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I grew up in a culture where touching is normal. We hug. We touch each other while talking. Personal space? Not a big thing. I’m a clingy person myself. But I’ve always respected the needs of the people I love. It’s easy to overlook how important distance can be—the need not to be touched.

One of my dearest friends, a brother not by blood but by heart, has never wanted anyone to touch him. And I’ve always respected that. Then one day, he hugged me. Told me he loved me. It was the most precious gift he could’ve given me. This post made me think of that moment.

Aziraphale loves Crowley so much—he’s part of his very existence. Being touched by him isn’t just physical. It’s like being touched by a brother, a friend, a lover, a husband… For someone who doesn’t like to be touched, to accept it so freely from someone—it means deep, deep love. But even more than that, it means trust. Aziraphale feels safe. Crowley is his anchor in a stormy sea.

NO ONE has permission to touch Aziraphale except…..❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

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That’s the most ‘I’m in love with my best friend but don’t know how to say it’ energy I’ve ever seen.

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Crowley hasn’t spoken in twenty minutes. Aziraphale is very impressed with how intently he’s listening!

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Nina: a humble coffee shop owner: sees an angel and a demon orbiting each other like a rom-com written by Shakespeare.

“So... how long have you two been together?”

Crowley: short circuits...

Nina: Mr six espresso, you need therapy. And a honeymoon.

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My mum, well into her 70s, has unexpectedly fallen head over heels for sci-fi—turns out, she's a Whovian now. After crocheting Aziraphale and Crowley (because obviously), she’s just granted another one of my geeky wishes: a crocheted Weeping Angel. Yep, don’t blink, she made it from scratch, designed it herself, studied how to do it. Because being born in the mid-20th century doesn’t mean you can’t adore the Doctor. 🛸🧶💙

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This

Can someone please explain to me why two queer, probably (surely) neurodivergent middle aged men ("middle aged" meaning 6000-year-old inmortal creatures), one dressed as a flamboyant grandpa from the past century and the other one looking like if he had just come from a gothic pride club with a clear hyperfixation on snakes, are the MOST BEAUTIFUL AND WHOLESOME couple I've ever seen on TV??

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Six thousand years of human history. Wars, plagues. Aziraphale has watched empires fall and innocents suffer. And being an angel—a good one—he’s felt every bit of that pain. Quietly. Deeply. The way only someone who cares too much can feel it. But nothing—not all the sorrow of humanity, not even the weight of Heaven’s silence—hurt him like losing Crowley did. That final moment… when he thought he was doing the right thing. When he tried to hold on to both duty and love, and ended up with empty hands. That was the true breaking point. Because for the first time in thousands of years, he wasn’t watching someone else’s tragedy. It was his.

And angels aren’t supposed to fall in love.

But they’re definitely not built to lose it.

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Yeah, it’s true — sadly this world tries to make us all the same, uniform, standard. But each of us is different, and we have the right to be exactly who we are. Doesn’t mean it’s easy, but like Good Omens reminds us: 'You’re not alone.' I really hope you find a way to channel all that love, and that you meet people who cherish your weirdness and see all the beautiful shades that make you you."

@soleilpirate ❤️

Good Omens says:

You’re allowed to love gently.

You’re allowed to be strange.

You’re allowed to exist exactly as you are.

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Not nice at all! ❤️

he says he’s not nice

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🔥

the apple sketch

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Aziraphale: smiles softly

Crowley: has an internal crisis in 3 acts

Fandom: he’s literally melting. HELP HIM. OR KISS HIM. OR BOTH.

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Aziraphale’s indignation: 60% moral high ground, 40% flustered affection, 100% Crowley’s kink.

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Good Omens says:

You’re allowed to love gently.

You’re allowed to be strange.

You’re allowed to exist exactly as you are.

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Michael Sheen and David Tennant don’t even need to speak. David raises an eyebrow, Michael grins, and somehow we’ve written 10,000 fics by lunch...

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Totally agree

Good Omens is the perfect show. Unapologetically queer, questioning religion, hierarchies, rules, established orders. Features two characters who don't have much and it's always at risk of being taken away but who fight; for their own peace and for one another, always. Despite them being ageless and theoretically immortal, they deal with fear and anxiety and pain and loss and grief. And all that because they allow themselves to. Because they think humanity, the things we have; love as we have it, is worth it.

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O' What may man within him hide, though angel on the outward side!

William Shakespeare (Measure for Measure)

Yeah, I know Shakespeare meant something else, and sure, Aziraphale’s not technically a man, but this quote? Kinda perfect for all the thousand hidden layers under those blond curls and that angelic little face...

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Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth it has always been a sign that you are alive.

- C. Bronte, Jane Eyre

One of the most beautiful things about Good Omens is how the characters’ emotions are never shown in a negative light. You can laugh, you can cry, you can shout, you can stay silent… and none of it is ever wrong. Every feeling, every emotion is valid.

What a powerful lesson for everyday life.

Just this morning I was thinking about my dad. He was never ashamed to cry. A big, broad-shouldered man, raised in a very “macho” environment, where he always had to prove he was “strong” and “a real man”… and yet he’d get emotional over newborn ducklings, his daughter graduating (that’s one of the last memories I have of him before he passed away), a kitten rescued from the street. And not once — not once — did he hold back his tears. I loved him even more in those moments.

So yeah… this was supposed to be a post about Good Omens, and now it's turned into a stream of consciousness and here I am, crying…

And people wonder why this show means so much to some of us.