its because of the dip my immune system takes due to the change in climate.

preparation

some of you are in school like me. one of the reasons the fall is my fav season is because it’s time to get back to the basics. you should be developing new study routines around this time or perfecting the ones you have already

new school supplies + stationery. pretty girls deserve to stay stocked up on glitter ink and fuzzy pens

start saving money for the holiday season

get a handle on your halloween look early so not to scramble when the day comes

stock up on tea, immune boosters like emergen-c and medicine

start going outside in the morning to get the vitamin D and K you may lose out on as the seasons turn

set new goals and track them in a diary or planner

try to get well rested. the change from fall to winter can cause a lot of mood and energy complications due to lack of rest

essentials

a metallic pink starbucks tumbler or stanley cup

new books to read this season

chai tea and espresso for at home lattes + a pink thermos for travel (mine is a barbie pink micro shimmer one by starbucks)

hello kitty pencil caps and planners

velcro roller kit

super cute straw toppers

juicy couture laptop case for school

dry shampoo and clean paddle brush

pink ipad for productivity

victoria’s secret anything

cute hydrophobic jackets + umbrella

cute planner, i take my corset planner everywhere

clothes and accessories

warm neutrals + pink

layers, layers, layers! i’ve been pairing fur vests/cardigans, and sheer tops

cheetah and leopard print (yes they’re different lol) i’m going for the galleria chanel look this season

preppy looks! tartan, tweed and pleats have been such an essential for me on class days

cute little purses that are only big enough for your phone, lip gloss and keys. they come rhinestoned, fur trimmed or beaded and go very well with preppy lookz

chocolate brown accessories and layers

rhinestones and pearls add the perfect diva touch to any look

hoops 4ever

diamond studs for when your hair is pulled back, the prettiest detail ever

velour tracksuits

shimmery neutral pieces

feathers and gold jewelry to achieve that regine hunter/hilary banks aesthetic

fur trims on sheer tops

fuzzy trimmed half jackets

neutral toned designer tote bags

leopard print totes

blacked out shades

berets

sheer tights including tights with patterns like lace and stripes

ted baker arycon bags. they’re affordable and super freaking cute

fuzzy knitted pieces

knee high socks

cute little pumps + kitten heels

leather booties

uggs… obviously

medium telfar in either ballerina, bubblegum or gold

rubber boots with cute details like metal buttons or fur

furry moon boots

apple watch + charm bracelet stacking

beauty

brown + pink all season. cinnamon strawberry dessert girl

tape ins + sew ins or clip ins for a budget

soft matte makeup. not too matte (winter) and not dewy (summer)

neutral eyeshadow with a pink glossy lip

voluminous side parted hair with velcro roller curls OR

pin straight silk presses with a middle part

adequate moisture in hair is imperative to ensure hairstyles last long and stay sleek. if my hair reverts too fast i know it’s because its dry

sparkly hair clips

deep pink, mauve and berry blushes

lip balms like tree hut, summers friday and patrick ta

high ponies and half up half down stylez

long curly lashes. my favs are by kiss and lilly lashes or sold on amazon in the pink packaging

invest in a metal roller brush (ulta has super cute pink ones omg) OR a round brush blow dryer to add body to hair

makeup by pat mcgrath and patrick ta for sparkly lookz

beauty blender cleanser is my fav for cleaning my brushes

lip glosses + lipstick in nude pink, nude, deep brown, and baby pink

tapered square french tipz and nude nails

eyeshadow palettes with blacks, reds, browns, grays, and creams. my favs rn are naughty nude and new nude by huda, glam palette by natasha denona and the master mattes by mario

claw clips have been my fav for cute updos

warm scents with notes of wood, oud, musk, cinnamon, pastry, soft florals and brown sugar

smoky eyes + smudged liner + wings

#the prissy girl agenda #fall #dream girl beauty #dream girl fashion #dream girl journey #my posts #diva seasonz!

[sun-glasses-at-night]

A demon downs a vial of poison in order to save the life of a stricken human. A human who had just seen their partner get shot and killed as a result of how they were forced to live. The demon mocks the idea of offing one's self, and effectively takes the bullet out of the human’s gun. Later, he swears off laudanum, claiming to never want to try it again. But then Crowley is sucked down into hell and taken away. Time passes and Aziraphale is alone.

A demon asks an angel for holy water, and is shot down. The angel sees the danger in this, and cannot be convinced that handing over a loaded gun, a pill, a small vial of laudanum would be safe for the demon. He does not trust what Crowley would do with it, despite his promises. They walk away from each other. The crumpled note floats on a body of water yet it combusts. Time passes. They are both alone.

During the blitz, at the church. We see Crowley eyeing up the holy water as if thinking of stealing it. After the books are saved from burning and they’re driving away—bathed in orange firelight and speeding through the blitzed city—Aziraphale asks if there’s anything he can do for Crowley. Neither of them mention holy water. If they had, that bubble would have burst like the bottles of liquor in the back and that fragile thing they were eking out would have spilled, quite dangerously for the demon, all over the two of them. Instead, hours later, the demon has a gun leveled at the angel’s head and is asked to trust him, to pull the trigger with the knowledge that it won’t hurt him. There is a bullet in this gun but be not afraid i will not let it hurt me. You need to trust in that, trust in me, trust in us. The trigger is pulled. Time passes.

An angel sits in the passenger seat of a demon’s car, much in the same way as he did decades prior. The car is not moving but there is an orange glow about the street they’re parked on, illuminated signs advertising love or an approximation of. He hands the demon a thermos—a silly object, one that is as sturdy as it is branded with Aziraphale’s colors, personalized, a reminder of who it came from. This one, at least, can’t shatter. He loads the tartan bullet into the gun and hands it over to Crowley, apologizing in his obfuscated way for taking so long to trust him with it. Apologizing for not keeping up. Blaming Crowley for going too fast. The car is not moving as he exits the Bentley. Crowley has no way to test if it's real holy water, other than trust. Time continues to pass.

An angel and a demon save each other’s lives by taking a bullet for each other—one spilled out and splashing in a bathtub, the other standing still in a pillar of orange flame. This time, neither of them shot the gun. They committed to robbing the grave knowing it would be rigged to shoot. Time passes but they run alongside it, doing their best to carve out some peace together after everything. Time passes but they pass it together.

Time stands still. An angel and a demon are facing off in a bookshop, flanked by a looming unticking clock and the lack of birdsong. They are both looking down the barrels of their trust in each other. The demon fires first, but lands somewhere off to the side of the angel’s head. That had been the plan once, but not anymore.

The angel shoots. As it turns out, the angel’s aim had always been better.

#good omens spoilers #good omens meta #good omens #aziraphale x crowley #aziracrow #ineffable husbands

[waywardwendy]

Go For a Picnic. Dine at the Ritz...

Okay, I've got an absolutely miserable take on the 1967 scene in the Bentley, after Aziraphale gives Crowley the tartan thermos of holy water.

‼️TRIGGER WARNING‼️, this is going to get a little dark with Aziraphale's assumptions about Crowley's suicidal ideations. Be careful, please.

We all know Crowley has been pining after holy water. (In my dismal opinion, whatever was done to him after he saved Elspeth's soul from damnation in 1827 must have been horrendous, and that's where this request came from.) He asked for it in 1862 when he met with Aziraphale in St. James Park, and was turned down.

And we all already know exactly what Aziraphale thought he wanted it for.

We also know he discovered in 1941 that it was available in churches. No guards surrounding it, and that anyone could just go in and take it.

"Look at that! A whole fontful of holy water. It doesn't even have guards." (His genuine surprise that it's just THERE for the taking.)

Anyway that's not what this is about - this is about Aziraphale's response in 1967.

Obviously, we're all hooked on:

Because, ouch these poor babies really know how to ruin our lives.

So many meanings here. The obvious - you drive like an absolute mad lad and I don't want to be discorporated in a car accident (good lord, the paperwork). The less obvious but definitely there - you jump into things so quickly, I can't keep up.

BUT I'm stuck on this bit:

In my first watch through, I didn't think much of it. "Don't look so disappointed." We can hang out later. I just don't want to drive with you when it's not necessary because you're absolutely terrifying behind the wheel. I'm not telling you to fuck off, call me for dinner some time.

BUT NOW, on my... 5th? 6th? I'm losing track (and my mind) watch, I see it as... begging? As Aziraphale not knowing how to articulate what he's feeling, but desperately trying to communicate it to Crowley anyway.

Because he still thinks Crowley wants the holy water as a way to destroy himself.

I see it as something along the lines of this miserable list;

Please don’t kill yourself. 

I need you to not go through with this. 

I don’t want to withhold my companionship from you, but I need you to look forward to our time together later so you don't do this now.

I’m not going to spend time with you now, I can’t let you use it as some final goodbye in your mind. 

We can go for a picnic, please stay alive long enough for us to do that. 

We can dine at the Ritz, please stay alive long enough for us to go there.

And, to be honest, watching it through again with this lens, I wonder if Aziraphale is more grateful for Crowley's company every time they see each other because he didn't go through with it.

I wish I could find a better way to articulate this, and the way it wrings out my heart like a wet rag, but here we are.

Enjoy my misery with me.

#good omens #crowley #aziracrow #aziraphale #gomens #goodomens #good omens 2 #ineffable husbands #david tennant #ineffable idiots #michael sheen #anthony j crowley #a. z. fell #good omens meta #is this a meta? #I'm realizing that I don't actually know what a meta is #good omens analysis #good omens scene analysis #I make myself really sad sometimes #ineffable partners #ineffable spouses #good omens 1 #angst #ineffable angst #good omens angst #crowley angst #aziraphale angst

[hyperfixating-rn-brb]

thinking about what would have happened if aziraphalr had went to crowleys flat instead of calling and ending up discorporated. but a candle still falls and the bookshop still burns.

aziraphale arrives in crowleys empty flat, seeing an empty thermos, wrapped in tartan and abandoned. a bucket. a pile of clothes.

crowley drives to the bookshop, sees their shelter on fire with books and shelves crumbling into ash.

aziraphale barely holding everything back, shaking and desperately trying not to cry as he walks around the eerily still apartment, eventually having made a loop back to sit carefully on the throne and slowly break. he doesn't make a sound, not disturbing the quiet that had been left there.

crowley sobbing and running through the flames, screaming and cursing god and satan. refusing to be still as the shop burns around him. when he can't bear any more of it he drives away, still shaking and more vulnerable than hes been in years.

destruction by fire, destruction by water. screaming and silence, sobbing and barely holding himself back.

eventually a reunion even more emotional than the original, both of them shocked and reluctant to entirely believe they're real. confrontation of how much they truly cared for each other, an unsaid confession of love neither was brave enough to say.

it would redefine so much; being caught in the end of the world and both thinking they've lost the other entirely, and in such opposite ways.

#my heart would be destroyed but dam it would be poetic #but like good poetic #not aziracrow turning into stars or humans #good omens #aziracrow #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #go spoilers

[crowzirawho]

Crowley. Mug. Cocoa. Bookshop. Thermos. Tartan. Ring.

God always liked sevens!

(click for better quality)

fanart for my favorite fic,

Are We Meant to Read the Footnotes? by @riathedreamer

quote from The Little Prince.

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #are we meant to read the footnotes? #ineffable husbands #good omens fanart #my art #haven't drawn in a moment lol

[dubiousduckears]

An incomplete list of merchandising opportunities that is being slept on for Good Omens (which everyone is invited to reblog with additions):

Aziraphale’s signet ring

Crowley’s tie/scarf

Nice and accurate journals and planners

Hell’s demotivational posters

Any posters for Good Omens

“Nuclear” sherbet lemons (probably not a likely best seller but the idea amuses me)

 The brooch style watches the satanic nuns wear

Plushie Dog, The Usher, the duckman from the credits, any huggable character

Beelzebub’s fly hat

God’s ineffable dice

Crowley’s snake belt

Bowties, biscuit tins, thermos, blankets and cloth in Aziraphale’s tartan

Witchfinder pins

Jewelry with Crowley’s snake tattoo, apples, white and black wings (rings, earrings, hairsticks/clips, necklaces, ect)

#Good Omens #Merch ideas #shut up and take my money

[bagelsenjoyer14]

   One thing I still find incredibly interesting is the whole holy water debacle and, more specifically, Azi’s “I’m not giving you a suicide pill”

    One thing that still gets me is this line said by Aziraphale; I can’t stop wondering what caused him to jump to such a conclusion. I mean this is going to be a weird analogy, but if your friend said they were going to buy a knife for protection, you wouldn't immediately conclude that they would stab themselves with it. And Aziraphale is ADAMENT about it! His facial expression here always gets me, he looks so worried and devastated. This scene causes a big argument between them, and 100 years later, when Aziraphale finally gives in to giving him the holy water (because he knows it’s the safest option) he gives Crowley reasons to live when he hands him a Tartan thermos (in hopes if he does something stupid, he’ll be remembered of Aziraphale and stop)

    But I wonder WHY he came to such a conclusion? And I wonder if in episode three of season two maybe we’ll see why (as we know Neil has mentioned two suicide attempts in it, and it’s another mini-episode about them in the biblical time) and this is going to be about the story of Job, which is already a pretty angsty story. 

  This is also a half-baked thought but I find it interesting that in the picture of a scene in episode three, there’s a shadow over Crowley that is similar to Aziraphale protecting Crowley from the rain in Eden, I almost wonder if it alludes to Azi once again protecting Crowley from something (but perhaps emotionally this time?)

      And, just to bring this up, we really don’t know why Crowley wanted holy water! He tells Azi it’s for protection, but that could just be what Crowley is telling him. I find it odd that it seems Crowley really wants it, then he kind of mellows out before wanting it badly again. 

   But if he wants it for protection, I think that’s equally devastating, because I mean what happened to him in the 1800′s (and later in the 60′s) to cause him to desperately want protection from his own kind? 

   As he said “his lot doesn’t send rude notes”

#good omens #good omens season two #good omens meta #good omens crowley #crowley #anthony janthony crowley #aziraphale #good omens 2

[vidavalor]

Just Crowley looking hot in a turtleneck in two different scenes, 56 years apart, caressing air and a tartan thermos of holy water like how he caresses Aziraphale.

#ineffable husbands #good omens #crowley #aziraphale #good omens 2 #good omens meta #aziracrow

[pockykierra]

The Drive Home From Tadfield (based on @vavoom-sorted-art's comic

Go check out her comic, her art is so lovely! Both chapters out now.

The first chapter is SWF, the second is all NSFW, for anyone who wants to skip it/skip right to it 😏 Thank you @vavoom-sorted-art for letting me write a fic about your art! Here's a little sneak peak of Chapter One:

For a good few minutes, they fell into silence. They watched the setting sun pour beautiful light through the Bentley’s windows - yet another thing Crowley would miss when the world was gone. A demon wasn’t supposed to admire a lovely sunset - and certainly not a lovely angel - yet, on numerous occasions, he had found himself doing just that. Appreciating the beauty of the world he lived in.

The world that would soon destroy itself through divine and occult influences. Wasn’t that wonderful? All the things Crowley and Aziraphale loved - the people, the drinks, the food, the sunsets, the cars - gone. Turned to dust before their eyes.

Aziraphale would scold him for it, but Crowley couldn’t help but keep glancing at him from the corner of his eye. With his glasses, it was a difficult task, but he managed for a good few minutes without cluing Aziraphale that his eyes weren’t entirely on the road. He could see thoughts and ideas churning in the angel’s head, each twitch of the nose or flicker of the eye a new one - but from the dour expression on his face, none were leading anywhere. 

Crowley supposed that was better than what he was doing, which was focusing entirely on Aziraphale and not on ways to fix the up-and-coming Apocalypse. It was hard not to be when the angel looked so beautiful in the oranges and reds of the setting sun, his pale hair turned to fire and his eyes sparkling like stars in the burning light. He was - as the angel had said himself - ethereal. Wondrously, ridiculously radiant, and so full of light that Crowley could bask in for the rest of their days. Even if said days were now quite limited. 

Crowley’s jaw tensed, his teeth grinding together in a way that would have been painful for the average human. He had been trying not to think of it, focusing instead on losing his car and his humans and his alcohol, but deep down, he knew what the end of days truly meant losing - Aziraphale. No more dinners at the Ritz watching the angel savor every bite, no more late-night drinking sessions at the bookshop, and no more Arrangement. They would be - at best - separated for eternity and - at worst - forced to fight in the coming war. 

The Bentley swerved violently in reaction to Crowley’s thoughts; the angel beside him let out a tiny, barely-there gasp but said nothing about the sudden veer. Crowley glanced over at him, a pain like nothing he had felt before aching in his chest. He couldn’t fight Aziraphale. He wouldn’t. He would sooner throw that ridiculous tartan thermos of holy water he had hidden away onto himself - which, contrary to what Aziraphale thought, had never been the plan. But he would do it in a heartbeat for the angel beside him. 

From the corner of his eye, Crowley could see Aziraphale was still staring intently out the window, now looking to be thinking even harder about something. What it could be was hard to tell in the fading light of the sun, now mostly disappeared beyond the horizon - setting for, possibly, one of the last times.

Just another reminder of their fading moments together.

Unable to resist, fueled by panic and desperation, Crowley reached out and palmed Aziraphale’s thigh, grasping it like a lifeline. He was a demon weak for the pleasures in life, and his chances to have them were dwindling to nothing. Crowley and Aziraphale had spent years orbiting each other, never getting close enough to come together - and he was tired of it. He had gotten a taste of that tempting closeness earlier when Aziraphale had dared to call him nice, and Crowley pushed him up against the wall in retaliation. It was meant to be threatening, but from the way Aziraphale’s eyes had lingered on him as their bodies pushed together, it had been anything but. Thinking about anything else since then had been difficult - besides, of course, the oncoming death of the Earth. 

Crowley figured - best to do something now while there was still something to do. 

His hand tensed on the Aziraphale’s thigh, fighting everything in his body to keep his face neutral as the angel stared at him and contemplated what he felt about this new development. Crowley didn’t want to pull his hand away, but he would if Aziraphale asked. 

He would do anything for him.

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