[frenchshrimp]

[biteinsane]

@pomrania 

That’s kind of my favorite Crowley hairstyle so I drew it.

From this draw meme 

[morifinwiel]

“So, I’ve got a question,” Adam said slowly, in the way Aziraphale had come to quite nearly dread. It meant the boy had been thinking, which was a very good thing, of course; but it also meant the question was likely to be of the uncomfortably acute sort that adults of all kinds, human, angel, or demon as they might be, disliked having to answer. The sort that made one feel rather like, well, Adam, the first one, right after the bite of apple but before he’d found himself a convenient leaf.

Quite precisely, Aziraphale set his book aside and slipped his spectacles from his nose, folding in their temples and tucking them with care into the pocket of his jacket. In the cottage’s kitchen, he could hear Crowley bustling about, putting together the tea things; oh, they could always miracle up an afternoon tea, yes, but Aziraphale did think it was so much nicer to have the real thing. And wasn’t it lovely that Crowley agreed?

He smiled at the boy, who was, after all, not quite exactly human. (Oh, they’d handled the thing with his father, of course, but had anyone taken the mother’s heritage – or even her identity? – into account?) “Yes, Adam?” he prompted.

“Right. Only, you’re an angel, right?” said Adam, his mop of muddy-gold curls flopping over his ears in a way which made Aziraphale’s fingers itch for scissors.

“If that’s your question, young man…” Aziraphale said, trailing off in that slightly forbidding way common to schoolteachers of a certain ilk the world over.

“No. I mean, yes. Sort of?” Adam said. “Only, there’s these magazines, the ones Anathema reads? She lets me read them too, when she’s done with them, and there’s this one that’s all about angels….”

“Ah,” Aziraphale sighed. “You mustn’t believe everything you read just because it’s been written down, Adam,” he said, well aware of the irony. “People do write the most astonishing tosh at times.”

“The magazine said there were sorts of angel,” Adam continued, a bit stubbornly. “What sort are you?”

[roachleakage]

[heavyweightheart]

in addition to the fact that people just have different natural rhythms, a big reason why we can’t seem to go to bed as early as we “should” is that nighttime is, for many of us, our safest and most fulfilling time of day. we don’t have to work, we won’t be contacted by bosses or insurance companies or collections agencies or other suffocating life business… we’re likely only to be contacted by our friends, or by no one at all. night time is release; it’s ours. we can rest or recreate. we can do things we actually want to do. who would choose to cut that short?? just to usher in the next morning when our lives are not our own again? nighttime is precious and nothing could be more normal than the desire to embrace this

[iwilltrytobereasonable]

[majorkirastan]

tired: crowley’s wings turned black when he fell

wired: crowley intentionally chooses to manifest himself with black wings

inspired: crowley spends hours dyeing his wings black because he’s a dramatic bitch of a man

[moki-dokie]

[spacesocialist]

celestial observer & infernal times have the same page design so clearly they are owned by the same parent company and I can only conclude that it exists independently of either heaven or hell, reporting the news from a neutral standpoint for audiences of both angels and demons, and is where I will go when I die

[spacesocialist]

somewhere in the middle floors of heaven and hell are a scrappy team of dead reporters constantly fighting their bosses to put news about american politics in the celestial observer and arts/entertainment coverage in the infernal times and they are my new favorite characters

[spacesocialist]

[the-french-belphegor]

I’m making my way through PG Wodehouse’s stories and the 90s series and came upon the startling discovery that I like them a lot? Which shouldn’t have been a surprise, I mean, come on. But what did whack me over the head like someone making an omelette (and/or covering the theft of a painting) was realising that I really do love young Wooster a lot in an older sister/genial aunt kind of way. So here’s a few Berties! That’s what he looks like in my head, mostly, but I haven’t yet found a design I like for Jeeves. I’ll keep trying, though - you can’t have one without the other, natch :o)

[sofacrawler]

[linipikk]

Crowley keeps mementos of things/event/people that are important to him

[good-omens-fanart]

[izzymatic-art]

its getting hot again, so stay cool out there friends

[gingerteaonthetardis]

shakespeare: what, my dear lady disdain! are you yet living?

david tennant: wooooooooot! my deeeear laaaady disdaaaaaain. (big ole fuckin’ pause.) are you yet livin’?

[iwilltrytobereasonable]

Perk to growing up with a good relationship with Western religion:

Getting all the references in Good Omens fic including titles that are obscure quotes from Song of Solomon.