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I desperately want to go to there

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"what are you a cop" is bookaziraphale's entire mindset btw. "is it very angelic to hoard books and be mean to customers" what are you a cop? "should you really be married to your adversary" what are you a cop? "should your husband be parking his car there" ah you ARE a cop. explodes your ticket notebook with his mind. like in his mind if the lord herself doesn't come down to tell him off he's doing just fine. because he's doing it. and if she DOES come down (where is the flaming sword I gave to thee) well then. what is she a cop

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That little gasp of an aborted sentence just after the kiss… Aziraphale starts to say “I love you”, stops, and turns it into “I forgive you.” You can pry that theory from my cold dead hands.

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the formula of love

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hello "Crowley was Raphael" fans.did you know that the name Aziraphale means "Raphael's helper." Yeah pretty cool right.anyway I'm gonna cry for a little bit now

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Loki season 2 trailer, now is NOT the time!

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the ending is SOOO difficult to bear because there is no fix-it. there is no other solution. aziraphale has to learn this lesson, otherwise any future relationship with crowley would be built on teetering foundations

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BENOIT BLANC in GLASS ONION: A KNIVES OUT MYSTERY (2022)

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Good Omens: a gentle reminder

Your headcanon is your headcanon. The characters in your mind are what they are, and nobody is trying to take them away from you. Think of the Good Omens TV series as a stage play: for six full hours, actors are going to be portraying the roles of Crowley and Aziraphale, Shadwell and Madame Tracy, Newt and Anathema, Adam, Pepper, Wensleydale and Brian and the rest. Will they look like the people in your head? The ones you’ve been drawing and writing about and imagining for (in some cases) almost 30 years?

Probably not. Which is fine.

The people in your head and your drawings are still there, and still real and still true. I’ve seen drawings of hundreds of different Aziraphales over the years, all with different faces and body-shapes, different hair and skin, and would never have thought to tell anyone who drew or loved them that that wasn’t what Aziraphale looked like. (And a couple of years after we wrote it, I was amused to realise that the Aziraphale in my head looked nothing like the  Aziraphale in Terry’s head.) I’ve loved every instance of Good Omens Cosplay I’ve seen, and in no case did I ever think anyone was doing it wrong: they were all Aziraphales and Crowleys, and it was always a delight.

Good Omens has been unillustrated for 27 years, which means that each of you gets to make up your own look for the characters, your own backstories, your own ideas about how they will behave.

The TV version is being made with love and with faithfulness to the story. It’s got material and characters in it that Terry and I had discussed over the years, (some of it from what we would have done it there had been a sequel). Writing it has taken up the greater part of my last three years. You might like it – I really hope you will – but you don’t have to. You can start watching it, decide that you prefer the thing in your head, and stop watching it. (I never saw the last Lord of the Rings movie, because I liked the thing in my head too much.)

Remember we are making this with love.

And that your own personal headCrowleys and headAziraphales and headFourHorsemen and headThem and headHastur and headLigur and headSisterMary and all the rest are yours, and safe, and nobody is ever going to take them away from you.

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The first time Aziraphale sees Crowley's wings — his true wings — isn't until the 1600s.

They're having a good-natured argument about whether they should intervene in this little fire that seems to be getting rather out of control in London when Crowley gets distracted and drops the illusion he's been holding up all these years.

Aziraphale sucks in a breath. Crowley's wings are ragged, worn almost bald in spots, heavily matted in others. The black feathers are clumped into coarse knots and dry, itchy-looking masses. Aziraphale knows the irritation and discomfort of a single misaligned wing tip; he can hardly imagine how infuriating it must be for Crowley to live with this shredded mess of cracked feathers and scarred, shiny skin.

Angel or demon, it's simple to hide your form. You can appear as a human or an animal as easy as breathing, and Crowley has always taken care that his wings appear to be healthy and normal. He is not, after all, without vanity. But that glamor doesn't change what is underneath. And what is beneath the illusion is ugly and painful.

"Crowley!" Aziraphale chides, fussiness hiding genuine upset. "The state of your wings. Honestly, it's a wonder they haven't fallen off. Here, let me -"

Crowley actually flinches when Aziraphale reaches for his wings.

Angels are in essence pack creatures, is the thing. It's hard to groom a wing that's eight feet long and attached to your back, so they help each other out. Preening and grooming each other's feathers is as natural as shaking hands in heaven. Even Gabriel and Michael, as frustrating as they may be, wouldn't think of leaving a meeting with Aziraphale without checking his flight feathers and aligning them neatly.

But Crowley was an angel once too, and he's been on his own for a very long time.

"Let me, please," Aziraphale says again, softly, and Crowley narrows his yellow eyes, scowls, and turns his back, spreading out the mess of his wings. Aziraphale reaches out with great care, taking his time, adjusting and reordering all the feathers that can be saved, removing those which can't be as gently as he can. As he works, he chatters about this exciting new invention the human have now, a microscope, for seeing tiny things, isn't that remarkable? What will they think of next?

After a few minutes Crowley's shoulders loosen, and his wings droop, and eventually they soften in Aziraphale's careful hands. Aziraphale touches them with the reverence due to something holy.

He makes a point of grooming Crowley's wings every time they meet, and he makes an effort to meet at least somewhat regularly. It's not, all things considered, a hardship.

With careful maintenance, it only takes a few years before Crowley's wings are back to their former luster and sheen. One night Crowley pops in for a jug of mead — he's being doing that more recently — and as Aziraphale picks through soft down and strong feathers he admires both his handiwork and the way Crowley has a bit more swagger about him, a bit less spikiness, a bit more of a glow.

"There." Aziraphale smooths down the last of Crowley's feathers, his wings dark and sleek as an oil slick, healthy and elegant as silk under his fingers. He smiles. "Now you're perfect."

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Fourth in a series I of comics about protesting safety tips I made with @this.is.ysabel . This one is about the dangers of police surveillance and how to avoid it if possible. Keep being safe when you go out. Don’t get snatched!

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Guys, I made a gif of *THAT* Alan and Ellie scene on the airfield for our looping, viewing pleasure. Dominion spoilers under read more obvs

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How it started vs how it’s going.

Ellie and Alan Edition

(I’m only accepting that ring as an engagement ring and no one can tell me any different)

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They took these two kisses out of the first movie

BUT GOD BLESS UNIVERSAL FOR THIS (DOMINION SPOILERS)

WE WON. SUCK IT JP3

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if you don’t like the doctor who episode where there’s a murder mystery and agatha christie is there and the end of the episode reveals that one of the characters is secretly another character’s son but also a giant alien wasp and in the middle the doctor gets poisoned and unsucessfully mimes how to unpoison himself to donna who misinterprets everything then sorry we can’t be friends

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If you’re an adult, do the stuff you couldn’t as a kid.

Like, me and my sister went to a museum, and they had an extra exhibit of butterflies. But it cost £3. So we sighed, walked past, then stopped. We each had £3. We could see the butterflies. And we did it was great. We followed it up with an ice-cream as well because Mum and Dad weren’t there to say no.

I was driving back from a work trip with 2 other people in their early 20s, and we drove past a MacDonalds. One of the others went “Aww man, I’d love a McFlurry.” And the guy driving pulled in to the drive through. It was wild. But it was great.

I went to a park over the weekend and I was thinking “Man, I’d love to hire one of those bikes and cycle round the park.” It took me a few minutes to go “Wait, I can hire one of those bikes!”

I guess what I’m saying is, those impulsive things you wanted to do as a kid - see the dinosaur exhibit, play in the fountains with the other kids, lie in the shade for 2 hours - you can do when you’re an adult. You have to deal with a whole lot of other bull, but at least you can indulge your inner 8 year-old.

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Amazing

I stan one (1) disaster demon — phone background size; click to enlarge