The Stars Are Burning Out

The day Crowley realised who was guarding the Eastern gate…….

She was a Bentley, he was a Reliant Robin…

The Bentley and Dick Turpin as humans!

@icestorming Original Art 🔥

@dream-of-pain

extremely drunk and helplessly smitten

i remembered I made this someday

Secret Santa part. 2

Here is my second secret Santa gift for @carnival-of-vanity !

Some lesbians!Ineffable romans

Can't believe it was my first time drawing Ineffable wives ?? What a shame, I need MORE

Someone recently retweeted/reposted Michael Sheen’s fandom post from New Years Eve 2019. And I just wanted to repost it here because sometimes it’s reassuring and comforting to read his words and know he appreciates it and loves fandom as much as we do. ❤️

https://x.com/michaelsheen/status/1212168111279001600?s=46

I think the good omens fandom is one of the best I’ve ever been a part of. I am sad that he’s been driven off social media by people who are not true fans, and I miss his posts and silly chaos. I keep hoping to see him over here someday. I hope he knows how much he is loved. 💕😊

I think I've figured out how I want go3 to end. A card that says "2028, the South Downs". Crowley, yelling at plants in the garden. He stops and his face softens when Aziraphale walks out, but he still glares angrily at the offending plants.

Aziraphale kisses his cheek and says he should come inside. He's made pancakes. Crowley obliges. He doesn't normally eat, but hes grown fond of his angel's newfound skills in the kitchen.

Aziraphale pulls out a chair for Crowley and they sit together. Aziraphale raises his mug of tea, and Crowley raises his coffee.

"To our world," they toast. As they do so, we catch a glimpse of their silver wedding bands.

The camera zooms out and we see two nightingales and their nest. The credits roll as the song A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square again. The nightingales are singing.

aziraphale catches crowley etching their initials into a tree in their back garden

read our collab with @crowleystits, inspired by a mug, in the chapter here!

I wanna talk about The Angel Who Would Be Crowley.

Because I had a certain set of expectations, which got thoroughly trashed in the first five minutes of S2, and my genuine response is, "Oh, fuck, yup. You're right. That's WAY better."

Looking around at GO fandom, I'm not alone in this. So let's talk about it.

Basically, a lot of people (myself included) believed that he was a high-ranking angel, and therefore as chilly and remote as every other powerful angel we'd seen at that point. We pictured Crowley-To-Be as long-haired, regal and imposing --and the fanart at the time reflected this. I'd link some if Tumblr didn't hate links.

Something like this:

We were collectively drawing on a few things --mostly, Crawly's appearance and general bearing in the Biblical scenes of S1--

--But also scattered hints of his importance, backed up by conspicuous absences in Heaven and a few profound displays of power. That's all better covered elsewhere, so I won't reiterate the arguments here. All I'm saying is: I think our headcanons were justified.

But it turns out he was this:

!!!

With his curly little--!!

And his neat white--!!

IT TURNS OUT, he was an angel who squeaked and squealed when he was happy; who flailed his arms around and made explosion noises with his mouth to explain nebulas; who preened when told his stars were pretty. Furfur, who knew him before the Fall, says:

"You used to jump on me back, little monkey in a waistcoat..."

(The use of a diminutive there, 'little'...oh, that fascinates me.)

In a pretty huge subversion of expectations, we're given these glimpses of an angel who was sweet, and joyful, and heart-meltingly silly.

In sum...an innocent.

(Perhaps innocent to a troubling degree.

We see how he troubles Aziraphale, during their first conversation. He starts looking around and behind them, checking to make sure that no one can HEAR the blithe and reckless things coming out of this angel's mouth. This angel who talks like he's never been reprimanded in his life; like it's never occurred to him that anyone would want to hurt him.

Before the Beginning, Aziraphale understood Heaven better than he did. The danger is plainly occurring to Aziraphale.)

So now, we the viewers are in on a cruel joke that Aziraphale has known all along, which is that this --THIS-- is the angel who--

*checks notes*

--did a million lightyear freestyle dive into a boiling pool of sulphur. For asking questions.

...Imagine you are Aziraphale, and everything inside you wants to believe Heaven are the Good Guys, and God is Good and Everything She does is capital-R Right...and now try to reconcile that. Keep trying. I don't think he ever totally managed it in 6000 years.

All this gets further complicated when we learn that, despite all of the above, we were still right. That sweet excitable babby up there?

He WAS a powerful and high-ranking angel.

That much is explicitly confirmed, with significant evidence that he could have been among the mightiest of archangels...

...Who apparently accosted his fellow angels for piggyback rides. And was remembered millennia later by those (now fallen) angels as something 'little.'

What does that tell us about who he was? Is?

Hell, Aziraphale has known to be wary of the archangels (and the judgements of Heaven in general) since before the Fall even happened. He chooses to believe they are Good; he can't fool himself into thinking they are Safe.

Yet he's absolutely certain that Crowley won't hurt Job's children. Enough to stand in a burning building and say to them, "I can't save you, but don't be afraid. I won't need to."

And what reason does he give?

("I know you."

"You do not know me."

"I know the angel you were.")

What does that tell us about who he was? Is?

("The angel you knew is not me."

But how is Aziraphale supposed to believe that, when he can see him all the time?)

tl;dr --yes, this is better. I love the tragedy of it.

'Innocence died screaming' and all that.