I think my favourite line in season 2 is crowley's "he's far too pure of heart to be anybody's bit on the side" because any time we get to hear the way crowley talks about aziraphale to other people is a joy, but also it's just so genuine and full of so much love. he's not speaking about aziraphale with any agenda, he's just speaking off the cuff. it's ridiculously sweet. it's also hilarious because it's crowley's immediate reaction to nina suggesting that they're casually sleeping together and crowley's like, um no, we're not, but fyi if we were I would be treating him right!
ccs dressing up as their dsmp characters
Hes so babygirl
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?
Wilbur when they restarted Ace Race
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Sitting here watching s2xe5 and itâs the scene where Crowley is asking Aziraphale why his French is so bad and he says âI went to Monsieur Rossignolâs night classes in 1760â.
I decided to Google if this was a real person since the name wasnât familiar to me, and instead I had my giant gay heart stomped on by Neil Gaiman once again.
The French word for nightingale: Rossignol
Itâs the language of romance and Aziraphale took night classes with a Mr. Nightingale. I CANâT BREATHE.
What could our favourite angel be up to?
It was Crowley.