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Aziraphale Daily appreciation post ✨✨
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Aziraphale Daily appreciation post ✨✨
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I can't comment.
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If it had been Crowley to have a conversation with Beelzebub, a conversation we don't see on screen except the few snippets related by Crowley and if Crowley told Aziraphale he had the chance to go back and rule hell and make it a good place rid of torture and evil, how many of you would believe there wasn't anything more to the conversation between Crowley and Beelzebub that Crowley is not telling Aziraphale about? How many of you would believe Crowley was eager to go back to hell? How many of you would think Crowley naive enough to believe he could make a difference in hell? How many of you would think Crowley doesn't love Aziraphale enough, or is hungry for power or is completely oblivious?
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He saw something more beautiful than the nebulas that day 🌟
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Daily Aziraphale appreciation post
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It's not fair
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MAMA SHEEN DID IT AGAIN. PLS IRENE WE CAN BE FRIENDS 😂❤️
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These two ❤️
#michael sheen#david tennant#good omens#staged#welsh seduction machine#scottish puppy#i love them more than my family#saddle up sheenie
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9 months fandom, NINE MONTHS
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2 April 2023 - Crowley
Soon, he would have to go back to work. Crowley had no idea how he was going to start seeing people again. Over the past few months, he had become a shadow of himself. He had gone out the bare minimum, eaten the bare minimum, and drunk far more than the bare minimum.
He had gone from sorrow to anger and then back to sorrow.
Because Crowley had loved with all of himself, and it had not been enough.
Because those like him were never enough.
(Damn you, Crowley. Falling in love like that, at forty years old. You idiot)
12 March 2022 - Crowley
It was probably going to rain, but it wasn't that important. He knew where he had to go and the path better than anyone else.
The man on the path had hair that looked as soft as a dandelion, which sprouted just about everywhere in the mountains at that time of year. He had greeted him, as he always did on the trail, and the stranger seemed a little lost, as if he did not know exactly what to do. Crowley had gone on for a few minutes, thinking about whether he should stop and go back and offer him some help, just in case he needed it. Then he'd heard himself being called, and his life had momentarily found itself in one of those situations you only see in romantic comedies, like that damn movie with Gwyneth Paltrow, the one where the subway doors close and the whole course of things changes for that reason. Because she hadn't been able to get on the fucking subway.
Although he might have imagined it, he could not know at that moment.
The man's eyes were the purest and most transparent he had ever seen. The smile he gave him was the most open and radiant that could exist. He looked like an almost otherworldly being.
Crowley could not have known it, but the doors of his stupid imaginary train had closed in front of him because he had stopped on the lodge path to talk to a person he did not yet know.
And so, from that moment on, everything would be different.
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Well, I crossed the line I suppose
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