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graysonsthings · 2 months
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We all know there's a fat erasure problem with Good Omens art and photo edits. We've gotta stop being afraid to let them have skin folds, stretch marks and soft bellies but another thing we don't talk about is how important it is leaving them their wrinkles, their eye bags and their imperfections of age. It's part of their beauty but it also signifies something incredibly important, in my opinion.
Part of what makes Crowley and Aziraphale such unique and wonderful examples of representation, is that they're not perfect, model-like young adults. Middle aged queer characters are so important because queer elders as a whole are so rare. The world's respective governments significantly failed queer folks during the AIDS crisis in the 80s and as a result, older queer couples, especially mlm or masc presenting couples aren't particularly prevalent in media, and having that example is a strange little beacon of hope.
So please, let Crowley have his forehead wrinkles and let Aziraphale keep his eye bags. Not only are they lovely, notable parts of their appearance but they symbolize something larger than just that. Let these old, alt, soft, queer man-shaped beings be just that.
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graysonsthings · 3 months
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Crowley scares a dude with his demonic form and dude faints
Aziraphale: My coat though, can you 😏fix it😏
Crowley talks about demons being outside the bookshop and everyone being in danger
Aziraphale: ☺️Want to dance?😏
Guillotine, people dying
Aziraphale: ☺️Crowley!😙 😏Good Lord😏
Bombed church, holy ground
Aziraphale: ☺️I☺️love☺️him☺️
Driving through fire
Aziraphale: ☺️So😏Anyyything I can do for you?😉😚
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graysonsthings · 4 months
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THIS WAS A FEW MONTHS AGO, EXCUSE THE BAD ANATOMYYYY
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graysonsthings · 4 months
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SILLYYYYY BILLYYY HEHEHDHEHE
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Smitten, I believe ✨
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graysonsthings · 4 months
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IVE BEEN PICKED FOR THE INEFFABLE FRAMES WEEEHHEHEHE
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graysonsthings · 4 months
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Anyway... yeah, they aren’t talking, they might ignore each other, treat each other coldly, be angry and bitter and ridiculously stubborn, BUT the fact remains that the kiss happened. It doesn't matter that the circumstances were the worst possible, it happened.
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And that changed the dynamic of six thousand years of hiding. They might try to ignore the elephant in the room and try to start pretending again, but it’s simply not possible. They both know it. Crowley declared himself, they kissed. Aziraphale placed both hands on Crowley's back, allowing himself to reciprocate the kiss for a moment. They know the taste of each other and there’s no turning back from that. And you can bet they do nothing but think about it.
They may not talk, but I believe that they’re longing for each other even more they never have before.
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graysonsthings · 5 months
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How is this the same show that made me go into a depressive episode? Furthermore, how do I explain this scene to someone who isn’t a good omens fan?
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graysonsthings · 5 months
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HOLY SHIT
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graysonsthings · 5 months
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Canon
Aziraphale: sometimes I do dumb things.
Crowley: I'm dumb, do me.
Aziraphale: ...
Crowley: ...
Crowley: I said that out loud, didn't I.
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graysonsthings · 5 months
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I’ve been there and it is honestly so beautiful
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Can we just admire, for a moment, how absolutely gorgeous this shot from Good Omens season 1 is?
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That's all. That's the post. ❤️
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graysonsthings · 5 months
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of course that character lives in my brain rent free do i look like a fucking landlord to you?
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graysonsthings · 5 months
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Neil Gaiman and Rob Wilkins at the British Library event The Worlds of Terry Pratchett: Neil Gaiman and Rob Wilkins 21.11.2023
Neil about Good Omens Season 3: I need to clarify something, because the word has gone out that it's been greenlit. And what has actually been greenlit at this point is me writing the scripts. I have been commissioned to write the scripts. We are still waiting on tenterhooky tenterhooks for... I've been told we are only a couple of virtual clicks away, but those clicks have not yet been clicked. So when they are, the world will know.
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graysonsthings · 5 months
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Why do they kind of sound similar?
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graysonsthings · 5 months
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@neil-gaiman talking about Good omens and Michael Sheen at the British library ♥️ About Aziraphale : "Michael having just become this cuddly cinnamon roll creature of pure love and joy, and knowing that everybody was just gonna want to cuddle him for 6 episodes until I let him break their hearts."
Full recording here :
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graysonsthings · 5 months
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I love my friends art so much 💕
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GAY PEOPLE
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graysonsthings · 6 months
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Awww hehehe xx
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I had the best time drawing this! Thank you so much @sabotage-on-mercury for the suggestion.
I want to draw more of this but I again need sleep. Maybe I will revisit it one day
Good Omentober drawing challenge Day 24
Following these prompts (sometimes) My other drawings in this challenge
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graysonsthings · 6 months
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“Crow?”
“Dove?”
“I’m not hurting you, am I?”
Aziraphale twisted his fingers around Crowley’s ginger curls, tightening each strand into a thick braid along the side of Crowley’s head. He was trying to be as gentle as possible, while also effectively weaving Crowley’s hair in such a complicated fashion. He stuck in another hair pin, to hold some stubborn strands in place.
“Not at all, Angel”.
“Mm…good”. Aziraphale placed a gentle kiss on his partner's pale neck. Crowley shivered. They had finally moved to the down south’s cottage that Aziraphale owns and so far the first six months had been some of the happiest days of both of their lives.
“I’m so glad that you decided to let your hair grow out again. I’m a sucker for curls, darling”. Crowley chuckled.
“It’s just for the summer. Don’t get too used to it. Oi!”
Aziraphale tugged playfully on a red curl. He smirked. Crowley chuckled. He moved his head to make the hairdressing easier for his angel. Aziraphale took out some hair spray, gently applying it to the locks that were not as compliant.
The angel placed a soft kiss on Crowley's forehead. Crowley blushed, his cheeks growing hot, burning with longing.
“What was that for?” He mumbled, his voice a little more high pitched than usual.
“For being patient”. Aziraphale removed the hair tie that had been around his wrist, entangling it into the ends of Crowley’s ginger mop. The braid was complete. Aziraphale got up from the stool he’d been sitting on, and admired his work from afar. Crowley looked beautiful. A lot more exotic and feminine. Softer than usual. Gorgeous.
Crowley’s hand snaked around to the back of his head, feeling the work that Aziraphale had done on his hair. He smiled, his fingers looping around some of the loose strands of ginger hair.
Crowley stood up from his position on the floor and made his way over to the hanging mirror on the wall. He examined the beautiful result of what the angels' hands had done. He ran his fingers along the shape of the thick braid again.
“That’s really something, Dove”.
“Don’t be silly….it was nothing”.
“But it’s clever and beautiful”.
“Just like you”. Crowley turned and looked at the angel he loved, a wave of fondness and affection piercing his heart.
“Shut up” he said, trying to hide the deep pink his cheeks had turned. He liked the praise and he knew that Aziraphale knew he liked the praise. But he would never admit it out loud.
Crowley’s continued to look at his hair in the mirror. He was fascinated by the pretty shape of each tress. Aziraphale moved over to his demon, peering over his shoulder.
“Looks lovely” Aziraphale said softly. “Reminds me of when you had your hair long and curly during the flood. Remember? All those thousands of years ago”.
Crowley grunted in response.
“I like it a lot, angel”.
“Pleased to hear it”.
“I might keep this hair a tiny bit longer,” Crowley forced out.
Aziraphale’s eyes widened. He grinned, joy shining along his rosy cheeks. He wrapped his arms around Crowley’s waist, hugging him close from behind, the two of them joined in embrace in front of the mirror. Aziraphale nuzzled his nose into the crook of Crowley’s neck. The demon trembled at the mellow touches, his sensitive skin itching to be touched some more.
“Keep it…just for a little while longer. It’s pretty” Aziraphale said, his voice hushed, sounding like a sing-song. Crowley sighed, a sigh of control and relaxation.
“Yeah alright. For you, angel”.
“Perfect”
“Marvellous”
“Mhm”.
Crowley turned his body around, to face Aziraphale. He leaned in and placed a very light kiss against the angel's lips. Aziraphale still felt giddy, even though they must’ve kissed about a hundred times now. The angel placed his head on Crowley’s shoulder, letting any past worries of losing him melt away, into a puddle of forgotten sorrow, embracing the new life they had finally carved out for themselves.
Aziraphale gently gave Crowley’s shoulders a squeeze of reassurance, moving back over to where he had set up the hair appliances. He lifted the little wooden box that he owned off the wall. Inside, it was full of beautiful collected trinkets, Aziraphale had found over the years on earth. The angel removed two small, ornamental flowers from the box and brought them back over towards where Crowley stood in the mirror. Aziraphale ran his fingers along Crowley’s thick braid and stuck the silver flower ornaments deep inside the web of Crowley’s red ringlets. They looked like little hair clips. Crowley used his fingers to trace the shape of the flowers in his hair. He grinned.
“That’s cute,” He said.
“Makes you look very expensive,” Aziraphale said.
“Makes me look pretty”.
Aziraphale blushed. He moved Crowley’s braid over his right shoulder, the mop slaughtering vaguely downward, across Crowley’s chest.
“Yes but you always look pretty, Crow” Aziraphale complimented. He placed another very light kiss to Crowley’s neck, breathing in the demon’s rustic scent.
“Likewise, Dove,” Crowley whispered.
“Would you like a hot chocolate?”
“Yeah alright”.
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I had the best time drawing this! Thank you so much @sabotage-on-mercury for the suggestion.
I want to draw more of this but I again need sleep. Maybe I will revisit it one day
Good Omentober drawing challenge Day 24
Following these prompts (sometimes) My other drawings in this challenge
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