I thought I had absorbed all the pain but.... but...
How HOW did you make it worse???
Aziraphale is in. Aziraphale has been in the whole time since the airbase. Aziraphale calls Crowley when something's wrong, when something's good and when he's bored. Aziraphale thinks of their car and their bookshop. All Aziraphale wants to be saved from now is Mr Brown of Brown's world of carpet. Aziraphale wants as normal a life as can be for an angel and a demon on earth. Aziraphale is in, he's so ready to enjoy the rest of his existence with the demon he loves. If only.
”There are only two reasons you leave someone you’re still in love with - either it’s the right thing to do, or it’s the only thing to do.”
-Tiffany Riesz
"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up."
Oh, wait, also Neil Gaiman 👇
"When we hold each other, in the darkness, it doesn't make the darkness go away. The bad things are still out there. The nightmares still walking. When we hold each other we feel not safe, but better. "It's all right" we whisper, "I'm here, I love you." and we lie: "I'll never leave you." For just a moment or two the darkness doesn't seem so bad."
And let's not forget (I'm sorry), also Neil Gaiman 👇
@ineffablerainstorm excuse me??? Sad Crowley playing love of my life on the piano???
I have a headcanon that Crowley can play the piano. I mean. Look at his hands. They're made for the piano.
This stunning creature is a pianist, though he'd never admit it. But I'm telling you. You can't have hands like that and not be. You just can't.
(Fun fact as an aside, according to a very brief perusal of the internet, David Tennant does - or did in 2013 - actually play to some extent. I'm serious. Piano hands are a real thing.)
OMG @crowleys-curl this is so awesome, thank you so much! ❤️🥰
We're 7/10 chapters in and the next chapter sees Michael and David opening up Aziraphale's diaries.
Is it weird? Very! Crack treated seriously. A Staged / Good Omens crossover (Michael and David are written as their Staged characters).
Super excited that the next chapter of one of my favourite WIPs, "Worlds Apart" by the brilliant @somewhere-in-wales, dropped today!!
If you haven't already gotten onboard this one, I highly recommend it! It's a continuation of the hilarious "When Worlds Collide", pursuing the question of what would happen if Aziraphale and Crowley somehow swapped universes with Michael Sheen and David Tennant. Obviously, mayhem ensues.
I love this fic so much! And now it has a bonus chapter that is completely hilarious! Seriously, this fic has it all - perfect characterisation and full of plot twists that get thrown at you at incredible pace. The first half will hurt as much as "I forgive you" but it's okay, you don't need to wait years for the resolution. It will make you laugh out loud, it might make you cry, it will definitely make you sweat (for more reasons than one). I can't explain how much I love this fic and this writer. ❤️
What if Aziraphale and Crowley went to couples therapy?
Dr Lilith Caraway had had a lot of difficult patients in her career. The couple sitting on her couch now, however, was on a whole different level. They were in their fifties probably and couldn’t look more different. The one who had introduced himself first, Aziraphale (she would have to check her spelling on that later), looked like he would feel at home in a Jane Austen novel, spent 95% of his time at a library and helped old ladies cross the street for fun. The other one, Crowley, whose lounging posture only just qualified as sitting, had probably never heard of Jane Austen, might well be the lead singer of a metal band with ridiculously sad lyrics and seemed like the type to glue coins to the pavement as a prank.
“Has either of you had any experience with therapy before today?”
“Oh no,” the polite one said, sounding entirely too excited for the occasion. “This is our first time.”
The other one grunted.
Dr Caraway sighed internally. This was going to be one of those sessions. Well, time to annoy Mr sunglasses-inside until he found his words.
“Mr Crowley – may I call you Anthony?”
“No.”
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This is a little bonus chapter to my long post s2 fic (Rating E). And the main reason I wrote this is because the incredible @somewhere-in-wales has drawn some art for the story that I am now forcing anyone who will hold still long enough to look at! I present: The one and only Jesus 'Chris' Christ. And if you want to know why he is this cool, check out the fic! *winks* (That shirt says "Killer Queen" btw)
This is about as far different from my writing style as you can get! And I love everything about it! Deeply heartbreaking, poetic and beautiful; @kitty-kat-undercover writes in a way that instantly transports you to this incredible place with Crowley on his hunt for somewhere to spend his last days on Earth. You'll feel like you're right there with him, in his place for the end of the world, as he meets a host of new characters and re-lives some powerful memories of his angel.
E rated, lots of angst and sadness, but plenty of hope and a sprinkling of humour to balance it all beautifully. Check chapter notes for specific warnings.
You won't believe it's fanfiction - the talent of this writer is insane! I love this fic ❤️
If the world were doomed to end, where would you go?
Crowley wasn't sure.
He'd always imagined that any end he met would be either WITH or FOR his Angel.
But now, the Angel was gone. And the world was ending. And he was alone.
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For those who love some serious heartache, I offer this little Fiction.
In it we wander with our Demon on unfamiliar roads, take along strange passengers, hunt for peace, friendship and hope.
And we wait. Wait for the Angel. At the end of the world.
I honestly don't know how anyone watches Good Omens and doesn't see the devastating heartbreak Aziraphale goes through. Even if they couldn't work it out from everything that happened before the final 15, it's literally written all over his face!
You know what I was just thinking about? That feeling when you fall hard for someone you can't have.
And every time you see them your heart jumps. You drop EVERYTHING for a chance to spend time with them. Hearing from them lights you up, and your life can be divided between the time you get to spend with them and the time spent waiting to be with them again.
That agonising, heartbreaking, soul-crushing feeling of having fallen so deep that you can't see a way out, and you don't even want to.
Now imagine that going on for hundreds of years.
And then, when it finally looks like there might be a way out, together, it gets ripped away.
Good Omens is twice as good as it needs to be. Genuinely.
If it were written by a good, experienced TV writer who could move a story along but didn’t have the nuance and world building skill of Neil Gaiman. If the leads were played by a couple of good actors with perfectly decent chemistry, but not the incredible character depth, decades of film and theatre experience, and on-screen electricity of Michael Sheen and David Tennant. If it were art directed, designed, scored and costumed by competent professionals who were good at what they do but not extraordinarily dedicated to perfection. If all of that were true, it would be a good show, fun to watch and entertaining.
But it wouldn’t have broken my heart into a thousand pieces. It wouldn’t have millions of fans wondering how they’re going to wait literally years for the conclusion. It wouldn’t have spawned tens of thousands of works of fan fiction and art. It wouldn’t occupy the thoughts and hearts of so many people daily months and months after being released.
It’s such a good example of why good enough is fine sometimes but great is something truly to be strived for, appreciated, and treasured.
Yes to all this! I don't understand the idea of *that* was the moment.
You notice you like someone, then you notice it getting stronger. Sometimes they do something and you feel this moment of "shit, you are the most amazing person I've ever met," but that's not the moment you fell in love.
Then maybe months later they do something else that would make you feel that, but instead of thinking "you're the most amazing person I've ever met" you think "I'm so in love with you," but that's not the moment you fell in love either. It's not even the moment you first realised it. It happens bit by bit, slowly filling a cup until it's overflowing and there's no way of containing the feeling anymore.
I don't know if this is an extremely common experience but I wanted to share it because when we sometimes discuss when Aziraphale and/or Crowley noticed they were in love, there is usually a lot of discussion of what was THE time
But at least in my case, I think it usually happens multiple times. The last time I had something that maybe it was romantic attraction or maybe it was platonic attraction, you figure it out because I didn't,, I felt it multiple times
The first time was just... half a year since it had started happening? And it was just an "oh shit"
But then, a year later, I noticed the intensity was much worse and it was an "HOLY SHIT. THIS REALLY EXISTS AND I AM REALLY FEELING IT"
So maybe Aziraphale knew it from before the beginning and Crowley from the garden.
And maybe they had a hit with the reality of the feelings multiple times after that (1941, the present, among many others)
Maybe they got so used to what they felt for each other that for some years they completely forgot that that feeling was not the usual feeling you feel towards another being, and then suddenly they remembered that that feeling was the fact that they loved them
You know what I was just thinking about? That feeling when you fall hard for someone you can't have.
And every time you see them your heart jumps. You drop EVERYTHING for a chance to spend time with them. Hearing from them lights you up, and your life can be divided between the time you get to spend with them and the time spent waiting to be with them again.
That agonising, heartbreaking, soul-crushing feeling of having fallen so deep that you can't see a way out, and you don't even want to.
Now imagine that going on for hundreds of years.
And then, when it finally looks like there might be a way out, together, it gets ripped away.