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Crowley has a Thing™ abt touch you cannot convince me otherwise

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Crowley has a Thing™ abt touch you cannot convince me otherwise

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So, I was just watching Star Trek Voyager, S05E09, the one where Tom gets demoted for trying to destroy a refinery destroying an ocean world, after the politicians refuse to do anything (It's very Global Warming-Eco Terrorism themed). Before he tries to destroy it, Tom says to one of the people on that world, "Theoretically, what would happen if one of the structures was disabled? They'd have to repair it...they'd be more willing to make changes to make it safer. At least it'd get their attention."

"Are you suggesting...?"

"I'm just asking questions."

That scene really struck me, because I remember Crowley saying "I only ever asked questions" about his Fall. If Crowley followed his questions with some sort of action to stop the apocalypse he knew would destroy his creations, the same way Tom followed his questions with action to save the water planet...It's possible he was cast out for whatever he attempted to do, the same way Tom was demoted for what he attempted to do.

Just an interesting little theory I thought was worth sharing.

#good omens #Crowley

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Gonna toss this out here, but I'm kinda missing Aziraphale. Any RP blogs feel like plotting a thing maybe? Just shoot me a message or reblog if interested!

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i've been inspired by this song "Knight on the Moon- John Lordwood" recently. there's just something very melancholy about it, but in a mysterious way that builds into these intense moments of battle or rescue or something (the beginning leading up to 2:50 and also 6:27 onward).

this is the story of the Gospel, but i hope it's in a way that makes you see it with fresh eyes. the God of the universe, the vast cosmos, saw our sin and our suffering, and loved us enough to come down Himself. He was born as a human and experienced the joys and sorrows that we experienced. the devil is the temporary ruler on Earth and everyone is born under his rule, whether they know it or not. but Jesus paid the ransom for us, to move us into His own Kingdom. He gave His life so that we could be freed from those chains forever.

every pain you've experienced, every sadness that feels like it will finally swallow you whole; Jesus experienced that personally. He doesn't watch sympathetically from afar, He stands and cries with you, knowing just what you're feeling. He loved you enough to give His very life to give you hope. strength can be found in Him, and freedom, and joy. He is the ONLY way to be saved, not only from the consequences of your sins, but from the doom of living in a fallen world. the fallen world won't last forever though, He will soon remake it new. decide for yourself what kingdom you want to be part of.

"Then, when our dying bodies have been transformed into bodies that will never die, this Scripture will be fulfilled: 'Death is swallowed up in victory. O death, where is your victory? O death, where is your sting?' For sin is the thing that results in death, and the law gives sin its power. But thank God! He gives us victory over sin and death through our Lord Jesus Christ." (1 Corinthians 15:54-57)

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anyway some absolutely hilarious concepts of crowley and aziraphale living in their cottage in the south downs:

jehovah’s witnesses knock on the door. aziraphale frantically tries to get them to go away because if he doesn’t before crowley sees them, crowley WILL invite them in, he WILL talk to them for over an hour, he will give them the drive they need to visit twice as many houses as they otherwise would have today

the neighbourhood kids absolutely seeing old mr fell with a gigantic snake around his shoulders, and rushing in to ask 10930 questions about its life and diet, to which he makes up completely implausible answers

everyone in the village assumes that crowley is aziraphale’s sugar baby, which crowley finds hugely insulting and completely hilarious in turns

aziraphale, multiple times, wakes up and looks outside to see crowley having long, philosophical arguments with their chickens

whenever aziraphale finds pests in their garden - rabbits sniffing about crowley’s carrots, mice threatening to go through the fruit trees, even the single vixen that was going to menace their chickens and that crowley said he would kill with his bare hands if it touched any of his “little ladies” - he quickly and quietly takes them off somewhere much nicer. 

not because crowley would actually harm the rabbits or the foxes (the mice he’ll eat. he is a snake, after all), but because crowley wouldn’t ever - just to spare him the embarrassment of not doing so in front of aziraphale, after he said that he would

they get some ducks that settle on their big pond, and crowley is ostensibly furious, but he still feeds them every day, and regularly uploads pictures of them to his instagram

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After the flood, the butterflies of Mesopotamia flourish, and come to perch on a thoughtful demon.

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Look what I found! :) ❤ 

Snippet of Michael reading the drunk bookshop scene, from The Town Hall Good Omens event with Neil Gaiman, Nick Offerman and Michael Sheen May 2019 :).

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Crowley is so proud 💛🧡💚

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Marvel directors: Even when actors like Chris Evans do their own stunts, we make sure they’re VERY wired in and rehearse a lot before filming. We also add dangerous weapons in in post so there’s no chance of danger, even with a prop. :)

Good Omens directors: We’re making David Tennant DRIVE A FLAMING CAR and IF HE DIES, HE DIES

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Aziraphale looking at Crowley’s lips and wanting to be kissed probably

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This is for all those people who don’t believe in the ineffable husbands.

I want you to analyze something with me.

Now, we have Aziraphale and Crowley.

We have the “good one”, that works against the evil forces, or what he believes is evil.

And the “bad one”, who works for Hell, for the dark forces; or at least he should. ‘Cause he’s not truly evil. He’s just a Demon that does what he has to do to survive.

They supposed to hate each other, and Aziraphale, the one that supposed to be incorruptible, tries hard not to fall into temptation, even if Crowley insists.

In the apocalyptic scenario they’re forced to work together in order to save the world.

In the end, they simply surrender to the fact that even being so different, they can coexist.

Their story ends with the two of them, sitting together, dining and toasting romantically. No kisses or confessions involved.

Just a bromance? Ok.

Now let’s analyze this.

We have Shadwell and Madame Tracy.

One of them works for the “light” and against the evil forces. He works for what he considers to be good, in this case he’s a witchfinder.

The other one uses dark magic, even if she truly is just a fake psychic, and she sins with absolutely no shame.

They supposed to hate each other, and Shadwell, the one that supposed to be incorruptible, tries hard not to fall into temptation, even if Madame Tracy insists.

In the apocalyptic scenario they’re forced to work together in order to save the world.

In the end, they simply surrender to the fact that even being so different, they can coexist.

Their story ends with the two of them sitting together, dining romantically. No kisses or confessions involved.

Now, this is my question:

Why does nobody AT ALL suggest that the one between Madame Tracy and Shadwell is just a bromance? Why are we all so sure that the straight one is in fact a romantic relationship, but we’re not sure about the one between two men? Even if we watched so many more romantic moments between Aziraphale and Crowley than between Tracy and Shadwell?

This is heteronormativity, guys.

You can be certain that there’s something romantic between a man and a woman even if they have literally four scenes together, but you doubt that Aziraphale and Crowley, that know each other since SIX THOUSAND YEARS, that spent their lives basically saving each other, that say sentences like “I know what you smell like”, “we are on our own side”, “we can go away together” can be involved in something romantic.

We don’t really need them to kiss or say “I love you” to know they’re a couple, just as we don’t need Tracy and Shadwell to do those things to know they’re a couple.

They simply are.

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professors!AU where Crowley is an astrophysics professor that is beloved by his students and Aziraphale is the campus librarian that everyone’s annoyed by because he’s sooooo strict when it comes to checking out and handling books, and they both spend all their lunch/coffee breaks together. Thoughts?

Thoughts? Oh yes I have Thoughts.

My first thought is that at first blush, Crowley is that professor. You know– the sexy one. The whose intro-level classes are packed with students taking AST101 for the easy A and the prof who’s easy on the eyes.

BUT it’s not an easy A. Professor Crowley cares so much about his subject and he expects you to care as well. He assigns essays. 101 courses are introductory courses, so he’s going to introduce everything– from the big bang to Galileo’s weird moon people theories. He gets excited and goes on ridiculous tangents and his 101 courses have the highest drop rate of any in the entire institution.

The next level in (not exactly 102 courses, but the ones who made it through the first culling) hate Crowley. But they hate him in that way where they have to stick it out and make him proud because demonic professors with parental approval issues attract students with the same issues. He hands back essays with little notes like “B+, strong thesis but weak conclusion” and takes ½ points of test questions for random stuff. He also has terrible handwriting. His students are sure this is all carefully calculated to fuck with them personally. They’re all 100% correct.

Maybe it’s the Stockholm Syndrome talking, but once they get a little “:) Well done!” they’re hooked for life. It’s only a select few of devoted followers who get to the classes where his own publications come into play, and they’re not even required reading. It’s just whispers passed down from student to student that the best answers and sources can be found deep in the library stacks, spread wide across the lower 520s, the 539s, the rare 514– honestly, the best way to find what you’re looking for is to find the rare books historian in the back of the library. You know the one. The one who always looks like he’s forgotten other people exist when you go to the rare books room for a history class and spends your whole time hovering over you like you’ll write on the 13th century Florentine Book of Hours with a sharpie if he turns his back for a moment. That librarian. Ask him where to find Professor Crowley’s essay on anything and he’ll produce it out of thin air.

The majority of Aziraphale’s interactions with the general student body, on the other hand, are brief and marked by irritation on the part of everyone involved. However, there’s a select few who count him among their favorite staff, though they’re not nearly so cohesive a group as Crowley’s ducklings. They’re students in all majors, across all years and interests– the only thing they have in common is that, in the midst of an awful term paper, or deep in the panic of finals week, or while they were wandering the stacks discretely looking for the queer studies section, or the self-help books that offer a little more than your run-of-the-mill mindfulness techniques, this dude with a tartan bowtie popped up and invited them into his office for a cup of cocoa (no food or drinks in the stacks, naturally) and they emerged from that conversation a little lighter, a little more hopeful, a little less alone. A professor might get a note slipped under their office door at some point, with a tip to check in with their students in a particular course, or an adviser might get a late night epiphany to make sure someone’s coming to their next office hours. Mostly though, the cocoa (with appropriate sugar or dairy alternatives, always exactly what the student needs) is a siren call that leads them back into the library, and they might not find Aziraphale himself on their next visit, but they always find the perfect book.

Students don’t expect to see their professors at lunch in a little cafe a few blocks away from campus, so usually they don’t. They don’t expect to see the librarian slide into the passenger seat of a nice but old fashioned car, and they don’t expect to see Professor Crowley driving it, so usually they don’t. They might not be able to ignore the white mug with wings– the opposite of Prof C’s aesthetic in every way– that he drinks coffee out of on some mornings, and they might not be able to ignore that there’s a random dude knocking on Prof’s C’s office door at precisely 3:05pm, putting an abrupt end to their ability to ask him questions about the stars and sigh dreamily over his responses. And they might not expect it, but students with sharp eyes can’t ignore the way they look at each other. Or like, the rings.

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Crowley and Aziraphale reacting to how the other would have died

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David Tennant reading the drinking scene from the book. Y’all are so welcome.

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While I love the idea of Crowley slowly moving into the bookshop, my heart also wants some “You could stay at my place” (in the tenderest voice of all time) and Aziraphale, once he’s agreed, is ALL IN but, being Aziraphale, neglects to mention this.  Of course he still HAS the bookshop to open or not open as he pleases, but after the Ritz (followed by the requisite “How about a walk?” and “We should check on the ducks” and sundry other excuses not to part ways), he just tags happily after a confused Crowley all the way to the Mayfair flat “it’s quite drafty standing out here in the hallway, my dear boy” and Crowley can’t just say he’s surprised, because that would be insufficiently cool.

The next day Aziraphale goes to piddle around the bookshop (”taking inventory” so isn’t it a shame he can’t open to customers?) but as night falls here he is again, letting himself into Crowley’s flat (he has a key in case of out of control snake naps), arms filled with books and bags of tea and tins of biscuits and a few soft blankets and five more books just in case and maybe he miracled them all into two angelically themed shopping bags, but-

For the next two weeks, every evening after they’ve done their daily deeds (figuring out what that means in this New World, but Crowley gets bored easily and needs to go out and cause some low level mayhem, though he’s scaling back his Incredibly Impressive Impact Radius), there’s an angel on his sofa (his sofa was not this soft yesterday…or this long??), and there’s tea (”I don’t actually own a tea set, angel”  “That’s fine!” he pulls one out of his Angelic Themed Shopping Bag a la Mary Poppins, it is covered in green plant designs and has a lovely snake coiling through them and making the handle), and one afternoon there’s a bookshelf and he’s quite certain he didn’t have a bookshelf but it’s filled with books on astronomy and plants and the 1920′s (he slept through those) so….

He wakes up one night and Aziraphale is perched in a chair (from whence this incredibly comfy looking armchair) reading by a little celestial light and that’s a bit creepy so he mutters, “Get in the bed, angel, this feels like a horror movie” and so Aziraphale does and perhaps from then on there’s an angel in the bed when he wants to sleep, wearing a comfy night shirt and sometimes reading aloud when Crowley is restless and were his towels this plush he wonders after his shower?

It takes him six months to look around the flat and see there’s five book cases filled with Aziraphale’s favorite books (naturally he recognizes Aziraphale’s favorites) and all the furniture LOOKS the same (other than all the incredibly warm, snake friendly blankets) but is suddenly sinfully comfy and perfectly sized for two, and there’s actual clothes hanging in an actual wardrobe he doesn’t recall having (it ruined the streamline minimalist design) and there’s confections in the cabinets and milk in the fridge and reusable shopping bags hanging neatly by the door from a little serpentine hook he doesn’t remember buying and always a pair of shoes tucked neatly underneath (but he doesn’t personally wear shoes and certainly not those old brown things) and the plants are exuding a sickening aura of smugness and somehow, he’s not actually terribly shocked when one morningish (clearly we’re not opening the shop at 9:30 today), Aziraphale gathers his ugly old shoes and his ancient coat and his Angelic Themed Shopping Bag and putters up to beam at Crowley and kiss him ever so gently on the very corner of his mouth and say, “I’ll be home by 5, darling, tea?” and putters right out the strangely cheerful (hadn’t he made it purposefully intimidating to stop visitors?) front door leaving a pink cheeked demon in his wake,fingertips touching that little spot by his lips.

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One really interesting thing about the church scene is just how Aziraphale reacts when Crowley shows up, especially when compared to the Bastille scene.

I mean, look at his face when he hears Crowley's voice in France.

He just lights up. Whether you believe he arranged his own arrest with this outcome in mind, or whether you think it was just a lucky coincidence that Crowley happened to be nearby, Aziraphale is clearly thrilled that he's there.

That is the face of an angel who's just learned that his immediate future no longer involves his own beheading.

And he doesn't even hint. We don't get any of the puppydog eyes he uses to get Crowley to make Hamlet popular or clean the paint off his coat. He's totally relaxed and at ease during their conversation, he agrees that he's lucky Crowley was in the area, and then Crowley frees him. He doesn't have to ask. By this point in their relationship, they've clearly reached the stage where the idea that Crowley might not be totally willing to save an angel from discorporation doesn't even occur to either of them.

And now compare it to Aziraphale's reaction when Crowley shows up to save him in the Blitz.

It's basically the same situation. Aziraphale has got himself into a situation where he's about to be murdered by humans (and for some reason can't just miracle the problem away) when Crowley shows up to save him.

Except this time, Aziraphale isn't thrilled. If anything, he sounds rather annoyed. "What are you doing here?" His first assumption is that Crowley must be working with the Nazis, for god's sake, even though he knows that that isn't Crowley's style, and was genuinely shocked a few centuries earlier when he thought that Crowley was admitting to being responsible for the French Revolution. (Crowley is right to be offended.)

But of course, it's easier for Aziraphale to believe that Crowley is somehow involved with the Nazis, because there has to be some reason why he's in that church. At this point, Aziraphale honestly finds it easier to believe that Crowley could be working with Nazis than that, after their big argument, Crowley could still be working to protect him.

After all, how familiar do we think Aziraphale is with the concept of forgiveness?

Given the Fall, given the Flood, given humanity's exile from the Garden.

Given the whole Heaven and Hell set up that he and Crowley's jobs revolve around, which really depends on the idea that humans cannot repent after death. Aziraphale might be able to redeem some of the humans on Earth, but once they've died, if Crowley's convinced them to commit whatever magical number of sins you have to commit to warrant eternal damnation, then that's it.

Given the fact that Aziraphale's own 6,000 years spent living on Earth might well be meant as a punishment for letting the serpent into Eden, because despite its reputation on Earth, Heaven really isn't as big on the whole 'love and forgiveness' thing as everyone seems to think.

Aziraphale lives in a universe where if you mess up, even if you didn't mean it, even if you regret it right after, then that's it. So why wouldn't he apply that to his friendship with Crowley?

Why would it occur to him that you could fall out with somebody and then make up afterwards with no hard feelings? That you could say things, hurtful things, that you didn't mean— because you were scared and because he wanted holy water and because it was too much and too fast— that you could fall out so badly that you don't speak to each other for nearly a century and that, after it all, they'd still walk across consecrated ground and bomb a church for you. And even save your books in the aftermath.

And Crowley, it's worth mentioning, doesn't even seem to realise this. Crowley is baffled and a little insulted that Aziraphale would even ask why he was there. Obviously he's keeping his angel out of trouble— isn't that basically his second job by this point? He's totally casual about offering Aziraphale a lift home, though I suspect that that might be a conscious decision to deliberately act like everything's back to normal, so as to signal to Aziraphale that everything is indeed back to normal. Crowley (and we get to see this trait more later on when it comes to the whole Alpha Centauri thing) forgives so easily that he doesn't even notice he's doing it.

And that, I think, is why this is such an important moment in their relationship.

It's not just the rescue of the books that makes Aziraphale realise the true depth of his feelings about Crowley. It's the fact that, in his own way, Aziraphale considers himself to be just as unforgiveable as Crowley, and Crowley forgave him regardless.