#not h/rny on main perse but absolutely down bad in a strange quasi-romantic mental and emotional way

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[images id: three screencaps of crowley from good omens, sitting in the bookshop trying to convince aziraphale to help him raise the antichrist. he has long hair and is without his glasses. in the first photo he is smiling genially, in the second and third he is staring at aziraphale expectantly with wide eyes, leaning forward. end id]

i gotta say aziraphale is so fucking strong for resisting crowley's appeals for help with the antichrist even for a little bit because if i had had THIS face leaning in close, looking at me in that appealing way, swaying slightly from side to side in a subconsciously hypnotic fashion, soft-looking hair perfectly framing his wide soul-probing eyes and serpentine smile? dude there would've been no argument from me about ANYTHING. this man-shaped creature could've complained languidly that he was chilly in that smooth calculating voice and i would've been like oh no that won't do at all ma'am let me pop down to seven-eleven and douse myself in gasoline so you can warm up by the flames of my burning corpse and while i'm there do you want anything? i'm so so fucking normal about men