A short comic about Crowley’s hair🐍
Amazing rare Northern Lights in The Netherlands today, due to a strong geomagnetic storm
Electrically charged particles from the sun collide with oxygen and nitrogen particles in the atmosphere at high speed (300 to 700 km per second). This releases energy and produces the pink glow
“Aziraphale, we are in DANGER.”
My god you’re pretty.
“DANGER ZONE. HERE.”
Look at your pretty yellow eyes.
“There are demons outside our bookshop.”
Oh my god he said our.
“Are you listening to me?”
I adore you.
“AZIRAPHALE.”
Let’s dance first.
“WE ARE GOING TO DIE.”
Did he change his shirt for the event? Goodness. He is the handsomest angel and demon and human being I’ve ever seen.
what baffles me is that crowley is actually good for aziraphale. not in the sense that the good actions he does are done for aziraphale, but in the sense that crowley teaches aziraphale to be good to himself
in s2ep4 when aziraphale is looking for a magic trick to do, he first says that he can't go to the magic shop because he's not a professional conjuror. crowley disagrees, convincing him that he's a professional as he is "about to perform on the West End Stage"
afterwards when the shopkeeper calls aziraphale a "talented amateur", it's aziraphale himself who makes a point in proving that he's no such thing as he's "booked to appear in the West End"
and then when they're backstage talking to furfur aziraphale clearly calls himself a "working professional magician". over a few hours, crowley makes aziraphale confident in his own identity
not only does crowley love aziraphale (in whatever way he expresses it) but he literally makes him better. crowley, who believes he is incapable of doing good, manages to make an actual angel, better
Sitting here watching s2xe5 and it’s the scene where Crowley is asking Aziraphale why his French is so bad and he says “I went to Monsieur Rossignol’s night classes in 1760”.
I decided to Google if this was a real person since the name wasn’t familiar to me, and instead I had my giant gay heart stomped on by Neil Gaiman once again.
The French word for nightingale: Rossignol
It’s the language of romance and Aziraphale took night classes with a Mr. Nightingale. I CAN’T BREATHE.
#He always remembered who he was (insp)