Curate, connect, and discover
I love that Good Omens has these two doofus being completely put upon yet completely smitten about one another, like they’re both VERY. AWARE. of the other’s many faults and at the same time completely blind to them
like in Aziraphale’s eyes, Crowley’s the smoothest motherfucker that has lived on this planet, just look at him being smugly superior in that bathtub of holy water, just, “i am crowley, i am just slick“ Crowley has never looked smoother than when he’s not himself
and to Crowley Aziraphale’s simply this super brave, cool-as-a-cucumber, doesn’t-flinch-at-the-threat-of-violence, looks-adversity-in-the-face-and-doesn’t-back-down, willing-to-stand-up-alone-against-the-Host utter BADASS
and I can’t help but picture Aziraphale happily chatting with Anathema and just, he can’t help it, it’s just second nature to him, to speak so highly of Crowley’s intelligence and cunning, and Anathema just looks at the gangly red-haired dude being harassed by and screaming obscenities at a smol Dog in her yard and go wtf this motherfucker???
and Crowley while he’d be plenty more discreet about it would let it slip during a conversation that Aziraphale’s made of stern stuff, unflappable I tell you, the guy gave away his sword and then fucking lied to God about it, can you believe it??? meanwhile Aziraphale’s flailing and failing at the most basic magic tricks before Adam’s very (compassionate) eyes and Anathema feels like she needs a drink
and i live for this “beauty competence is in the eye of the beholder” thing