Crowley could have easily rented another flat but like the dramatic bitch he is he lives in his car with his little plants waiting for aziraphale to ask him to move in. Meanwhile aziraphale is living on another planet mentally where he is too busy creating Situations in which he gets to casually touch crowley. 6,000 years 1 brain cell bouncing around between these two
Aziraphale’s raised eyebrow when shax says “you don’t seem his type at all” tells me aziraphale KNOWS he’s crowley’s type he has suspected it for a very long time he’s just afraid to take that final step
the way aziraphale’s brain works is its just layers of degrees of denial he can peel back at whim to suit whatever situation he’s in at any given moment which is why the thoughts “crowley cant possibly love me like that” and “crowley is so obsessed with me that i know i’m not only his type but the only type hes ever had” can possibly coexist in one mind
first shot we get of crowley in s3 is set to queen’s somebody to love and as it starts with “each morning i get up and die a little / can barely stand on my feet” we see him literally getting out of bed (been sleeping for months) and bump into countless bottles of wine scattered on the floor. he looks around looking for a half-full bottle and starts drinking again.
doorbell rings. multiple times.
he drags himself to the door and opens it as the song says “somebody to love”. it stops abruptly and turns to complete silence as we see aziraphale at the door holding an infant (baby jesus 2.0) looking like he just ran a marathon.
it was really funny for (presumably omnipotent) god to be like um yeah aziraphale is totally the guy for the job. this is because of his leadership skills (had to bribe people with books in order to get them to come to a shopkeepers association meeting). not at all because I want to be able to tamp down the threat he represents w his little anarchist demon partner
AND HE FELL FOR IT. BECAUSE CROWLEY DOESNT KNOW HOW TO COMMUNICATE INFORMATION
something else underrated about good omens I think is that it’s never been about how immortality drains the joy out of everything . it’s been 6000 years and these fools are still drinking and dining and seeing the world and listening to the nightingales and learning to dance and there’s always newness and challenge and joy and idk maybe it’s the mental illness or the crushing weight of the world talking but that’s just really precious to me
Anthony J. Crowley is such a character to rotate in your head like a rotisserie chicken. Such a creature to microwave at 1200 watts. He is a man-shaped being who was designed to shiver like a purse dog with an anxiety disorder. Absolutely sopping wet at all times. If not in body, then in spirit.
this whole time we’ve been fixated on “A sudden rainstorm forces them together beneath a canopy” and yes that’s obviously referring to Crowley & Aziraphale sheltering each other at the start of both seasons, BUT what we never actually see is them together under a canopy. They’re always protecting the other person. There has not been time or opportunity for them to look into each others eyes and “vavoom” or whatever the fuck Crowley was on about, because they’re always too fixated on protecting, rather than working together to protect themselves as a group of the two of them. Big old metaphor for their whole relationship :(
girl help the eldritch horrors are organising a pride and prejudice party and making us dance to mirror their forbidden and repressed love. yes there is a michael jackson thriller video reenactment outside trying to get in. no yeah i still want that rare doctor who annual
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