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That knowledge also gives me life, anon!
I’m just scared that since they hinted the whole “humans vs heaven and hell” thing in the tv show, they’re going to turn what’s been my favourite book since I was 13 into a dead horse they can beat, instead of giving them the soft ending they deserve.
couldn’t sleep. rewatching episode three, and a thought. How many times do you think Aziraphale checked that the water wasn’t on the outside of the thermos? How many thermoses do you think he checked? How many times did he fill it with water and shake it back and forth to make sure Crowley would be safe? Because I’m having feelings about it.
crowley: let’s have lunch, i still owe you one from…
aziraphale: paris. 1793.
crowley: yes! the reign of terror. was that one of ours or one of yours?
aziraphale, who went to france just for the food: goodness i don’t know, it was so long ago
crowley: okay but what did we eat
aziraphale, instantly: CrêPE S
Crowley: [in the garden of eden] oh no I’m in love
Aziraphale:
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Aziraphale: [during ww2] oh no I’m in love
beach vacation … crowley’s spent the first hour out in knee deep water, trying to catch a fish with his bare hands. and aziraphale, despite his very outdated bathing suit, has made no effort to approach the water. content with a book in the shade.
cue crowley eventually stalking towards aziraphale with a bucket of water and the angel just knows, can sense he’s up to no good. instantly sets aside his book, “crowley? crowley, no!” like he’s scolding a dog. “c'mere, angel,” “crowley, stay back–” “just gimme a kiss, that’s all i want, is some sugar! why’re you shouting at me on our honeymoon?” “because, you’re up to no good!” “aww, come on, that’s why you married me!”
he looks positively devilish! grin all wide. keeps his distance, though, throwing an arm up in what would look like defeat if one didn’t know any better. “it’s just a bit of water,” “a bit of water? are you listening to yourself? i’m trying to have a relaxing day at the beach!” “at the beach, he says. who goes to the beach to sit in the sand the whole time? come play,”
durch-hali
Aziraphale: I’m not gonna talk crowley!
Crowley, sharpening a knife: We got a way of making people talk. *cuts slice of cake*
Aziraphale: Can I have some?
Crowley: Cake is for talkers.

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