I think I understand why Heaven and Hell don’t let their people go to Earth that often. Or interact with one another at all outside of combat.

Satan and Metatron (because at this point I refuse to believe that God is actually doing anything: we all know she’s watching this drama unfold like a glorious soap opera and screaming at the tv with the rest of us) would be out of fucking soldiers at this point.

The angels and demons keep becoming friends and falling in love and shit.

Honey HC

honey had one of those sleep headphones from when them, guy and kayla all lived together. they don’t use it anymore unless guy’s working the late shift and they’re sleepy.

guy hears a mans voice coming out of the shitty ass headphones and sees that his voicemails and voice messages have been put into an at least 4 hour long video and is now playing on honey’s phone.

he cried, or smiled. idk you choose 🤷‍♀️

After seeing a TikTok from RoosterTeeth that had all men on a podcast calling The Barbie Movie "Black Panther for white bitches" I don't think I have any faith in RoosterTeeth or even supporting them. I'm fucking done. Time to pirate their shows that I genuinely enjoyed.

*furtively glances side to side*

*cracks open the window*

*whispers into the wind*

Aziraphale didn't choose Heaven over Crowley

Aziraphale chose Heaven for Crowley

When you wake up at 2 am on a Saturday because you suddenly remembered The Legend of fucking Korra exists and you thought of another point to add to your ongoing rant document about why it sucks and you hate it.

(Sorry if you’re one of the people who like it… but it has wronged me in unforgivable ways)

Thank the fucking gods and all their bastard children for soft magic systems. I do not have the patience nor the will to come up with complex reasons why my character can summon a fireball or what the limit of their powers are.

I’m having enough trouble keeping my fucking idiot children from accidentally killing themselves trying to solve the potentially world ending issue I’ve handed them.

I don't understand how some people can think Aziraphale doesn't love Crowley. He loves Crowley. He loves him so much that he would rather let him go than settle for even the slightest risk of him being unsafe. He loves him so much that he is putting his own life and existence in danger to keep him protected. He loves him so much that he gives up everything he holds dear, his bookshop, his books, food, his clothes. He loves him so much that everything that makes him happy is reduced to meaningless nothing. He loves him so much that he's giving up his freedom to keep him safe. He loves him so much that he willingly gave himself over to an evil, corrupt, wicked institution that, for all he knows, won't ever let him go again. He loves him so much that he committed one of the worst crimes an angel is capable of, losing faith in God.

He loves him so much that his idea of perfection and infallibility was dismantled. He loves him so much that his entire worldview was changed from the affection and adoration he holds for him. He loves him so much that he openly admitted God had made a mistake and that Heaven was unrighteousness.

He loves him so much that his faith in Crowley is stronger than his faith in God.

I keep seeing people mention how, seeing as Crowley only saw the picture after they got to the bookshop, that he was ready to spend his last night on Earth drinking wine with Aziraphale.

And yes, Crowley went back to Aziraphale's because the bookshop is his favourite place, but it also coincidentally happens to be the ONLY place in the entire universe Hell doesn't have access to. As in, they will need permission to enter (as we can see from ep6). So I'm sitting here typing this, fully convinced that Aziraphale was prepared to square up and face the whole wrath of Hell and fight tooth and nail to keep Crowley safe and on Earth in case they decided to come for him even without the photo, because there's no possibility that the Guardian of the Eastern Gate is going to sit back while the things he loves are in danger.

Crowley would hug Aziraphale from behind and rest his head on his shoulder send post

i know we've talked about how their hands slot together during the dance and how it's more intimate and tactile when compared to the way, say, aziraphale touches hands very primly with the other dancers. but fuckin-

i do not give a scooby if it was just a bit of a misalignment on michael and david's part, i do not care one little bit - it is now canon to me that their immediate instinct was to interlock their mf fingers before catching themselves, hesitating and bouncing hands off each other, and then basically clasping hands anyway. like, look at this mess:

1. go to line up and intertwine their fingers

2. OopsFuck.exe

3. close enough for jazz

We. Need. Aziraphale. Rescuing. Crowley. PLEASE.

I feel like I sat down to read a fanfic only to gets 2/3s of the way through and got slapped in the face with the “friends to reluctant enemies to friends to enemies to lovers” tag I didn’t see.

Edit:

Not to mention, being a poor soul who read the book first, I thought the fic was completed when I clicked on it too.

Understood 🫡

At what point do we storm Amazon’s headquarters French Revolution style?

At what point do we storm Amazon’s headquarters French Revolution style?

If Amazon doesn't renew for season 3 we're all gonna crowdfund that shit right? Like we're all in agreement here right

Petition for fanfic writers to add “no beta we die like the Metatron should/will” to their tags.

As DEVASTATED as I am by all of that, my writer brain is already having a field day because imagine THE APOLOGY.

When everything has happened and Aziraphale and Crowley finally have a moment to breathe. Maybe whatever issue they're dealing with in Season 3 has been dealt with or maybe it hasn't! Maybe its the moment right before everything can go wrong and it's their last chance to talk.

Imagine the MOMENT when Aziraphale is standing in front of Crowley in this stupid perfect suit that he hates with tears in his eyes. Imagine Aziraphale saying he's sorry. Imagine Aziraphale, now the Supreme Archangel of Heaven, begging for Crowley's forgiveness. Imagine Aziraphale looking at his very best friend in the whole world and saying, "I was wrong. I did the wrong thing. Please, forgive me."

Imagine Aziraphale smiling that soft smile as he takes a step forward.

And he lifts his hand towards Crowley's glasses and asking, "May I?"

Crowley nods.

Aziraphale takes off the sunglasses.

This time it's Crowley's turn to say, "I forgive you."

And Aziraphale says, "I love you."

And we get The Kiss.

The Kiss that has been 6,000 years in the making and we are all screaming and crying and nothing in the world matters except for that beautiful moment.