michael sheen KNEW what he was doing with those shaky grasps at crowley's back during the kiss he was literally thinking "oh all the mentally ill gay people are gonna crop this shot down to just my hands and set it as their header image on tumblr" whilst smiling evilly against david tennant's lips it was CALCULATED

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you know what i think makes me insane about this photo is that aziraphale and crowley are alone. there’s no crowd of people there’s no passers-by there’s no crisis to avert there’s not even any distracting scenery—the setting is so simple and empty. it all really goes to emphasize that there’s no one but them. and i don’t know if that’ll translate to the actual scene but like. something about them meeting together when no one else is around feels so much more vulnerable and purposeful—plus the fact that it’s set so early in their relationship. it strips away the pretense. i am unwell

jiabae asked:

oh, and in correlation to my last ask, why does good omens have two different covers? one white, one black? are they the same book? because i was very confused and just selected one at random before my dad confiscated it.

thanks!

Some editions of Good Omens have two covers because it has two authors, both of whom are bestselling authors, so the idea was that there would be two covers, each with a different authors name first, and half the books would be in the Gs and half the books in the Ps.

They are the same book.

I hope your dad gives the book back soon, and that the terrible things that always happen to people who confiscate copies of Good Omens don’t happen to him.

endlessly delicious and also fucking devastating to me that aziraphale and crowley's insatiable all-consuming need to protect each other at all costs is the exact thing that is tearing them apart

like. they are both victims. we know this. THEY know this. but their inability to see each other as anything else is literally the exact reason they are never going to see eye to eye. even when they're fully aware of the fact the other reciprocates their feelings. crowley is protective, so protective, to the point it makes him incredibly small-minded and so quick to anger, literally a hairline trigger for blowing up at aziraphale when he senses he's put himself at any kind of risk, and it makes aziraphale feel small and stupid and only pushes him away further. his immediate response of closing ranks around them both the second he deems them being in danger only makes aziraphale feel suffocated, in the same way that heaven has been breathing down his neck for thousands of years, and it frustrates him to no end, and it's exactly how metatron managed to get his foot in the metaphorical door of aziraphale's desires at the end of this season. and aziraphale is so convinced of crowley's intrinsic goodness, so resentful of his fate on his behalf, that he literally cannot just take crowley for who he is. he's so certain that he can make things better for crowley that he's blind to the reality that all that would make crowley's circumstances better is being loved by aziraphale in the pure and simple way he's convinced is impossible. his saviour complex only makes crowley feel more broken, more undesirable, than he ever would have done had aziraphale just hated him like he was supposed to. the exact ways in which they love each other so desperately is precisely what's pulling them further apart. they just cannot stop trying to save each other. and in doing so they're ensuring that they never will. and ok, this is presumptuous as all hell, but maybe some time spent as enemies, true enemies, will be exactly what they need to finally see each other at face value. not a problem for them to solve, but a person with whom they can weather anything that may come their way, for better, or for worse. and they will face it together, instead of trying to just shoulder it all for the other out of some fucked up obligation born from guilt or pity.

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sign on Mrs. Sandwich's shop that says 'Do not *unclear* the guy with the black glasses he doesn't work here'ALT

‘DON’T [TRY] THE GUY WITH THE BLACK GLASSES HE DOESN’T WORK HERE!’

Local Soho lurker, known associate of Mr. Fell, inspiring so much lust around him people flock to the brothel to see if they can spend some quality time with him. And it happens so frequently Mrs. Sandwich had to put a sign up.


Alternatively, as @cassieoh (thank you for brightening the image!!) suggested: ‘DON’T [PAY] THE GUY WITH THE BLACK GLASSES HE DOESN’T WORK HERE!’

Poor Mrs. Sandwich. ‘Yes I know he looks like he works as a seamstress, but he does NOT, so if you could kindly pay me, thank you very much.’

I can’t decide which is funnier, Crowley accepting money from Mrs. Sandwich’s patrons (does he cackle as he does this? Is he confused? Does he walk the money over to her afterwards or do something else with it?) or Mrs. Sandwich having to march over to him and sternly asking him to stop letting patrons pay him instead (does she cock her hip and stick out her hand? Does she laugh along with him? Do they bond over it?? Are Crowley and Mrs. Sandwich buds???)


‘You’re a good lad.’

:3