Aziraphale: Where’s Jim?
Crowley: Around.
Aziraphale: Around?
Aziraphale: You don’t have any idea, do you?
Jim, dropping down from above: Did you know there’s a space above the ceiling?
All I ever see is people fawning over David Tennant’s Crowley and don’t get me wrong, I understand. He’s a beautiful, beautiful man. However, may I introduce, Aziraphale
May be a little biased because of my love for Michael Sheen, but LOOK AT HIM
To end this day of boop-sanity, enjoy this silly little drawing of a snakey boop.
And we can't let this beautiful picture of Michael being booped (which i used as reference) be forgotten <3
I really like that Crowley and Aziraphale's ideas of human love are so in keeping with their characters.
Aziraphale likes the Pride & Prejudice-type cotillion ball love realisation thing that is refined and chaste and full of unspoken yearning. The leads usually talk in terms of affection and fondness and the lightest hand graze means so much (because anything more is basically out of the question).
Crowley on the other hand goes straight in for the kiss in a rainstorm trope. It's angsty, passionate, physical, (usually) long-desired, (usually) preceded by a huge fight, and generally resolves the conflict without the need for too many words.
I think it's an interesting window into how they think of human love, and maybe how they feel for each other.
Or maybe I'm reading too much into this (honestly that's a given).
“heaven gave Crowley snake eyes so he couldn’t see the stars” no, Crowley picked snake eyes so he didn’t have to see what he’d lost, and then it bumped into him anyway after giving up a flaming sword