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There’s meme potential here.
✨ We Could Have Been Us / Group of the Two of Us ✨
A lot of folks were asking about the new Good Omens artbook, and originally I was only gonna do a S2 A4 book, but some people wanted an A5 softcover and some people wanted a combo s1&s2 artbook...so here we are xD
✨We Could Have Been Us ✨ - hardback
A4 hardback, perfect bound, matte laminated cover
70 pages, contains all of my art for S2 of Good Omens
$50, ships worldwide, shipping is calculated at checkout
We Could Have Been Us on Peecho
✨ We Could Have Been Us ✨ - softcover
A5 softcover
70 pages, it's exactly the same as the hardback content-wise, just a different format and a different cover :')
$25, ships worldwide, shipping is calculated at checkout
We Could Have Been Us softcover on Peecho
✨ Group of the Two of Us ✨
A4 hardback, matte laminated cover, perfect bound
146 pages, contains all of my Good Omens art I've done since 2019 until now ☺️
$90, also ships worldwide but it's a chonky book so I expect shipping to be a tad chonkier as well - depends on where you are, so it's calculated at checkout
Group of the Two of Us on Peecho
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Peecho ships from the place nearest to you, so if you're in the US your book will be shipped from within the US, EU orders are usually shipped from Germany, UK orders from within the UK, AU from the AU and Asian orders from AU/NZ ☺️
I think that's it! These took forever to put together xD But I really hope you guys are gonna like them! Thank you so much for the support and encouragement, none of this would have been possible without you guys ❤️
I only did this because of what Michael did in the Great British baking show or whatever it's called. Peeling an onion with a potato peeler like bruh.
I drew this at midnight, me and my sister kept screwing around and not going to sleep so ignore the badly drawness.
Look at them, they're both babygirls
Just in case you were feeling happy
Aziraphale's smile appreciation post ✨
My favorite 4 ineffable husbands AU💕
Seeing Michael Sheen, David Tennant and Hozier in the same year is a sign of good omens brainrot...
Nominations when??? Awards when????? When???? WHEN?!!!!
“Terry’s representative on Earth”…
Terry’s representative..on Earth?
TERRY’S…REPRESENTATIVE…ON EARTH 🌎?!!
REALLY BLOODY EXCELLENT OMENS...
Many, many years ago (it was Hallowe'en 1989, for the curious, the year before Good Omens was published) Terry Pratchett and I were sharing a room at the World Fantasy Convention in Seattle, to keep the costs down, because we were both young authors, and taking ourselves to America and conventions were expensive. It was a wonderful convention. I remember a huge Seattle second-hand bookstore in which I found a dozen or so green-bound Storisende Edition James Branch Cabell books, each signed so neatly by the author that the bookshop people assured me that the signatures were printed, and really ten dollars a book was the correct price.
I could afford books. Good Omens had just been sold to UK publishers and then to US publishers for more money than Terry or I had ever received for anything. (Terry had been incredibly worried about this, certain that receiving a healthy advance would mean the end of his career. When his career didn't end, Terry suggested to his agent that perhaps he ought to be getting that kind of advance for every book from now on, and his life changed, and he stopped having to share a hotel room to save money. But I digress.) Advance reading copies of Good Omens had not yet gone out, but a few editors had read it (ones who had bid for it but failed to buy it) and they all seemed very excited about it, and thrilled for us.
On the Saturday evening Terry left the bar quite early and headed off to bed. I stayed up talking to people and having a marvelous time, hung in there until the small hours of the morning when they closed the hotel bar and all the people went away, and then headed up to the hotel room room.
I opened the door as quietly as I could and tiptoed in the dark across the room to where my bed was located.
I'd just reached the bed when, from the far side of the room, a voice said, “What time of the night do you call this then? Your mother and I have been worried sick about you.”
Terry was wide awake. Jet lag had taken its toll.
And I was wide awake too. So we lay in our respective beds and having nothing else to do, we plotted the sequel to Good Omens. It was a good one, too. We fully intended to write it, whenever we next had three or four months free. Only I went to live in America and Terry stayed in the UK, and after Good Omens was published Sandman became SANDMAN and Discworld became DISCWORLD™ and there wasn't ever a good time.
But we never forgot it.
It's been thirty-one years since Good Omens was published, which means it's thirty-two years since Terry Pratchett and I lay in our respective beds in a Seattle hotel room at a World Fantasy Convention, and plotted the sequel. (I got to use bits of the sequel in the TV series version of Good Omens -- that's where our angels came from.)
Terry and I, in Cardiff in 2010, on the night we decided that Good Omens should become a television series.
Terry was clear on what he wanted from Good Omens on the telly. He wanted the story told, and if that worked, he wanted the rest of the story told.
So in September 2017 I sat down in St James' Park, beside the director, Douglas Mackinnon, on a chair with my name on it, as Showrunner of Good Omens. The chair slowly and elegantly lowered itself to the ground underneath me and fell apart, and I thought, that's not really a good omen. Fortunately, under Douglas's leadership, that chair was the only thing that collapsed.
The crumbled chair.
So, once Good Omens the TV series had been released by Amazon and the BBC, to global acclaim, many awards and joy, Rob Wilkins (Terry's representative on Earth) and I had the conversation with the BBC and Amazon about doing some more. And they got very excited. We talked to Michael Sheen and David Tennant about doing some more. They also got very excited. We told them a little about the plot. They got even more excited.
Rob Wilkins and David Tennant on the second day of shooting.
Me and Michael and Ash aged nearly 2.
What it was mostly like shooting Good Omens: peering into screens while something happened round the corner.
I'd been a fan of John Finnemore's for years, and had had the joy of working with him on a radio show called With Great Pleasure, where I picked passages I loved, had amazing readers read them aloud and talked about them.
(Here's a clip from that show of me talking about working with Terry Pratchett, and reading a poem by Terry: https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/p06x3syv. Here's the whole show from YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j7OsS_JWbzQ with John Finnemore's bits too.)
L to R: With Great Pleasure. John Finnemore, me all beardy, Nina Sosanya (Sister Mary in Good Omens) Peter Capaldi (he played Islington in the original BBC series of Neverwhere).
I asked John if he'd be willing to work with me on writing the next round of Good Omens, and was overjoyed when he said yes. We have some surprise guest collaborators too. And Douglas Mackinnon is returning to oversee the whole thing with me.
So that's the plan. We've been keeping it secret for a long time (mostly because otherwise my mail and Twitter feeds would have turned into gushing torrents of What Can You Tell Us About It? long ago) but we are now at the point where sets are being built in Scotland (which is where we're shooting, and more about filming things in Scotland soon), and we can't really keep it secret any longer.
There are so many questions people have asked about what happened next (and also, what happened before) to our favourite Angel and Demon. Here are, perhaps, some of the answers you've been hoping for.
As Good Omens continues, we will be back in Soho, and all through time and space, solving a mystery which starts with one of the angels wandering through a Soho street market with no memory of who they might be, on their way to Aziraphale's bookshop.
(Although our story actually begins about five minutes before anyone had got around to saying “Let there be Light”.)
from https://journal.neilgaiman.com/2021/06/really-bloody-excellent-omens.html
you know, one of the things i'm most excited abt after good omens s2 comes out is "bright young things" fandom getting attention again
i mean there'll be a lot of new people that will be interested in leads' other projects and i just hope for some sort of renaissance for byt because i like this silly movie
damn i just really miss 2019
love of my life [ineffable husbands]
⚠️GOOD OMENS SEASON 2 SPOILERS⚠️
crowley x aziraphale
summary: crowley decides to go on a drive to take his mind off things when his day goes way off plan
category: angst. just pure angst.
warnings: mentions of s2e6, slight mentions of alcoholism if you squint, irresponsible driving, lmk if there's anything i missed !!
word count: 2k
a/n: i wasn't planning this fic at all i js started writing this purely to make my friend cry and they ended up liking it so why not post it here. im not rlly the best writer but i wish i was. this is also inspired by "love of my life" by queen so i'd recommend listening to it while reading! open to constructive criticism !!
![Love Of My Life [ineffable Husbands]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/69d5ad2225519c32dbe868d5571575ed/bfd9d2a38bbc51a0-55/s500x750/58cafec44c8c9b8fa0062a39dc6a6dd77847b239.gif)
It's been three years since the angel left the poor old demon here on Earth. Crowley has since gotten back up on his feet and continued existence as it was. Just him continuing and pretending to be a normal human. It was boring without Aziraphale, he must admit, but it was better than if he went with him to Heaven and lived out a lie he never truly believed in.
'Ah it's fine' He would think, 'I'm over that old bastard anyway'. But deep down he knew. He was never really over him. He never recovered from the rejection he received from the angel. His angel. I mean how could he? He had been with Aziraphale since the beginning of time. He had been pining for the angel for the past 6,000 years. He would make every excuse just to see that bright and shining smile of his. Over time, he had become his friend. And eventually, fell in love with him.
But that's impossible, right? I mean Aziraphale is an angel, a soldier of Heaven. While Crowley is a demon, a servant of the big bad. They're hereditary enemies. They're not even supposed to tolerate each other. They're on opposite sides. That's what Aziraphale had believed at least. Crowley believed they could be on their own side. Together. But he was wrong. He thought Aziraphale loved him enough to stay with him. But he had chosen Heaven over his best friend. Crowley tried not to think about the angel too much. It hurt worse than Hell.
Crowley decided to go out on a drive with his Bentley to keep his mind off the angel and he started driving. He had no idea where he was going; he just kept driving. At this point, he had been driving for just over an hour and the silence became unbearable. He decided to turn on the radio of his car, hoping a specific song wouldn't play. And yet that one song started playing. The car filled with the lucid sounds of "Good Old-Fashion Lover Boy". It was his song. No, their song. Crowley dreaded hearing the song that reminded him so much of his and Aziraphale's…friendship? Relationship? He didn't even know at this point.
He was tired of pining. tired of mourning. how could he even mourn someone who was alive? Maybe because Aziraphale was dead to Crowley. No. He couldn't be. No matter how much Crowley tried to hate Aziraphale he just couldn't bring himself to. He loved him, for Christ's sake. He didn't even know he was capable of even loving anyone so much and yet his angel couldn't even stay for him. Stay for them.
He quickly skipped the radio to the next station, which had become one of his biggest mistakes.
"That certain night. The night we met." Crowley's whole body tensed up at the sound of the music. "There were angels dining at the ritz." The same song that had played in his car the day Aziraphale left him for Heaven. "And a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square" He felt the painful lump in his throat slowly build up and gripped the steering wheel with such force that his knuckles turned white. Then he remembered what he told Aziraphale the day he left.
"No nightingales." No nightingales. Sure, Crowley said that to Aziraphale. There were no nightingales in Heaven. They were on Earth. But that applied to Crowley as well. Because after that, nightingales were never the same for him. Because nightingales weren't nightingales without his angel. He quickly turned off the radio and pushed down on the pedal harder.
He wanted to forget about the stupid angel that had left and forgot about him. His stupid angel. He hated himself for it. He hated how he couldn't bring himself to even produce any ounce of hate for him. He hated how he still thought about him every day and how he would cry himself to sleep some nights because of him. He hated how he still cared for him. And most especially, he hated how he still loved him with every atom of his being and would still come running back to him if given the chance. 'Fuck. I can't be thinking about him again.' He gave in and turned the radio back on. He needed something to drown out the noise of his thoughts. He heard the familiar tune of the piano and guitar in the song's intro.
"Love of my life, you've hurt me." He recognises the song and the dreadful feeling in his body comes back. "You've broken my heart and now you leave me." The lump in his throat grows and he feels his eyes start to water. "Love of my life can't you see?" He tilts his head up in an attempt to stop the tears from flowing down his face. "Bring it back, bring it back. Don't take it away from me." He looks to his left to avert his attention to something other than the song playing. And there it was. He recognised this street. The buildings, the signs, the trees, and the layout. He recognised them all. Then it hit him. "Because you don't know what it means to me." He was nearing the bookshop. The bookshop where the love of his life had lived. Where he and his angel had shared many fond memories together. Where he confessed his feelings for Aziraphale. Where he kissed him. The bookshop where the angel had left him and broke his heart.
"Love of my life don't leave me." In which the very place he was in was the same place the love of his life left him. Ironic isn't it? They vowed they would do anything for the world and yet the place he was at was the place his world chose Heaven over him. "You've taken my love, you now desert me." He was nearing the front of the bookshop and a part of him considered stopping by the bookshop. Who was he kidding? It's not like his angel would be waiting for him in the bookshop. He passed the shop and kept driving. "Love of my life, can't you see?" He felt the warm liquid build up in his yellow, sheltered eyes and flow down his cheek through his glasses. "FUCK!" He punched his steering wheel, causing a loud honk noise to come out of his vehicle. He grabbed the steering wheel and made a sharp turn back to their bookshop.
"Bring it back, bring it back. Don't take it away from me." He parked the Bentley in front of the coffee shop "Bring Me Coffee or Bring Me Death". Crowley got out of the car, slammed his car door shut, and stomped towards the bookshop. He pushes the doors open to see a familiar angel reading in a rocking chair next to a pile of books. But it wasn't his angel. "Nope! We're closed. No books to sell! Get out!" Muriel says without looking up from their book. God how he wished it was Aziraphale in that rocking chair. "Uhm excuse me, I said get ou-" They finally look up from their book to see the fiery red demon, "Oh! Mr Crowley! I was wondering when you'd stop by! It's been wha-" Crowley interrupts the angel, "Three years."
"Yes! Yes! Three years!"
"Muriel, could you uh…could you give me a minute? In here? In the bookshop? Alone?" They nod and step outside the bookshop to give the demon some space. He looks around and takes a deep breath, taking in the scent of the bookshop. It wasn't too different from the last time he was there. But there was something off. It…smelled different. It still smelled like old wood and books but something was missing. Then he realised: It no longer smelled like Aziraphale. Of course he would notice. Of course he would know what Aziraphale smelled like after being with him for the past 6 millennium.
He walked over to the desk Aziraphale used to sit and write at. He remembered all the times Aziraphale would sit at his desk while he listened to Crowley's silly complaints as he sat on the floor. He looks back up from the floor and he catches his eye on a photo frame on his desk. He picked it up to observe the photo and the tears started to flow again. It was the photo of them at Aziraphale's stupid magic show back in London 1941. But something was different about the photo. The photo the Nazis had taken that night was a polaroid. The photo in the frame was a landscape style print-out. Then crowley realised that Aziraphale had made a copy specifically for the frame on his desk. And he had the polaroid with him all along.
He holds the frame close to his chest and drops to his knees. He couldn't believe himself. He was supposed to be this strong and mighty fallen angel who became a demon. But there he was, on his knees, mourning someone who was well alive. He felt pathetic. He hopelessly looked up to the ceiling, "WHY? GOD WHY? all i did was ask questions… WAS MY FALL NOT ENOUGH YOU FUCKING BASTARD? WERE MY THOUSANDS OF YEARS OF PAIN AND TORTURE NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU? YOU TOOK AWAY THE ONE THING THAT MATTERED TO ME. THERE'S NOTHING LEFT FOR ME TO GIVE YOU. WAS I NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU? I DON'T FUCKING DESERVE THIS!" He finally let out everything he's been holding onto for thousands of years. All for no response. All for nothing.
~
Crowley had cried himself to sleep on Aziraphale's shop floor, holding the picture frame. As much as he wished he hated Aziraphale, as much as he pretended, he knew he could never truly hate him. And he just had to accept that fact. Little did Crowley know was that Aziraphale was right outside the bookshop to go check on Muriel and the bookshop. And hopefully check on Crowley if he had time.
Aziraphale walked towards the shop to see someone slumped over and reading a book. For just a moment, part of him wished it was Crowley slumped over on the shop's platform, but he knew it wasn't him. He knew Crowley had given up on looking for Aziraphale. He was ready to face the fact that he could never get his best friend…the person he loved…back. Aziraphale never said it out loud but he missed Crowley. More than anything. He regretted every decision he made since that day. He missed the mischievous pranks and remarks. The feeling of his lips on his. He missed his world.
Muriel finally looked up from their book and looked at Aziraphale gleefully, "Mr Fell! You're back! How's Heaven?"
"Oh uh yes yes fine, Muriel. How's the bookshop?"
"Oh it's doing great! I haven't sold or given away any books!" Aziraphale smiles knowing his shop and books were safe. But there was one thing he wasn't sure about. "Muriel, have you see Crowley lately? Or any time since I've gone back?"
"Oh yes! Mr Crowley visited today for the first time actually. He's still inside I think. I'm actually out here because he asked to be alone." Aziraphale's heart starts racing, "Crowley's…here?" Muriel nods. Aziraphale rushes inside to find a figure curled up on the floor. "…Crowley?" The figures shifts a bit then groggily sits up straight and faces Aziraphale. The angel's suspicions were then proven correct. Aziraphale couldn't believe it. After three, excruciating long years, he finally saw Crowley face to face. "Oh piss off. I haven't had much to drink today." Aziraphale slowly steps closer to the demon, "Crowley I-" Crowley lazily puts his hand up to stop him, "I'm not in the mood for hallucinations today, you shit." The confession broke Aziraphale's heart. That was when Aziraphale realised how much he had hurt his best friend. As Crowley started to fully wake up, his eyes widened at the sight in front of him. "So I suppose an apology dance is in order?" Crowley's heart completely shattered and healed all in one second. He frantically takes his glasses off and aggressively rubs his eyes. When the image doesn't go away he realises. Aziraphale. His angel. He was right in front of his eyes. After all these years.
"Angel…?"
guys new crowley x aziraphale angst fic dropping soon (im not sorry) 🔥🔥
yellow is aziraphale's favourite colour bc crowley's eyes are yellow.
there. i said it. its canon now idc
sneak peek at good omens season 3
EXACTLY the kind of story we need, not only nowadays - but any day, actually.
Just finished the panel with Rich Keeble at Ineffable Con.
He told the most hilarious story about him, David, Michael and Jon Hamm all sitting around playing Wordle whilst waiting for their scenes.
David admitted he didn't get it that day, defeated, and went off to set, popping in his contacts on the way. The rest of them continued to sit there on their phones, brows furrowed in concentration as they try to solve it.
Jon Hamm gets it in four, then goes off to set, leaving Rich with Michael who is still frowning at his phone.
Then Michael suddenly jumps up and shouts victoriously, something along the lines of "YES!! Got it in THREE!! I've got to go and tell David... I'm sure he won't mind me interrupting his scene."
And David, deadpan, just sticks up his middle finger🖕
So basically we've learned that the version of themselves we saw in Staged is EXACTLY who they are 🤣
David laughing and Michael wiggling are everything to me
Muttering to myself: "The sets are still there in Bathgate, the sets are still there in Bathgate, the sets are still there in Bathgate..."
I feel like I'm going to repeat it like a spell every single day. Until, you know.
A recap of the panel with Rob Wilkins at The Ineffable Con 4
- About the ending of S2/the kiss: he says that the scene blew his mind. It was not David & Michael but Crowley & Aziraphale. Everyone knew it was one of the most important scenes. There were 3-4 takes but the one we see is the only one that exists. He found the haunting look on Aziraphale’s face really emotional. He also said that he wasn’t prepared for the fandom’s reaction but finds it brilliant.
- His favourite side characters are Bildad, Mrs. Sandwich, Eric and the Dowlings.
- He was really excited to have David, Peter Davison and Ty on set. He wished he could have had a selfie with all of them.
- He says that Good Omens really is like a family.
- He loves the love and dedication fans show to Good Omens. He’s amazed by people who get tattoos.
- His favourite easter egg is the presence of Terry’s hat and scarf. Also, the copy of Good Omens that Jim is reading from is Rob’s copy.
- About red herrings: there are things in S2 that might become more or not if S3 happens. Rob also said that there are things in S2 we haven’t noticed yet.
- His favourite thing about Crowley and Aziraphale is the fact that they’re a unit.
- He genuinely doesn’t know anything about S3 happening or not but he’s hopeful because the sets are still there in Bathgate.
- He has a record of “Everyday” signed by David Tennant and Michael Sheen.
- He loves Jim and how Jon Hamm just went with it when playing him.
@neil-gaiman @theineffablecon
I've read so many versions of the analysis of THAT scene, and, to be honest, most of them were at least very interesting, but this one, in my opinion, is the ultimate.
I should watch the season once again… but, frankly, I'm not ready yet.
A very long meta explaining why the confession scene in Good Omens is the best that has ever been written and performed on screen
First of, the scene begins with two different realisations that makes each of them believe that their dynamic will significantly change (Crowley wanting to confess his love and Aziraphale wanting to break out the news about heaven). This, you can see, creates an unprecedented shift in their energy, makes them super excited (Azi) and super nervous (Crowley) to break the news to one another. And despite the two matters being drastically different, when Aziraphale begins his revelation we don't get the Miscommunication trope where Crowley listens to the offer and passively retreats back his emotions. No. He is steadfast in his resolution, in his love for Aziraphale.
And that right here is king attitude no.1, because even if Aziraphale just threw something so godforsaken on him, he won't allow himself to be cowardly or let go of the one person he loves more than eternity. Crowley still bares his heart, still lets it all out, because he will not lose Aziraphale in his naivete of still believing that Heaven is good and Hell is evil. (I write this with supreme detachment of my own beliefs lol) He tries to make Aziraphale understand that sides didn't do them any good the past 6000 years, that the only solid foundation they ever had was them, and that Crowley would rather have them than have everything.
Now you see here a moment of disbelief on Aziraphale's behalf, because he doesn't understand why Crowley would refuse going back to heaven with him when all Aziraphale remembers of Angel!Crowley was how utterly bright his eyes shone when he lit up the stars and surely Crowley must miss that too? He wants the same thing Crowley is saying, just in a different dimension. The “I can make a difference” immediately changes to “We can make a difference” because that's all what’s ever been for Aziraphale; them changing the small engines of the world according to their partnered will. He is genuinely benign and not ill-intentioned when he says “Nothing lasts forever”, because he truly wants a better life for them, a better existence. And that's when it gets better: Crowley has his walls back up, he's walking away, because he can't bear that he was never enough as he is for Aziraphale. That he was never worth reciprocation.
The way you hear Tennant's voice breaking when he said “And we spent our whole existence pretending that we aren’t”, is the perfect reflection of how Crowley genuinely despairs the time they lost and wouldn't have any more of it. And even with how bare and raw he's feeling with revealing all this, he still goes on. He still tries to tell him and I would like to spend our whole existence together, but struggles and struggles because he's strung wide open. But he keeps trying.
But Aziraphale doesn't let him leave.
And that's when it gets reaaally interesting. Aziraphale's expression then turns from sorrowful desperation to rageful desperation, because he's baring his heart and Crowley is walking away from him. Their solid ground is completely shaken when he says “I don't think you understand what I'm offering you” because he's trying to be subtle about his love for Crowley and still direct as much as he can, but Crowley responds with a condescending “I think I understand a whole lot better than you do” and if this isn't peak human beings in their arguments, I don't know what is. Because we all think we are so misunderstood every time we get into an argument with someone we love, and we absolutely despise it when we feel patronized, so it's no wonder Aziraphale bitterly says “Then there's nothing more to say”, because if Crowley understands, truly does, then he'd see right past his fear to how much he loves the ground Crowley walks over.
And that is king attitude no.2, because he doesn't want Crowley to leave when things are strewn all over the place that they don't know where they stand. All Aziraphale ever wanted was for them to stand on the same ground. He asks him to come back to him but hides it by finishing it with “to heaven!” because the whole conversation is going too fast for him, and he's undergoing a religious crisis of sorts that does not end in 6000 years, yet even so he still doesn't want to lose Crowley because he's everything he has and he can't do it without him and “I — I need you!”
And on the other hand I don't believe Crowley truly meant to be patronizing, but in a desperate last attempt he wanted to make Aziraphale understand what he is trying to say, what he spent his entire eternity feeling for Aziraphale, what Aziraphale would be giving up if he goes to heaven. What their life sounds like with no nightingales.
“You idiot, we could've been.. us” is the very culmination of love confessions. It took every single emotion and equated it. Tennant's delivery of it was unsurpassed in the way that it truly covers everything. And the way he grabbed Aziraphale, not entirely lovingly but desperately and angrily and, honest to God, awfully, is the reason why their kiss is so perfect. No queerbaiting, no beating around bushes. It is raw and sad and giving and agonising. Crowley wants to say see what you're giving up? See what we can have? And all Aziraphale thinks is how could you lay this on me now after everything, after every chance we could've been something, after me loving you from the first time I've met you. He's angry towards himself too, because nothing he can offer Crowley will be good enough that he chooses him instead of his choices. Sheen's choice in making his character grab Crowley's shoulder and let it go and then grab it once more in desperation is so unexplainably perfect of how much Aziraphale wants to hold onto Crowley.
And when Crowley lets go of him, not the other way around because of course it is Crowley who must let go and detach from the utter pain that pierced his heart, you can see his expression being one of defeated longing. He sees all expressions passing across Aziraphale, sees how torn apart the other man is, too, and awaits just a semblance of anything they could work with. But instead, Aziraphale's face closes, and he tells Crowley “I forgive you”, and Crowley thinks this must be his second falling, because he's never felt more pain. “Don’t bother”, he says, yet still waits for Aziraphale outside and doesn't leave until Aziraphale has left him. Because in the end, Crowley would always be there for Aziraphale, even if he doesn’t feel worthy of it.
But in the back of his mind, Crowley isn't choosing the same. Instead, Crowley's choosing to run from something that no doubt will rebound in their faces. They are angels and demons of heaven and hell, how could Crowley expect they could run and hide without being a repercussion later on? At least what Aziraphale is suggesting ensures that they will have a high position of power, enough to make them together, enough to make them happy, but instead, Crowley is walking away.
And that, my beloveds, is why eternity will remember this scene.
i love how every bromance i find inevitability leads me to another one because i started with hugh jackman & ryan reynolds which led to james mcavoy & michael fassbender which turned to patrick stewart & ian mckellen and slid into sebastian stan & anthony mackie and somehow landed at david tennant & michael sheen
and that was all through tumblr