On An Other Note, For Everyone Being Very Hurt After S2, I’ll Say Something I Usually Say To Myself

neil gaiman giggling on his bed kicking his feet up in the air writing "wait and see" in the good omens 2 script in his glitter pink gel pen dotting the 'i' with a heart

good omens 2 is genuinely so funny. it's like a good omens/crossover fandom fic got turned into a whole 6 hours of television. crowley and aziraphale kissed and then immediately broke up. the main plot of the show revolves around trying to get two lesbians together jane austen style. half the runtime is dedicated to random historical flashbacks of crowley and aziraphale homosexually interacting. they got rid of every single one of the straight couples. it's canon compliant to the bible

A silly little Dance

“May I say, that my chapeau looks rather … daft on you? You could at least put it on how it belongs!” Aziraphale teased him while he eyed the top of Crowley’s head.

“Pfft, don’t wanna ruin my hair. You know how much pomade it takes to get it slick like this?”

A crooked smile curled up his demonic lips as he let go of Aziraphale’s hand to adjust the hat on the angel’s head that had started to tilt dangerously, as if the stubborn curls wanted to get back into their preferred shape. As he finished adjusting the hat, his hand trailed off without his intervention – and well, somehow, he managed to cup the angel’s face with his palm. In shock he froze. Why did he do that for? He didn’t mean to do so. Alcohol. Must been the alcohol! The alcohol that left his corporation now in panic, back to the bottles where it couldn’t interfere with his actions anymore. Oh shit.

Their gazes interlocked and suddenly the whole seriousness of their dance seemed to shift. And to his biggest confusion – Aziraphale stared at him for a long moment, but then he smiled. But not his normal, polite smile or the smirk from earlier this evening. No. It was the kind of smile that made his eyes twinkle like little stars. The light of the candles that reflected in his gaze didn’t make it better. Oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.

His now sober mind didn’t help either. The really slow, very much too romantic track playing didn’t either.

He was fucked. And he was smitten. A lot. By this silly angel with his silly curls and this silly hat and this silly smile and these silly feelings that he created by just existing in Crowley’s presence.

“A-Angel, I-“ he started to apologize, but his voice betrayed him by dying off nonchalantly, as he felt the angel lean softly into the touch and wrapping his hand tenderly around the demon’s wrist. Crowley blinked nervously and a sudden longing filled his being. Something he suppressed for so long he just forgot it was there.

He swallowed nervously and felt the heat rushing into his cheeks as he leaned forward a tiny bit, to test his luck – to see if what he was hoping to happen would correspond with reality. Aziraphale didn’t pull back. He didn’t even flinch. Nothing of that usual nervousness and anxiety whenever the demon came too close. His eyes only gleamed brighter. “May … may I … ngkh … may I kiss you?”

Read further on my AO3 :3

Thanks @hopelesslysleepy for inspiring this drawing and this little fic <3

AZIRACROW KISS JUMPSCARE >:D

Is anyone doing like me and is currently watching one episode of GO s1 everyday until s2 comes out? (Since there is 7 days left, 6 episodes, have one day to recover from s1 and then get right into s2)

yet another sketch dump LOL

chappell roan of arc 🗡️✨❤️‍🔥

[ID: A digital painting of Chappel Roan dressed in knight's armor and posed like Joan of Arc, a sword in one hand and a lesbian flag in the other. She's lit by pink and backed by flames, and fire and pink stars wreath her. End ID]

Nervous Reunion

Bonus:

catch me monching on @chernozemm's cottage wives like an everlasting gobstopper

"I can't get you out of my head"🐍✨