“You’re Probably Thinking, If He Can Do This, I Wonder What Else He Can Do? And Very Very Soon, You’re

Good Omens 2 was like reading a 100k fanfic in the middle of the night that you realize was left unfinished and last updated 5 years ago, and you are left alone with this earth-shattering cliffhanger

Whenever I get reminded of the ending of season 2 I want to put headphones on and listen to the best of queens at full blast

I am not ready for season 2, it’s going to be so awesome, but my heart can’t take aziraphale and Crowley having a fight or having something similar to some theories I saw about 1945 scene, no thank you, Neil it was supposed to be gentle and romantic what the fuck I am panik, oh my go- sata- SOMEBODY HELP , 5 HOURS until it releases. Skjs

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

"I can't get you out of my head"🐍✨

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

Silly

Made them for telegram stickers (based on pics I found on pinterest)

Hey fellow good omens s2 watcher, how we doing?

Because I am not feeling fucking good

@neil-gaiman what the fuck

i need you.

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