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I will never get over this

And this

And this

And this

And this

And… I mean I am surprised they didn’t have Aziraphale dancing in the streets to “I am in love with Crowley”. Probably having cars crashing around him as he got in the way. Which he didn’t notice. Because he’s in love.

I am mostly feminine presenting IRL but something about long-haired!Crowley and the dark, turtle-neck vest combo gives me gender envy. Like if I had the curly long red hair from the flood and the outfit from present day, I could curb stomp everyone in my path for being so hot.

Also I really miss long-haired!Crowley.

Of course Aziraphale would have stars on his cape for the magic show. Because stars remind him of Crowley, and Crowley always has his back.

It's OVER!

Aziraphale: We’re not friends. I don’t even like you. It’s over.

Crowley: Fine. I’m leaving. Goodbye forever!

(literally the next day)

Crowley: I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it! I miss you so much! Come with me, let’s run away together!

Aziraphale: I forgive you! But I can’t come with you.

Crowley: Fine, I’m leaving and I’m never even going to THINK about you again!

(literally that same afternoon)

Crowley: He’s not answering his phone. He needs me! Wait - fire - he’s dead! I can’t smell him! Dead forever and ever! There’s no point in going on. I’m going to drink whiskey until the world ends and I DIE.

Aziraphale: You alright there mate?

Crowley: ;_; m y l o v e ;_; where are you i will come to you no matter where you are i would destroy galaxies to protect you

Aziraphale: I need a body. Too bad I can’t use yours.

Crowley: NGK

Aziraphale: Just get to Tadfield air base.

Crowley: I would and will drive through a literal wall of fire to be with you. Anything is possible when we’re together.

(literally like an hour later)

Crowley: That’s it, it’s over, end of the world, we’re all going to die, goodbye reality, goodbye everything, this is the END of ALL THINGS it is LITERALLY SATAN here to kill us

Aziraphale: Fix it or I’ll never talk to you again.

Crowley: * M * I * R * A * C * L * E *

“Bitch, we were role playing damsel in distress and the rescuer perfectly in Bastille already. I did not dress up like the prettiest princess for him for you to now suggest that I am not his type. You know nothing.”

It would be the perfect image to promote tourism in Wales

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