Well, according to Neil Gaiman...
And I'll just drop this here...
You know, just in case the Good Omens fandom hadn't cried enough today.
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So we're all coming back here...
Aziraphale’s little look of pity when Muriel is struggling to act like a human has me cAckling
Bonus: Ineffable Husbands tricking Muriel into admitting it’s their first time visiting Earth (those old married fools)
This, this is call LOVE.
My favorite part about Good Omens is that at any given moment Michael Sheen looks ready to climb David Tennant like a tree
✨ Hey look! An expression study that didn’t go too crazy!!! Here we have a very W T F Crowley! I’m trying to work on some more extreme expressions so that my comics will be better. This was done on one layer with one brush. Enjoy!
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✨ “GAAAASSPPPPUH!! G A B R I E L!!!!”
Black Hole // Starry Night
Sitting here watching s2xe5 and it’s the scene where Crowley is asking Aziraphale why his French is so bad and he says “I went to Monsieur Rossignol’s night classes in 1760”.
I decided to Google if this was a real person since the name wasn’t familiar to me, and instead I had my giant gay heart stomped on by Neil Gaiman once again.
The French word for nightingale: Rossignol
It’s the language of romance and Aziraphale took night classes with a Mr. Nightingale. I CAN’T BREATHE.
Watching good omens as someone both religious and with religious trauma is Insane because I can see myself in both of them. Right now, I'm a bit more leaning towards Crowley, but there was a time I was as wholly blindly faithful as aziraphale was, and still see myself in him, and you really don't know any better. You end up saying things or hurting people because you were taught that some things are good and some things are bad and that's just the way it is. There is a certain terror that comes with leaving, so instead of leaving you try to follow the best you can, and maybe, if you try hard enough, you can fix it. The system is broken and you can fix it and the system works as it is and you have to leave are conflicting concepts that take so long to dismantle in your brain. I'm more cynical now, and I look at things more objectively, but there was a time I would hate certain groups of people just because my church told me that it was right. And isn't that fucked up? Why does being right hurt so much?