thisisthelist:

I adore the pudgier Aziraphale designs, and casting Martin Freeman, but I’ll admit that both throw me off slightly. Tealin’s art is what got me into Discworld and Good Omens, and her Aziraphale was tall and long-faced… just altogether narrow.
In my head, I always cast Jack Davenport.

a bookshop Norrington with wings

threethirtysix:

“Nor had he, as far as he knew, ever believed in anything.
It had been embarrassing, because he quite wanted to believe in something,
since he recognized that belief was the lifebelt that got most people
through the choppy waters of Life. He’d have liked to believe in a supreme God,
although…

nekouyoku:

Oh no I made this part two of two when I haven’t even drawn part one yet.

Oh well this is

pretty cool

headcanon for Crowley’s wings

except

neater….

untrustme-:

Good Omens Dream Cast

Crowley → Benedict Cumberbatch

Aziraphale → Stephen Campbell

Death → Mark Strong

War → Ruth Wilson

Famine → Peter Capaldi 

Pollution → Tom Felton

Anathema Device → Noomi Rapace

Newton Pulsifer → Jamie Parker

Madam Tracy → Emma Thompson

Shadwell → Brendan Gleeson

idontgettobeasaint:

Firstly, angels simply don’t dance..

In fact the only things in the flat Crowley devoted any personal attention to were the houseplants. They were huge and green and glorious, with shiny, healthy, lustrous leaves.

This was because, once a week, Crowley went around the flat with a green plastic plant mister, spraying the leaves, and talking to the plants.

He head heard about talking to plants in the early seventies, on Radio Four, and thought it an excellent idea. Although talking is perhaps the wrong word for what Crowley did.

What he did was put the fear of God into them.

More precisely, the fear of Crowley.

In addition to which, every couple of months Crowley would pick out a plant that was growing too slowly, or succumbing to leaf-wilt or browning, or just didn’t look quite as good as the others, and he would carry it around to all the other plants. “Say goodbye to your friend,” he’d say to them. “He just couldn’t cut it…”

Then he would leave the flat with the offending plant, and return an hour or so later with a large, empty flower pot, which he would leave somewhere conspicuously around the flat.

The plants were the most luxurious, verdant, and beautiful in London. Also the most terrified.

owlett:

“God does not play dice with the universe: He plays an ineffable game of His own devising, which might be compared, from the perspective of any of the other players [i.e. everybody], to being involved in an obscure and complex variant of poker in a pitch-dark room, with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a Dealer who won’t tell you the rules, and who smiles all the time.” -Good Omens

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A very belated thankyou present for dyhanna.
Space stock from here 

morethnus:

“i have my wings you know…”

Good Omens- Supernaturals by jdillon82 on Deviantart.