“Oh dear,” muttered Aziraphale, not swearing with the practiced ease of one who has spent six thousand years not swearing, and who wasn’t going to start now.
Can I just say, I love the idea of Aziraphale and Crowley being in a queerplatonic relationship.
crowley’s face after he miracles away the paint on aziraphale’s coat is really what gets me in that scene, because it’s the one time we get the reaction-to-the-reaction to the act of kindness, and you realize that they both know how this plays out every single time, with aziraphale getting both pleased and flustered and not knowing if he should say thank you to a demon and then scurrying away, and then crowley slowly spins to face the camera and his whole being is just screaming this complete resignation like Yes. I Know. It’s Been 6000 Years And We’re Still Living Like This
Good Omens is very good
Me, at the beginning of episode 1 of Good Omens:
Oh, this is a delightful show about a friendship between opposites. I’m sure someone will write fic/draw art about it soon.
Me, halfway episode 3:
OH SO THIS IS A SLOW BURN FORBIDDEN LOVE STORY
The fic has BEEN. WRITTEN
Lemme log on to tumblr and see if there’s anythi- oh y'all have already drawn them making out while having a picnic, very good carry on
This whole ‘Aziraphale only realising he loves Crowley during the blitz’ thing, like he hasn’t spent the last several millennia swooning over him while also insisting to anyone who listens that he doesn’t even know him like a priss who spent the summer slumming.







