anaid-queen:

thingsinspaaace:

aziraphalesbian:

Don’t go unscrewing the lid.

I’m sorry. I’m sorry but the restrained fearful longing in Az transposed against the sharp, guarded desire in Crowley is going to be the death of me. This moment encapsulates so much of their dynamic, where Az was like “Maybe someday we can go on a casual date and ignore that it’s a date” and Crowley is like “Not to be dramatic but I will go however far however fast its up to you but also you should come home with me tonight, move in with me, and/or run away with me to another galaxy where we’ll be together forever” And poor Az is like “blease I just realized I’m in love with you I need another 1000 years to process this”

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