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#The third season of Good Omens looks really good

#david tennant #michael sheen

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#fanart #azicrow #good omens 2

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they literally gave david tennant a platform and he used it to ask the entire world if they’ve heard of welsh actor michael sheen

#david tennant #michael sheen

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Not now, honey. Mommy’s middle aged men are being weird about each other on the BAFTAs

#david tennant #michael sheen

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From the BAFTAs Staged-like skit with David and Michael :D <3 (here)

#david tennant #neil gaiman

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Michael “acting choices” Sheen serving as always lol

#good omens 2 #michael sheen #david tennant

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Aziraphale and Crowley deserve thousands of years of disgustingly sweet domesticity and not being afraid of being together with no restrictions.

That's it, that's the post

#good omens #azicrow

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show me Michael and David interact in any capacity -> instant happiness +++

#michael sheen #david tennant

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Yes, I'm not over good omens. Not over the ending. Not over the kiss. Nor will I ever be!

#good omens 2

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First Of Many III

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With the usual business of failing to collect rent and selecting the week’s offence to one certain demon’s musical taste taken care of, Aziraphale offered Maggie’s stricken figure a parting nod. 

Back at the bookshop in the upstairs bedroom, Crowley was sleeping off the strains of his unemployed existence. And since he was unlikely to be up without a substantial reason, Aziraphale wondered whether he could indulge in a perambulation through the streets of Soho before going home to invent one, when he heard Maggie call his name.

He promptly spun around. “Something the matter?”

“No, I just—I was meaning to ask, Mr Fell,” she said, a note of hesitation in her voice. “Are you and your partner busy this Sunday?”

Rendered equal parts nonplussed and intrigued by the query, Aziraphale sucked in a breath, eyebrows knitted. “What partner would that be, Maggie?”

His confusion didn’t seem to faze her. “The brooding dark one with mad driving skills, of course.”

“Oh, you must mean Crowley.” His hand falling from the doorknob, Aziraphale issued a stiff laugh. “He’s just a very dear friend,” he explained, omitting the complicated ins and outs of his relationship with the demon. Who, in an entirely unrelated case, now happened to be permanently residing in the bookshop, the evidence of which hadn’t gone unnoticed by the neighbourhood.

It was Maggie’s turn to look confused and, if Aziraphale was honest with himself, somewhat unconvinced when she said, “Right… I apologise then, Mr Fell, but are you and your friend free on Sunday? You see, Nina” – she motioned in the general direction of the coffee shop – “makes a big deal of celebrating Christmas. I was expecting a simple holiday dinner… but since we’ve already invited most of the community, I dare hope that you and Mr Crowley would be willing to attend as well?”

“It’s rather kind of you, but—” Aziraphale started, but she cut him off.

“Please Mr Fell, we’ve been neighbours for years, and we’d be happy to get to know you better.” Rushing out from behind the counter as if to persuade him by physical force should her arguments not suffice, Maggie folded her hands in front of her chest. “Please,” she said, eyes huge and pleading, “at least promise me to consider our invitation?”

Already buzzing to the tips of his toes with excitement he hadn’t felt since asking Crowley to move in, Aziraphale promised to do so with an affectation of nonchalance before proceeding towards the door. After all, he had one contrary demon to convince that attending a holiday celebration was not a complete waste of time. The moment he pulled it open, a sharp smell of coffee knocked into him, giving him an idea to swing by Nina’s place for a nice cup of espresso that might just be reason enough to get Crowley out of bed and soften his disposition in the process. 

Aziraphale smiled to himself.

He couldn’t wait for everyone to fall in love with his demon.

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also on ao3

#azicrow #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #maggie #crowley #good omens #good omens 2 #fanfiction

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the sluttiest thing a character can be is crowley in a turtleneck

#crowley #good omens 2

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I find it extremely funny that the entire Good Omens fandom is absolutely in love with Bildad the Shuhite for seemingly no reason. Can one of you please tell me why we love him so?

#crowley #good omens 2

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This is Aziraphale. He like his personal space.

This is Crowley. He also likes Aziraphale's personal space.

#good omens 2 #azicrow

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Metatron: Oh, no, I lost a Supreme Archangel because he fell in love with a Demon!!

Metatron: Who should replace him?!

Metatron: Ah, yes. Another Angel who’s also in love with a Demon. Perfect.

God: 🤨

Satan: 🤨

#good omens 2

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gently swaying to the nightingale sang in berkeley square

#good omens 2 #fanart #azicrow

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the complete raw footage of the every scene could possibly cheer me up

#azicrow #good omens 2

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Crowley really said "He's just an angel I know," to a human as though that was gonna seem less gay.

#good omens 2 #crowley