Too old for a teenage crush? Apparently not!!

Since you motherfuckers are as thirsty as me, here’s every single frame of Aziraphale feeling indulgent relief in the beginning of the time-bubble at the end of the world. I sliced it TO THE INDIVIDUAL FRAME on either side.

what if they end up in the shop after everything has been erased, only this time crowley thinks: was the place always this big? it’s more of a maze than he remembers, now that he’s properly looking. rows and rows of shelves twisting and turning in a dozen labyrinthine directions. staircases spiraling up to nowhere. hallways branching off the foyer like tree roots, that’s new.

aziraphale emerges from the bowels of the shop, successful in his quest for cocoa. a warm drink at the end of all things, how painfully british. as far as crowley can tell, nothing has survived; not the earth, or alpha centauri, or any distant stars and nebulas clinging to the skin of the universe. not even light, the fastest, most fundamental thing in all of creation. but somehow, fortnum & mason has. somehow, aziraphale’s chintzy mug embossed with the words HOT STUFF in blazing cherry red above a little cartoon devil has.

“don’t ask,” he says, pushing it into crowley’s hands.

crowley opens his mouth, several questions and a taunt or two already lined up in the wings— and that's when he sees it.

oh. 

that’s definitely new.

Hi, Good Omens fam, long time no see. I miss you! We're all still dealing with the finale and the fallout one way or another and this post is explicitly not supposed to be a place to argue about it in any way.

Understandably emotions are still running high, but no matter how you feel about it all, your feelings are valid! Hopefully there's still one motto we all agree on, so my Good Omens LEGO babies and I come bearing a little throwback to S1 as a gift for you.

These two want to bring you a little happiness in those hard times and hopefully make you smile with a little re-enactment of this famous moment.

They really did their best to get it as close to the original setting as possible, but please forgive any discrepancies. Almost 2000 years is a long time after all! 😉

Please enjoy, reblog, like, comment,... and most importantly:

You have explicit permission for non-commercial use of this Ineffable LEGO photo as long as you don't alter it and/or remove the credit! Be kind to each other (and to yourself). ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🖤🤎🩵🩷🤍

Let's talk - Part 2

Continuation of this

-Part 1-

If you zoom in on the left in the background, you see this mural for season 3

It's not something I will personally ever get so I was looking forward to thinking of them there and being happy for them.

I would have survived if they'd have turned human or made the decision to be so.

"Ngk, Aziraphale I don't think this is the right ti-"

Aziraphale touches Crowley's cheek and reaches for an apple.

"Let me tempt you," he offers the fruit to the former demon.

Chapter 2

“Are you angry with me?” Aziraphale responded by shaking his head.  “I chose the universe over you.” “So did I.” “But that was,” Crowley continued, back on his feet and to his pacing around the bookshop. “We-we couldn’t have been happy then. Not if we knew what was going on. Heaven and Hell.” Crowley gesticulated wildly. “As you said - I just didn’t think, you know, that the system could change.” “I know.” Aziraphale agreed quietly. “But the thing wasn’t to know it can change. It was to keep going in uncertainty.” “Angel.” “And - we still don’t have that.” “What do you mean?” Crowley asked, voice rising. “Certainty darling. About anything. Can we be happy?” Aziraphale laughed. “We spent 6000 years arguing and bickering. And hiding.” “I thought that was what marriage was about?” Aziraphale turned to Crowley then, smiling.

"Pass me a book." Crowley says, eyes not leaving Satan.

"Which book?" Aziraphale is trying to think, why does it feel so hard?

"Well, it doesn't matter, they're all blank. Whichever one you give me is the right one."

Does Crowley have to be so short with him? Aziraphale wonders. What is happening to them? He reaches for a book. 'Bleak House' -oh. Fog. Love. Paperwork. Endless disputes. New home, like the old but... He hands it over to Crowley who writes in it.

"But - but that isn't The Book of Life." Something sparkles in Aziraphale's mind. If only he could get a moment to himself. Concentrate.

"It is if we say it is." Aziraphale hears Crowley say.

"What are you two idiots doing now?"

"I want answers." Crowley insists.

"Oh--no, no, you can't do that." Satan looks alarmed Aziraphale notices. But why? Oh.

"Oh, yes, we can." Crowley snarls at Satan. "Do you want to write it?" he asks.

"Give me the pen." Aziraphale sits down at his beloved desk, looks at the page in front of him. Absolutely not he thinks.

Satan' Aziraphale writes in the New Abridged Book of Life, disappeared like a nightmare upon waking, the only thing left after him was a vague feeling of dread and a bad memory.

"What are you doing angel? Did you just disappear Satan??" Crowley turns to Aziraphale sat at his desk, wide-eyed, Satan vanishing from in front of his eyes.

"Well, I'm sorry Crowley, I did try to be nice to him first!" Aziraphale snaps and feels his temper rise. He takes a deep breath. No. He will control this. He really needs some time to himself. "I don't know what you were expecting, reasonable answers? From him?"

"No, that's not- what are you writing now?"

With the universe destroyed, Aziraphale keeps going, hand shaking just slightly, God also ceased to exist, having nothing to control anymore, the two beings that never could be controlled out of Their grasp.

"Aziraphale!"

"Do you have any other ideas darling? Any better ideas?" Aziraphale asks, pouting. “We might not be getting any answers, but we are also not getting tricked by Them!" Aziraphale hisses.

"Um,” Crowley seems to concede, “What about - the books?" he gestures around them.

“You know, as much as I’d like to bring the universe back right this minute, I’d rather have a cup of tea first if you don’t mind and a moment to myself.”

“There’s nowhere I can lea-“

“Don’t be silly Crowley. You don’t count." Aziraphale sighs, looking and feeling so, so tired. "I mean," he gestures, "You don’t disturb my peace. Usually. I like having you around," he raises his voices as he tries to explain, "Haven’t I proved that over the millennia?”

“Well yes, but sometimes you’d still insinuate you have work to do-“

“Introverts have limits even for loved ones Crowley." Aziraphale sighs. "I haven’t had moment to myself in years. Let me get that cup of tea and then we can discuss what to do with the universe. After. Okay dear?”

"Crowley, you know when I just said, 'Two of you, Deity and the Adversary, facing off.'" Aziraphale whispers under the tree in his bookshop.

"Yea?" Comes Crowley's choked answer.

"Well, do you remember the Arrangement?"

'Of course I do," Crowley whisper-hisses back in a - why are you bringing this up now - tone. "Heaven, Hell, pointless work, cancelling each other," he pauses.

"Oh wait."

"Yes, exactly." Aziraphale answers.

"Here, take my hand."

We are not like them, Aziraphale thinks as he remembers all the lovely moments they shared across millennia, their games, their arguments over who's going to travel this time, about goodness, about their work, their unfortunate sides. About what is possible and what is not.

If he's right and Aziraphale thinks rather might be, the sides will cancel each other out and he will make it into the future. With Crowley. He squeezes his demon's hand. Always his demon.

"But how is the universe back?" Crowley asks when they finally separate from a very, very long hug and he peers out of the bookshop's window into a street that's just waking up into the morning light.

"Um, wait what was the theory... Aziraphale muses out loud, "there was an infinite amount of matter and antimatter and they cancelled each other out, but the amounts were not quite the same and from the rest came the universe?"

"That makes no sense angel?"

"It doesn't? Well. It worked." Aziraphale smiles.

"And Heaven and Hell?"

"Oh I think they will be glad to take a holiday, don't you? And with no one to give orders..."

"Do you think some will want to move here?"

"Like Muriel? Possibly yes, but we will cross that bridge when..."

Aziraphale is swept into another bone crushing hug.

"... the universe is big enough for all of us."

"Angel." Crowley holds on to Aziraphale for dear life again. "I'm sorry I left you fight them on your own."

~opens eyes~

They're dead.

...

But remember that fic you read last week? They weren't dead there. They were alive, and they were being so funny that you actually laughed out loud! Maybe there's time to read just the funny part before you have to start the day.

This is Linda, 60

Alexis, 64

Helena, 63

Kendrah, 72 (!!)

Tasha, 65