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shiplessoceans · 8 months

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Good Omens S2 Episode 6 confession scene speculation:

Aziraphale didn't respond to the love confession from Crowley because he didn't realise it was one until Crowley mentioned the Nightingale and kissed him.

Allow me to explain.

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Aziraphale interrupted Crowley to give him the news from Metatron, so when Crowley starts his spiel:

"We've been together a long time, I could always rely on you...we're a group....we've spent our existence pretending we aren't...if Gabriel and Beelzebub can go off together then we can...we don't need heaven/hell they're toxic...you and me whatya say?"

Aziraphale interprets everything Crowley is saying as his rebuttal to the 'good news', not a separate declaration of his feelings.

What Aziraphale just told him shaped Crowley's confession, instead of finally telling Aziraphale how he feels about him, he's now backed into a corner and trying to change Aziraphales mind. Offering to run off with him as the alternative to the Metatron's offer.

The repetition of the phrase: "go off together" from the bandstand fight in season one feels very intentional here. It would be easy for Aziraphale to think 'this is just Crowley's response when the divine plan interferes, he always wants to run away'.

Aziraphale believes that he just needs to make Crowley understand the situation and opportunity that this is and everything will be alright:

"Come with me! To heaven, I can run it, you can be my second in command. We can make a difference!"

Crowley is looking defeated already, in his mind he's bared his soul and Aziraphale is a brick wall. So if he can't tempt the angel into staying with the love he has for him (which Crowley thinks he's declared but he really hasn't), he'll get him to change his mind by evoking something else he loves:

"You can't leave this bookshop."

Aziraphale scoffs fondly. 'Silly demon, you were just suggesting we run off together and abandon it only a moment ago!' He thinks Crowley is trying to 'work' him here and the old serpent might even be selflessly trying to spare the angel the loss of his beloved bookshop in order to restore Crowley and help the world, which would be just like him to be so covertly protective. So Aziraphale reassures him, a bookshop doesn't matter to him as much as Crowley and the world. It's just a collection of objects really. Humanity is more important. Crowley is far more important.

"Oh Crowley, nothing lasts forever."

Crowley is crushed. Nothing lasts forever. Not even the two of them. So he covers his sadness with his glasses, walls back up, and he tries to leave.

Aziraphale is baffled. He just reassured Crowley that he was alright with change if it means things could be better. Why is Crowley leaving? Is he worried that they won't spend time together anymore? That he won't have time for his friend as a supreme archangel?

"Crowley come back!....we can be together, angels!...I need you!"

Crowley can't even look at him in that moment. Why would Aziraphale say that? The two of them together only if he accepts heaven again? Conditional love? That's not fair. It hurts.

Aziraphale meanwhile is hurt by Crowley's turning away, his silence and a bit incensed at what he perceives as ingratitude. Aziraphale didn't really want to go back to heaven, but he'd do it if it meant Crowley could be happy and safe and Crowley doesn't seem to appreciate that:

"I don't think you understand what I'm offering you."

Crowley went through the fall. He asked the questions. Did his best to protect humanity and it has brought him nothing but suffering. He's well aware what's on offer. He's seen heavens cruelty and capriciousness firsthand and been burned by it repeatedly. How can Aziraphale choose them over him and still think everything will work out?

"I understand. I think I understand a whole lot better than you do."

Crowley loves Aziraphale's big foolish optimism and kind heart and he thinks it's the very thing taking the angel away from him. This isn't how it was supposed to go. It's all slipping away from him.

"Listen. You hear that?"

Aziraphale can't even keep up at this point.

This is what comes of thousands of years of 'not talking about it' and living under threat of holy retribution if they are discovered. They're talking past each other, having two different conversations. Obfuscation and code has become their communication medium by necessity and it's failing them.

It's frustrating Aziraphale that he can't get a grip on this conversation:

"I don't hear anything!"

And Crowley drops the bomb.

"That's the point. No Nightingale's."

Oh. Suddenly we're on the same page. You can see from Aziraphale's face that he understands to what Crowley's referring. The Nightingale in Berkely square. Angels dining at the Ritz...

"You idiot! We could have been... us."

Crowley's talking about the big unspoken thing between them. Their relationship, thousands of years of dancing around each other like binary stars gravitationally and inexorably drawn together over and over. The thing Aziraphale was beginning to be bold about, (dancing notwithstanding) before Metatron came along and distracted him.

And it seems to Aziraphale that gut-wrenchingly, Crowley is finally acknowledging their mutual love only to point out that it's gone. Lost. They could have finally been together, an us, but Aziraphale ruined it because he's an 'idiot'.

After being quietly in love with Crowley for years, for Aziraphale to have his offer to return to heaven together and his unspoken love rejected in one fell swoop is devastating.

Overcome, he begins to cry and turns away, not wanting Crowley to see how hurt he is.

Crowley for his part is desperate. He has to do something. Maybe Aziraphale doesn't understand what Crowley is offering him! One fabulous kiss and va-voom right?

In a final desperate act, he kisses Aziraphale. Tries for passionate. Tries to show him that he loves him and show him what they could be because his words clearly aren't working.

Aziraphale is shocked and angry. He wants to kiss Crowley of course. But not like this. Not as a taunt. Crowley just told him their chance is over so what else could this be but a final insult. A kiss to punish the angel. It's a cruelty he didn't believe Crowley capable of.

And despite how mean it is. It's also what Aziraphale has wanted for so long he can't help but melt into it for a brief moment. Allow himself to feel what it would have been like to be that close before losing it forever.

Then Crowley lets go and Aziraphale breaks away on a sob, feeling wounded. Hurt beyond words that Crowley would use his feelings against him like this, gutted to be losing the man he loves and not understanding why.

The worst part is that Aziraphale doesn't have it in him to hate Crowley, even if he thinks the kiss was a cruel gesture. He still loves him. So he gathers himself and does what Aziraphale does when someone hurts him.

He forgives.

"I forgive you."

I forgive you for rejecting my attempt to restore you and make you happy, I forgive you for rejecting God and heaven yet again, I forgive you for acknowledging our love and then rejecting it. I forgive you for kissing me, giving me a fleeting glimpse of what we could have been to each other. I love you and I forgive you all that.

Crowley is done. Breath knocked out of him on a last sigh. He tried. And the Angel forgave him yet again for something he never asked or wanted forgiveness for. He doesn't want to be penitent for loving Aziraphale. Shouldn't have to apologise or regret wanting them to be together.

"Don't bother."

Aziraphale looks surprised Crowley is leaving because he genuinely is. He can't understand how it's all gone so horribly wrong. He gasps, shocked and can't even call out to him to stop, come back.

He cries, touches his lips where Crowley had kissed him. Tries to gather himself and barely has 10 seconds before Metatron is back.

At the end of that scene:

Crowley thinks he confessed his love and Aziraphale chose heaven over him because he didn't want to stop being a demon.

Aziraphale thinks Crowley rejected heaven, then rejected Aziraphale and threw their love back in his face as a final unkindness.

Aziraphale leaves and goes to heaven anyway because in his mind he's already lost Crowley and there is nothing left to stay for. If he doesn't have Crowley he needs a new purpose and it's going to be saving the world. He'll convince himself of it. And he'll push that broken heart down and the pain will fade if he just smiles through it. It will be enough, to make heaven better. It has to be. Maybe if he proves that he can make a difference Crowley might see the error of his ways and speak to him again? Surely. Hopefully.

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Both of them are hurt and confused and lost and oh dear hell I really feel for them.

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yvesribastudio · 6 months

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It's the Great Plan, Charlie Brown!

Happy Halloween! Enjoy a little Good Omens fun based on the beloved Peanuts TV special, "It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown!" In the story, Linus unwaveringly believes in the existence of the Great Pumpkin, who rises out of the Most Sincere Pumpkin Patch on Halloween night to bring treats to kids.

Linus convinces Sally, Charlie Brown's little sister (who has a massive crush on him) to join him in the local pumpkin patch and wait for the Great Pumpkin. When the GP doesn't show, Sally goes on a huge tirade about how she wasted her time waiting in that pumpkin patch when she could have been out trick or treating. You can watch Sally's tirade here. Even Crowley can't match her bitter fury.

Elements of this scene, especially the expressions of the original characters in this moment, reminded me so much of Aziraphale and Crowley in the Bandstand scene from S1 that I knew I had to turn it into Good Omens. I had a lot of fun reimagining this, from the changes in character design, to the play on words with Great Pumpkin and Great Plan.

Peanuts characters seem simple enough to draw. However, they are not. Charles Schulz' line art includes very specific angles and shapes that would take a lot of practice to master. Therefore my image is traced from a still drawing by Charles Schulz from the original TV show.

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dee-morris · 7 months

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Three Minisodes, Three Themes

The Final Fifteen kicked me in the face, because it felt like it came out of nowhere. As a breakup scene it felt identical to the Bandstand Scene but unlike the Bandstand I didn't sense any foreshadowing. You could see Aziraphale's anxiety and denial throughout season one, so as painful as it was it felt like a natural progression of events. This didn't feel like that. It felt like a complete gut punch.

But that's because Aziraphale's situation was different this time around, the circumstances were different, the motivation was different. Aziraphale is the one asking to run away this time, and Crowley is the one saying, "I can't, it would mean giving up everything." It's the Bandstand in reverse.

And there WAS foreshadowing; I just wasn't paying attention. If we'd gotten one episode at a time like Neil wanted maybe it would have been different, but never mind. There were three flashback minisodes in season two, and each one showed a significant step forward in the ineffables' relationship and Aziraphale's thinking. All of which culminated in That Decision, which was painful but necessary and I will die on this hill.

In the Job minisode, Aziraphale that he can lie for a good cause and get away with it. He also learns that heaven isn't necessarily the arbiter of all mortal goodness and sometimes he has to follow his own inner compass against the advice of people who claim to know better.

In The Resurrectionists, he learns that there's no such thing as absolute good or absolute wickedness. It's an extension of the first lesson, actually, about free will and making choices when none of them seem optimal. When you don't have enough power to keep you and your love ones safe, every choice is going to suck. And sometimes doing good is a matter of creating better circumstances so good choices are practical and feasible. You can't just wag your finger and expect people to do right. You have to give them the tools. Like, idk, angels who have been told for millions of years that Metatron is the final authority on the will of God: what if something happened to make everyone doubt that? (Did Metatrash actually know what he was doing by hauling Aziraphale back to heaven?)

In the Flesh Eaters minisode (my beloved), the ineffables take turns rescuing each other. "I knew you'd come through for me. You always do." "You said, Trust me." "And you did." (whimpers and bites fist) If that's not foreshadowing of the leap of faith they're going to have to take together to survive and save the world again in season three, I will eat Sir Terry's hat.

I knew from the start that there was a good chance season two would end like that, but I thought if I ignored it hard enough it wouldn't happen lol. Oh well. I hope Neil is feeling better, I had that new variant over the summer and it sucked goats.

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cheeseplants · 9 months

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Why Crowley and Aziraphale need to be apart before they can be together

CRACKS KNUCKLES. Let’s go.

Let’s start with Crowley. Despite the fact that Crowley is the one who says he has separated himself from Hell (and Heaven) - when we find him at the beginning of S2 he has become a bit of a shell of himself without a role to fall into.

He is living in his car, and he is still giving advice to the Hell’s representative on earth despite the fact he wants nothing to do with Hell, and he mainly spends his time following Aziraphale around. He is clearly quite depressed, when he says “isn’t it all a bit pointless��, but he doesn’t know how to deal with that.

The thing about Crowley is he is pretty damn codependent. He sees himself as the strong one, the rescuer, the maker of plans, this is his way of being close to people. Yet it is also a fairly dysfunctional way of existing.

Since losing Hell, Crowley has began to lose himself a lot. Aziraphale for all his love of Heaven actually has a pretty full life that belongs to him - he owns a bookshop, he has hobbies, he has friends, he loves food.

What does Crowley have or do? His plants? Aziraphale? Shax even? His Bentley? And what do most of those things have in common, he looks after them.

And you see this a lot in S2 - “You love waiting inside”, “Can I watch?” “Rescuing me makes him so happy” “My only friend”. Aziraphale plays into this part of Crowley because he thinks it makes him happy, but actually, it denies Crowley his own sense of self. Even his beloved Bentley somehow gets co-opted by Aziraphale. And yes all this is very cute, but it speaks to a wider problem for both of them, which I will get into.

Now let’s talk about Aziraphale and what steps he brings to this merry dance. Now, I love Aziraphale - his infectious joy, his campness, he is, in essence, delightful BUT he is also pretty damn manipulative at times and kind of mean to Crowley. And this plays into the same dance that Crowley is doing.

Take the S1 bandstand break-up scene, Aziraphale says ”We’re not friends. I don’t even like you,” which is a pretty cruel thing to say. When we know, he does like him and he seems to be aware that Crowley likes him too. Yet in the next scene we see them, Crowley is leaping to apologise to Aziraphale and Aziraphale does not apologise back. In fact what he says instead is “I forgive you”.

Any time their relationship starts to get closer, Aziraphale rejects him and then Crowley comes back and asks for forgiveness, which Aziraphale grants him. That is because while Aziraphale does want to be closer to Crowley, he is terrified of it, and he knows that if he rejects Crowley - he will come back anyway - so they can keep going like that ad nauseam for eternity (or so they think). They both get to secretly know they love each other, while keeping their distance, which is how they have managed to act that way for 6,000 years.

What’s even sadder is that a part of Crowley deep down believes he deserves to be rejected, because he was rejected from Heaven. And what does Aziraphale represent? Heaven.

In essence, I think this is the crux of their entire relationship. We get the feeling that Crowley’s experience of Heaven has been erased, and therefore he is missing a part of himself. And that is perhaps what partly draws him to Aziraphale, and why he begins to meld himself into Aziraphale.

He is trying to use Aziraphale as his connection to Heaven, but he also feels unworthy of it - because he is Fallen, so he continually plays into this role of allowing himself to be rejected by Aziraphale, as long as deep down he can tell himself that the rejection isn’t real, that Aziraphale does love him, it’s just something he says.

For Aziraphale, Crowley truly allows him to be himself without the pressures of Heaven. He uses Crowley to deal with all his own struggles and misgivings about the way Heaven works. Crowley becomes the mouthpiece for Aziraphale’s internal conflict, and therefore Aziraphale doesn’t have to say or do anything about it himself.

Essentially they are both trying to use each other to fill in the gaps that they are in denial about in themselves.

They keep pretending that this is all okay UNTIL…

The last ten minutes of S2. Because here shit gets real, and all the BS they have been avoiding comes to the surface.

Crowley yet again says: “we could have been an us”, “we could go off together” - BUT Aziraphale doesn’t just want to be an us. He wants to be an us within a larger group. He doesn’t want to exist as just Aziraphale and Crowley, he doesn’t want that to define him.

He can’t exist just as someone for Crowley to love and rescue, he wants to be more than that. And even though Aziraphale is still being brainwashed by Heaven and his own trauma is coming into play, he also has never wanted for it to just be him and Crowley. This is shown in the Book of Job story, Crowley accepts his loneliness as a sacrifice he must endure, whereas Aziraphale doesn’t.

He wants a life with both of them, AND others. Crowley wants them to just be an us. He is asking Aziraphale to give up one of the things that actually draws Crowley to him - not only him being an Angel, but him being his own entity as Aziraphale.

And that is why this is such a great ending. Because all the conflict plays out - Aziraphale says come be with me and Heaven, and Crowley says come be with me without others. And then they begin their little dance Aziraphale hurts Crowley, he rejects him, but instead of playing along this time Crowley steps out of the dance.

And here’s why that is a good thing. Crowley needs to be his own person who feels valued by Aziraphale for who he is. He can no longer keep existing purely as someone who is constantly kept close and at arm's length. He needs to discover himself, perhaps even his old Angelic self, so he can become whole without Aziraphale filling in the gaps for him.

And that’s why I think there were so many hints about Crowley’s past in this series, because Crowley needs to become whole again, so he is able to demand an equal relationship from Aziraphale. It is telling that Aziraphale offers Crowley the option of being his “second in command”, some unspoken part of how they see each other in the relationship.

Aziraphale needs to learn that if he wants a relationship with Crowley he has to truly work for it, and not expect that Crowley will keep waiting for him and coming back forever.

He needs to learn how to close that gap without running away scared. He needs to turn to Heaven, the place he has been using to keep his distance from Crowley, so he can discover that isn’t what he wants.

Aziraphale really needs to let go of his own goodness, in a way. He needs to really feel that he has hurt Crowley, that by rejecting him, he has caused him harm. That righteousness isn’t being good, and that as Crowley has said all along - “there is something to be said for shades of grey.” He needs to realise he can express his own feelings about Heaven, rather than relying on Crowley to do it for him.

The only way they can truly be together is if they are apart, and stop using each other to fill in those gaps, and find it in themselves. And therefore love each other as they truly are, and as equals who are both parts Heaven and Hell. This is essentially the wider theme of Good Omens, that we are all black and white, it would make sense that this is final Act of the story.

Anyway there is a million more things to unpack, but my brain was desperate to get all this out.

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mimisempai · 10 months

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Precious moments

Summary

Five times Aziraphale is awakened before Crowley, and one time when Crowley is awakened before his angel.

Either way, these are all precious moments.

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On AO3

Rating G - 1577 words

Aziraphale awoke with the feeling that something was wrong.

He opened his eyes, first becoming aware of his surroundings when he heard Crowley muttering next to him, "They...killed my best friend..."

Aziraphale turned to the demon and saw him clenching his fists, his face tight with pain, as he said a little louder, "Aziraphale! Fire..."

It didn't take much more to know the contents of Crowley's nightmare.

Aziraphale turned fully toward him, then gently loosened Crowley's fingers one by one, careful not to wake him abruptly.

He turned Crowley over, laid his head on his chest and wrapped his arms around him, holding him in a comforting embrace. Then he whispered with his mouth against his hair, like a mantra, over and over again: "I am here, my dear. There's no fire. All is well," until he could feel the demon relaxing against him, his breathing becoming steadier and steadier, and the tension in his body beginning to ease.

Finally conscious and calm, Crowley wrapped his long arms around Aziraphale's waist and murmured against his chest, "Aziraphale, I..... I."

"Shhhh. You don't have to talk if you don't want to. I know. Don't worry, I know."

Crowley said nothing more, just tightened his embrace, and it was only moments later, when Aziraphale felt Crowley's steady breathing against his heart, that he allowed himself to close his eyes.

It wasn't uncommon for Aziraphale to wake up feeling like he was caught in a tangle of arms and legs.

If there was one thing he'd never imagined, it was that Crowley could be so cuddly once they got comfortable in their relationship. Especially when he slept, or rather, since they slept in the same bed. However they fell asleep, Aziraphale often found himself with Crowley's legs tangled around his own and his long arms wrapped around him. And to be honest, Aziraphale liked it that way. Mostly because it was Crowley's physical way of showing his affection. Which was funny, because he was the first to explain that displays of affection were ridiculous, but often the first to instigate them.

The problem was when Aziraphale wanted to get up in the morning. It was difficult to get out of Crowley's tangle of arms and legs without waking him. It was sometimes a brain-teaser to know which limb to move first in order to move the next. Aziraphale had come to schedule his wake-up call a little earlier so he could do it without rushing.

However, sometimes, like today, impatience got the better of him.

"Crowley, wake up..."

Crowley groaned, "Angel... I don't want to... " and the demon tightened his grip. "Besides, you don't have to work, you know that, you don't want to sell your books!"

"And assuming I give in to your absurd request, you plan to stay like this all day?"

He felt Crowley nod against him.

"Don't you want to do something more interesting?" asked Aziraphale, an affectionate smile on his lips.

"What could be more interesting than sleeping all day snuggled up against my beloved?"

The half-asleep Crowley was a sincere Crowley, and a little too much for the sanity of Aziraphale's mind.

He repeated, "My beloved?"

"Any objections?"

Aziraphale shook his head, his cheeks slightly flushed.

As his beloved snake coiled around him once more, he told himself that it was Crowley who had wrapped him around his fingers.

"There is no "our side," Crowley. Not anymore. It's over."

Those were the hardest words Aziraphale had ever had to utter. But he couldn't do what Crowley was proposing.

Even if a large part of his heart wanted to.

Crowley suddenly calmed down and said, in a lowered voice, "Right. Well, then..."

He began to walk away, turning one last time before leaving, "Have a nice doomsday."

Feeling a sadness he'd never felt before, Aziraphale stood alone under the bandstand and watched Crowley walk away.

Until he was nothing more than a dot on the horizon.

Aziraphale awoke with a start, his throat tightening as if he had just relived the moment. He knew, he felt, that Crowley was beside him, but the sense of loss from that day was vivid. He felt every emotion of that moment. So much so that he could barely hold back his tears.

Suddenly, he felt the bed move behind him and two arms wrapped around him from behind, pulling him back until he was pressed against Crowley's chest.

"Nightmare, angel?" the demon's voice whispered in his ear.

Aziraphale murmured in a slightly hoarse voice, "The nightmare of a memory..."

Crowley turned him in his arms and scanned the angel's face. Frowning, he raised his hand and used his thumb to wipe away a small tear that had escaped from one of Aziraphale's eyes.

"A terrible nightmare, if it has brought you to this state. Would you like to tell me about it?"

Aziraphale hid his face in the demon's chest and said softly, "It was just the memory of our separation... under the bandstand. It's ridiculous."

"And why do you think it's ridiculous?" asked Crowley quietly, his hand resting on the angel's cheek.

"Because it was you I made suffer that day."

Crowley chuckled softly, "I never kept score. I forgave you a long time ago. Besides, what matters is where we are now, don't you think?"

Aziraphale nodded against the demon's chest and Crowley said softly, "Go back to sleep now, Angel. We're fine."

He pressed his lips to the angel's light locks and held him a little tighter.

Aziraphale loved watching Crowley sleep.

Some would say ironically, because it was the only time Crowley didn't talk, but that's not why Aziraphale liked those moments so much.

He felt like he was witnessing something special. He felt he possessed something precious.

The trust of his demon, who didn't hesitate to let his guard down with him.

He liked to feel Crowley fall asleep, when the energy that seemed to animate him most of the time, slowly left his body to let him succumb to the call of sleep.

He liked to feel Crowley's head grow heavy on his arm. He liked to feel his whole body letting go. He liked to feel his grip loosen on his hand. He liked to hear his breathing take on the steady rhythm of a sleeping person.

It was usually at this moment that Aziraphale too would surrender to the grip of sleep and give himself over to it completely, for he knew that the one he loved and was loved by was resting in his arms.

5 .

Something tickled his nose.

Without opening his eyes, Aziraphale reached out to touch a few strands of hair and smiled in amusement.

He blew on the hair to move it away from his face and opened his eyes to see Crowley's red hair almost against him, the demon having decided to occupy Aziraphale's pillow.

The sight was too tempting for Aziraphale, who couldn't resist touching them. From the moment he ran his fingers through the slightly ruffled hair, Crowley began to make little purring sounds of comfort. Aziraphale wasn't sure if this was an instinctive response in sleep or if Crowley was awake, but from the way his head leaned on his hands, he figured he didn't have to stop.

He continued to gently stroke the demon's red hair, pleased to hear his little sounds of well-being.

"I wouldn't mind waking up like this every morning," Crowley yawned and stretched before facing Aziraphale, his head resting on his hand.

Aziraphale couldn't help but touch Crowley's hair again, this time smoothing all his strands back and letting them slide between his fingers. Crowley closed his eyes and seemed to appreciate the angel's attention.

Aziraphale buried his hand in Crowley's hair and pressed the nape of his neck closer to him so he could take his lips in a tender kiss.

When they broke the kiss, Crowley slyly said to him, "It looks like you're obsessed with my hair. "

Aziraphale shook his head and replied, "No, I'm obsessed with a certain demon."

Crowley gasped slightly and Aziraphale chuckled in response, happy to have silenced the demon, if only for a few seconds.

"You're a demon, it's in your nature."

Thinking back on those oft-repeated words, Crowley still wondered how they'd gotten this far.

The angel who kept throwing his demon nature back in his face, who came from a world that had banished Crowley, who had once said he was no longer his friend, was now asleep in his arms.

How humbling.

How precious.

Sometimes Crowley doubted he deserved the chance to have someone he loved and who loved him back, who trusted him completely and in whom he had infinite confidence.

The angel in his arms knew his darkness and still loved him.

Crowley traced the outline of the beloved face with a light touch of his fingertips and was amazed to see that Aziraphale didn't even flinch.

After a moment, he saw the angel's eyes flicker open slowly, still clouded with sleep.

"You're awake already?"

"It's still early, angel, you can go back to sleep."

Aziraphale nuzzled him a little closer and replied sleepily, "Hmmm, I'll do that, it's like heaven here," before falling back asleep against Crowley.

The angel was unaware of the emotion his innocent words had caused in the demon, who, overwhelmed with emotion, tightened his arms around him before falling asleep as well.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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lostloveletters · 5 days

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cant stop thinking about the woody/brady high school au, do you have any more hcs for that? or maybe some with holly, bucky and the rest of the gang included?

You sent this two weeks ago, and I want to apologize for the wait! I promise I wasn’t ignoring you, I got kind of sidetracked😅 High school teachers AU my beloved🖤 Previous HCs for this AU are here!

More headcanons below the cut!

RIP to the like 3 students who have both a music class and a shop class because they’re getting a double dose of “teachers who are so obviously into each other it’s almost painful”

Woody goes to every school concert and musical, even though she doesn’t have to, but Brady’s obviously directing the band (the theater kids can sometimes get on his nerves. The band kids are basically his children though). She and John are almost always the last ones hanging around the auditorium by the end of the night after the performances are over. The two of them, alone in a dimly lit auditorium…anything can happen🤭

Since Holly knows pretty much everyone’s business, Bucky also knows pretty much everyone’s business. Constantly leaning into each other and whispering and snickering in the teacher’s lounge (they’re so annoying about it, god bless)

As the baseball coach and Phys. Ed. teacher, Bucky expects a lot from the guys on the baseball team. Everyone else can walk the mile if they want, he doesn’t care. Most likely to curse around students, like an exasperated “oh shit” every once in a while that endears him to them. Big proponent of the class pizza party

Buck teaches Physics and students of all genders are pulling some Indiana Jones “love you” on the eyelids type of shit even though he mentions Marge regularly because he loves her! She also sends him in with different baked goods for the AP students every week or so (there’s always one or two missing by the time he gets to class because Bucky stole some in the teacher’s lounge)

Much to say about guidance counselor Rosie. Absolutely loves chaperoning the school dances and always ends up showing off his moves that become increasingly outdated with each passing year, but damn if those kids aren’t cheering him on like it’s American Bandstand. He’s mentioned in pretty much every valedictorian speech. Former students still send him cards around the holidays. He’s been invited to a few weddings. Definitely gets the most gifts at the end of the school year

Back to Woody and Brady! They carpool to work. At first it’s just an excuse to spend more time together but then she’s staying over at his place all the time so…

Some of their students start to hatch a plan to get them together but then they see them walking into the building holding hands one day and they’re like “Nevermind.” Kinda annoyed they stole their thunder

There’s definitely a “So do we call you Mrs. Brady now?” discussion in Woody’s shop class after she marries John and her last name is no longer Woodward. She’s like “Uh, just say Mrs. Woody instead of Miss Woody.” (She’s never been Miss Woodward to her students, it’s too formal to her)

#ask tag #ch: woody #insp: the glorious results of a misspent youth

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18, 19, & 25 plsssssss

gladly!

18: the other side by all time low. i got super into this whole album when it came out i listened to it a billion times

19: just like it was before from the bandstand obcr (fun fact THIS is the aforementioned opening track of my second favorite musical! bandstand my fucking beloved)

25: if i ever see you again by grayscale. possibly my favorite grayscale song

send me a number 1-142 for a song from my 2023 playlist

#stuff #music #i can't believe you got the bandstand song adlfgksdh #annie #ijustdontlikepeople #ask

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dinotraax · 5 months

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John "Soap" x reader

Franchise: mw2

Reader gender: any

You had always been into music - country, reggae, indie, rock, pop - you were the definition of multicultural. Your love for peace that you believed could be caused by music lead you to sing in pubs and at band stands in different parks around the UK.

Speaking of bandstands:

Your small time band was setting up, for a little gig to bring some joy to the folks around, as you set up your mic a few kids playing football. It reminded you off John. He was off fighting for the Kings country somewhere, and by hell you missed him.

"Hey Y/N you ready?" A band mate asked you, "yeah I am." Standing infront of the mic you said "testing, testing, ayo ayo I'm testing." That sure got the attention of everybody who passed by. Looking back at the three people you formed a band with nodded in their own way and now it was your turn to get the party started.

I'm coming home to you

Every night every night every night every night

I'm the colorless sunrise

That's never good enough

I'm the wind that's in your head

It ruffles you up

You could find the reason

You could let me know

I won't blame you

I'll just turn and go

A lot of the people who started to form the crowd had probably never heard this song. As you continued to sing the next verse you thought you saw a familiar face - probably not. But it sure as hell looked like Capt'n Price.

I'm coming home to you

Every night every night every night every night

I'm coming home to you

Every night every night every night every night

My mind is made up

My feelings changed and

I'm coming home to you

Every night every night every night every night

Singing like a holy deity, your octave matched the song to a 'T', then you saw him: it felt like a blur - Garrick, John, Simon and your beloved Johnny all watching like you were a god. Johnny had the biggest grin on his face.

You finished the song and everyone clapped, taking another 30mins to finish another set of songs across different artists and genres. Your band finally called quits and you stopped. As you took the mic off the stand and turned around, your body was taken into a warm embrace.

"Hey Bonnie." Your grin could light up the world "hi Johnny." Leaning back you looked into his eyes from your downward angle and his gently kissed your forehead.

"Good to see you again Y/N."

"Same to you Simon."

Shaking your friends hand you took note how tanned he was around around his eyes (that weren't smugged black for a change) then you looked towards Gaz and Price - both were talking to your band. And were tanned in their own right.

"You four been in Mexico?" Soap looked at you and laughed "how could you guess Bon?" He ruffled your hair "heh~ you don't get a tan like that in the UK." Everyone laughed and it felt good to be around familiar faces.

That night as you slept with your fiancé; you were glad to sleep in the arms of your beloved.

I'm coming home to you

Every night every night every night every night

#x reader #MW2 #mw2 #mordern warfare 2 #Morden Warfare 2 #morden warfare 2 Soap x reader #John Mctavish x reader #John Soap Mctavish x reader #imagine dragons #Every night by imagine dragons #music #love #Spotify

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fandomscraziness22 · 6 months

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fic tag game

i was tagged by @kybee1497 so thank you!!!

how many works do you have on ao3?

82! that's so insane to me lol

what's your ao3 word count?

249,607 which is also insane

what fandoms do you write for?

mostly lockwood and co, and leverage! and jatp! though i have written for the bright sessions, six of crows, the flash, badlands cola, the inheritance games, and the 100

what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

love came crashing in (l&co) Butterflies and Glitter (jatp) watching is worse (the second time around) (jatp) it's like this heart is defenseless (l&co) you are alive. (jatp)

do you respond to comments?

i try to! it often takes me a long time because words are hard but i do try

what's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

uhhhhhhhhhh all of them let's go with wide awake in the middle of your nightmare and For All the Loves I Have Tasted

what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

you are alive. is a good fluffy one, and what a glorious feeling (i'm happy again)

do you get hate on fics?

not that i remember! i would delete any hate comments tbh

do you write smut? what kind?

nope, though i have written some kiss fics that are a higher T rating, but honestly nothing over that

do you write crossovers?

not really? i did write right this way which is a jatp watches bandstand fic, so not a true crossover

have you ever had a fic translated?

no but that would be cool

have you ever cowritten a fic before?

yes! me and @anthonyjlockwood wrote come meet me at the end of the (cereal) aisle together! although i would argue that all of my fics nowadays are cowritten by shelly and @futurearchaeologyprof because i send them literally everything lol

what wip would you like to finish, but doubt you ever will?

honestly, the sequel to running with fire, i live like a liar. i would have loved to do more in that au, but i just don't think i ever will

what's your all-time favorite ship?

oh boy, i don't know! i really love locklyle and juke and kanej, and adam/caleb, but i am not sure i can really choose an all-time fav

what are your writing strengths?

i think i do action/physical motions pretty well? i like people doing the things so much! partially because i can see the fics as movies in my head most of the time

what are your writing weaknesses?

i struggle combining the thoughts and emotions with the actions, because i can write one or the other but then putting them together is sometimes a struggle

thoughts on writing dialogue in a another language for a fic?

i have done it a few times for jatp, with the Molina fam speaking spanish, but it's mostly simple words like they use in the show.

first fandom you wrote for?

the 100! bellarke poem my beloved

favorite fic you've ever written?

i still really love Betrayal (or how he finds out) and i thought i was innocent (but there is blood all on my hands)

what fic would you want to rewrite someday?

not sure i really have an answer! almost all the fics i write are for me, so they usually are exactly what i need/want!

tagging @legolasghosty @anthonyjlockwood @blueskiesandstarrynights @claire8216 and anyone else who wants to!

#writing tag #all the fics

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kingofbr00klyn · 2 years

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Oh my don’t you just love Bandstand? I love Bandstand. Everyone should love Bandstand.

#bandstand my beloved #i might just spam the tag until the fandom magically get revived #I’m sorry in advance to my moots #but I’m also not really sorry #:)#bandstand #bandstand broadway #bandstand musical #shut up connor

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thebirdandhersong · 1 year

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Broadway's 2016-2017 season my beloved. So many amazing musicals. Great Comet Anastasia Band's Visit Come From Away Bright Star She Loves Me Tuck Everlasting Bandstand Waitress

#some of my favourites truly!!#songbird again

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toddlazarski · 1 year

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“Sherman’s Showcase”

The A.V. Club

There is no laughter more hollow, no handclap or whoop more soulless, than that ignited by a traffic signal. To understand the applause sign is to consider a dated, insulting notion that we, the audience, maybe don’t really know how to watch, consume, appreciate. And yet it remains an integral part of the late-night talk show rigmarole wherein a man in a suit reads topical jokes from out-of-sight cue cards as America puts on its jammies. Even new takes on the formula abide the old slight to the idea of a present, subjective assembly. Maybe by now, in the late-night game, we’ve all just grown tired. In the wake of the end of the shows of Trevor Noah, James Corden, and Samantha Bee, The New York Times recently asked “Is There a Future for Late-Night Talk Shows?” It seems, with declining interest and the ascendance of streaming, with a growing reluctance to hear tired jokes about gas prices and the vice president from a soundstage in Rockefeller Center, it may be time to lay the old dog to pasture. How? Sherman’s Showcase seems to ask. Well, skewer it to smithereens, apparently.

At the opening of each episode, yes, a suited man stands, ridiculous phallic Bob Barker microphone in hand, dark shades and immaculate beard immovable, a lounge singer’s smug suavity, preacher’s aloof charm, deep throaty voice assured and practiced, the air of a confident and consummate emcee to lead one toward nighttime delights. But then, for instance, he might go into a quick and breathless tangent: “I can’t wait to start the show, but before we get there allow me to summarize the plot of Mulholland Drive. You see, she shoots herself. Great movie.”

Such is the course and absurd tenor for most of the show, as it evolves or devolves or dissolves or aimlessly winds its way toward some unholy amalgamation of asides, backstage glimpses, interviews, live music performances, music videos, previews, movie trailers, animation, award shows, game shows, commercials, even a video game - "there was 16 minutes of text back and forth before the game even started." It is all vaguely, conceptually sketch comedy, sure, in spirit, but strung together with an uncannily and uniquely propulsive bump.

The man at the center of it all, Sherman McDaniels himself, is Bashir Salahuddin. His sidekick, Dutch Shepherd, is played by Diallo Riddle. The real life duo met at Harvard before embarking on a union of writing and video projects, landing as writers for Jimmy Fallon, creating the cult Comedy Central show South Side, and eventually birthing Sherman, which premiered in 2019. This latest iteration of their creative offspring is pitched as a kind of offbeat parody on Soul Train, American Bandstand, Solid Gold, some other 70’s show you’ve likely heard Questlove reminisce about. But it actually feels more in common with the work of Christopher Guest, I Think You Should Leave, and some freaky fever dream of a sativa-baked In Living Color writer’s room where the editor has gone on vacation.

Season two is a continuation of the team’s well-honed brand of quick-hitting, time-hopping narration, giving a 360-degree view of a beloved musical variety show. For this go they’ve brought back John Legend as producer, occasional guest, and, from the sound of it, probable co-songwriter. Guests also include Issa Rae and Chance the Rapper, and everything remains very much in the IFC brand of “Slightly Off,” in the faux-serious vain of Portlandia, and not unlike a completely problematic step-sibling of Documentary Now. We have straight-faced commitment to musical numbers like “Epulets Fall in Love” and “I Love You, Sike;” an overlong and artful treatment of a Wes Anderson twee fest, in the trailer for Forty Acres and a Blimp (“coming soon to theaters in Cannes, Silver Lake, and most of Brooklyn”); simple silliness (“Cognac, you my only friend,” takes a sip, “that is not cognac”); and coy zingery: a voiceover announcing a past show’s guests welcomes “the face of hope and change in the Democratic Party, John Edwards!”

Like with any assorted sketch show, like a book of poems or a big league slugger where half-the-time success equals greatness, not every effort works. One of the earliest bits here, a trailer for a flick wherein Mary J. Blige attempts a heist to take down P. Diddy, won’t let go of its search for a tag or a throughline, and comes off like clumsy and warmed-over SNL. But even in flatness is shown real willingness to gamble, to try, there is a stretching and a belief, bordering dangerously, deliciously on recklessness. At times the writers treat the audience with so much trust it almost feels like indifference. Especially in trailers for the likes of Not Passing. The kernel of the idea can almost be seen, framed in late-night smoke and soundtracked by thigh slaps — what if we take Passing, and, do the opposite!? Similarly, consider, That’s The Spirit. An African soccer phenom’s father is a ghost, who is a soccer ball. As his mother prepares him to have a new sibling, the poor boy can’t stop asking her how his ghost soccer ball father conceived a new child. A tag line promises “A story of forgiveness.”

On paper this shouldn’t jive with a strangely poetic black-and-white segment on the perspective of the show’s security guard: “in reality nothing is secured, security is a fiction, a pantomime.” Nor should that gel with an old animated Sherman-penned series, Dumpster Buddies, featuring his friend “Obese Maurice,” which we see as he discusses on an expose-style Frost/Nixon-esque interview. But everything moves and flows with such assurance, style, a slinky and soulful rat-a-tat tempo that inevitably leads back to a song and dance routine far better than it has any right or need to be.

Salahuddin, the center of nearly every bit, the eye of the hurricane, is a forceful revelation. Part caricature and part chum, delusional but familiar, it’s hard not to think of Danny McBride in The Righteous Gemstones or anything else, with that always-semi-disbelieving head cocked slightly back, an overcooked swagger turned so high, so ridiculous, it becomes something benignly, lovably goofy. In the digressions, the deviations, wondrous casual remarks, there is such a sense of timing, such laughable machismo, it is easy to almost feel the need to lean forward, to catch the next line, to not be able to look away from the somehow hip awkwardness. In a George Clinton parody, Sherman states, “God wanted a style of music that involved way too many people, so he invented funk.” And so Sherman, the show, moves, with a party atmosphere and large contingent of creators moving and shaking and offering something at once neurotic, silly, feel good, and singularly smart. It is also a line indicative of the writerly attention given to almost everything Sherman says. There is not a moment of dead air, not a second without something like realizing that, to Sherman, five plus six is 12, because he “always rounds up.” Of its time, the end product feels almost like scrollable sketch comedy—if something doesn’t work for you there’s surely something, something else, coming right behind. Something else in a steady, heady funk, set entirely to its own beat. Something delicious because you don’t know quite how to process it and nobody is giving a clue.

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independentartistbuzz · 2 years

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“Brooklyn” is the New Emotional Indie Folk Song from Elizabeth P.W.

Brooklyn-based composer, multi-instrumentalist, producer, and singer/songwriter Elizabeth P.W. is driven by her passion for storytelling. Elizabeth weaves together her love of folk music with modern cinematic elements to create evocative and intimate scores for film and tv, and songs that tell compelling stories through unique soundscapes.

Elizabeth P.W. just released her new acoustic folk pop single “Brooklyn.” It has a Joni Mitchel meets Ingrid Michaelson sound in the music and lyrics. It’s a compelling song inspired by the sudden death of her aunt, who was killed by a reckless driver. She came to the realization that after over 100 years of Brooklyn being the hub of her family, she was the last living person in her family in Brooklyn.

“My family’s immigration story was that 3 sisters came from Eastern Europe to Brooklyn and formed the roots of our family tree,” Elizabeth shares. “Over the years our family grew and led to me and my two sisters. When my aunt was killed it was so striking to suddenly be the last person in my family to remain in our beloved Brooklyn. This song is about the passage of time, the world changing around you, and family. I hope it makes people think of their own families, of their own stories. It’s important to hold onto your stories. This song has become even more poignant to me with the arrival of my baby niece, Maya. Our family story has centered around strong women and the next generation has arrived.”

Listen here: https://open.spotify.com/track/5z93ZO4Y3dX611HO5EZki5?si=6fb1bed7a3694516

Her music has premiered in films at the Tribeca Film Festival, Hollyshorts, DOC NYC, Urbanworld Film Festival and Raindance. She’s written the music for everything from non-profit campaigns to congressional campaigns, her recent scoring work includes Stacey Maltin's debut feature film, Triple Threat, which was released in theaters and on streaming services June 2022. She scored Gabriella Canal and Michael Fearon's short documentary, Seasons, which was published by The New Yorker and was honored as a 2022 Student Academy Award Winner. Elizabeth produced and scored the 2021 NAACP Image Award nominated short film, Gets Good Light. She is also a recipient of the 2020 - 2021 Alan Menken Scholarship.

In 2018, Elizabeth partnered with the innovative non-profit, Emily’s Entourage, to turn her debut single into a fundraising and awareness campaign to fight rare mutations of Cystic Fibrosis. The song, “Anyway” is performed by two-time Tony nominee Laura Osnes (Grease, Cinderella, Bandstand), Gideon Glick (Spring Awakening, Significant Other), Christy Altomare (Mamma Mia, Anastasia), Javier Muñoz (In The Heights, Hamilton) and Sarah Levy (Netflix’s Schitt’s Creek).

Connect with Elizabeth P.W. Website / Instagram / Twitter / TikTok / YouTube / Spotify / Soundcloud

#Elizabeth P.W.#folk #indiefolk #folkmusic #newmusic #music #brooklyn #singersongwriter #composer

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