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thatgirl4815 · 7 months

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Ray's Car

I have a theory that if Sand wields a bat at any point in the series (🤞), he will use it to bust up Ray's car. Idk if this is a theory or just something I would find quite pivotal (and sad, and painful, and gut-wrenching, but still satisfying). But it got me thinking about the role of Ray's car in their relationship.

Not to read into this particular line too deeply, but could it perhaps be a reference to control of Ray in particular? Control of Ray's decisions? Control of his fate?

Ray's car is involved in the very beginning when Ray tries to drive home drunk and Sand gets behind the wheel. The concept of driving is symbolic in that it represents control. We know Ray is lacking in that, and he seems to need a loss of control, otherwise he'll have to contend with the very real turmoil roiling inside. So who takes control for Ray? Sand. We know though that prior to this point, it has been Mew (and others in the friend group, like Boston) who has taken Ray home. But unlike those other times, this is Ray's car we're talking about. Sand has control of Ray's fate and one of his most prized possessions.

From this point on, we see the car used to transport both Ray and Sand, with Sand in the driver's seat at the start of their relationship. When we see it again in Ep3, Ray is the one who drives Sand home--Ray assumes control as a way of repaying Sand for all that Sand has done for him.

When we see Ray and Sand in the convertible outside of Sand's apartment, the cover starts off but is put down during the scene, for multiple reasons: it makes for a nice transition, it's necessary given their...situation...and it's also just a nice excuse for Ray to look hot while pushing the levers down.

The act of the convertible cover coming down is barring them from the outside world. I see it as a physical representation of the safe space between Ray and Sand that thrives in solitude. It is indisputable that when they're alone together, Ray and Sand's relationship is at its strongest.

There's a deeper discussion to be had about the dynamic between Sand's bike and Ray's car, and their role in demonstrating each characters' independence. One scene I want to narrow in on is where Ray agrees to ride on the back of Sand's bike in Ep5. I don't think it is any coincidence that this scene is included in the same episode that Boston rips up SandRay's relationship. Sand's bike is open compared to Ray's car (about as open as one can be to the elements) and if one relates that openness to the publicity of Sand and Ray's relationship, then it could foreshadow the fact that Sand and Ray's relationship will soon move beyond their private safe space.

Lastly, we have Ray's attempt to drive away in his car while Sand chases after him. It's crucial because it's Ray in dangerous control of his own fate, alone. They are not together in Ray's car, but instead Sand is chasing after it, trying to put himself back in a seat of control that once suited Ray and Sand's relationship so well.

Why does this dynamic need restoring? Because Sand is comfortable in a position of control--as someone who has constantly made his own way, he thrives in it. Ray is more than willing to surrender his control to Sand (most of the time) because he knows on some level that he is spiraling. He needs someone else to take the reins--to be his emergency contact. He needs someone to depend on when he is incapable of fully trusting or loving himself.

What this all boils down to is Sand's role as the caretaker and Ray's need to be taken care of. It's very likely that I am reading way too far into the motor vehicle dynamics here, but it gave me a good excuse to take a look back at some of Ray and Sand's happier moments.

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twig-tea · 6 months

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Shadow the series: hopefully an enabling post

I want as many people as are interested to be able to watch this series so as promised: Here's a non-spoilery summary of potential triggers and squicks in Shadow the Series eps 1-7.

The really brief version: this show is really good, lots of intense things happening with family trauma, family violence, mental health, and abuse, but the actual supernatural stuff is pretty mild and the gore and violence is very minimal. There are also light comedy moments, and pining, and friendship, and the mystery is fun to watch unravel, so I didn't find it too spooky (but I have a high spooky tolerance so you may want to take breaks or otherwise do what you need to).

Ep1

Vomiting

Some creepy music

Slight jump scares

Depictions of drowning

Homophobic slurs

Bullying (including punches)

Scars (potentially self-harm but it's not clear)

Mention of ghosts, non-graphic ghost, creepy amorphous smoke

Ep2

References to hypnosis, potential gaslighting or hallucinations, uncertainty of reality

Institutional homophobia

Bullying (non-graphic)

Homophobia

Mention of possible teacher/student relationship (potentially unrequited)

Ep3

Bullying, homophobia

Mention of dead bodies

Mention of ghosts

Mention of family violence

Depictions of drowning

Flickering lights

Mild corporal punishment

Non-graphic ghost

Mentions of cancer

Creepy grinning (lmao idk how else to list this)

Ep4

Mentions of cancer and treatment including deteriorating physical state

Depictions of deteriorating mental state

Depiction of end-of-life medical care in hospital

Depictions of family violence (yelling, grabbing, threats, slapping, kicking, beating, threats with a gun) of both a mother and child

Hospitalization for mental illness, psychosis

Mention of antidepressants

Threatening someone's freedom with hospitalization

Accusations of infidelity

Depiction of suicide by hanging (not the actual death, just the body in partial shot)

Description of what sounds like childhood sexual assault from the perspective of a child (non-graphic, vague)

Depictions of alcoholism

Child neglect (feeding a child food they are allergic to)

Allergic reaction in a child

Beating (not too graphic but there is blood on knuckles and blood on face shown)

Funeral, death of a parent (mother and father)

Floating body

Ep 5

Floating body

Systemic inertia (probably not triggering but seriously infuriating)

Mentions of narcotic use

Mentions of bipolar disorder

Creepy mask

Casual mentions of father's death

Implied one-sided teacher/student crush (student hugging teacher from behind)

Non-graphic ghost

Homophobia, bullying

Teacher/student relationship (kissing, implied sexual relationship between older woman and younger male)

Negative self-talk around mental illness and medicating mental illness

Descriptions of hallucinations

Ep6

Smoking (supposed to be marijuana but looks like manufactured cigarettes)

Wet dream resulting from an erotic-coded moment with amorphous smoke (idk how to properly warn for this lol)

Scratches on body (ambiguous source)

Mentions of pregnancy

Implied infidelity (by a married couple)

Slap

Bite, punches

Non-graphic ghost, mild jump scare

Creepy "fun house" with decorations including a lot of bloody handprints/blood-sprayed walls, creepy clown, distorting mirrors, screaming, flashing light, red lighting

Ep7

Creepy "fun house" with decorations including a lot of bloody handprints/blood-sprayed walls, creepy clown, distorting mirrors, screaming, flashing light, red lighting

Multiple people punched in the head, bruised faces from being punched in the mouth (mostly student-on-student but one parent punching their child)

Mild jump-scare with a loud sound

Vision of multiple bodies on the ground, with pools of blood (brief, no visible wounds, gore is mild)

Clothed heavy makeout between married female teacher and male student

Flash of someone blindfolded and someone with a gun

Implied sexual dream with amorphous smoke

Mention of loss of a limb, dripping of blood (no wound visible)

Mentions of drug use (spoon over a flame shown, implying heroin)

Depictions of someone dying by firing squad as a death sentence (death not shown)

Non-graphic ghost

Someone being choked

The preview for the second half has a bunch more stuff, but nothing that hasn't been warned for in the first half (choking, punching, hanging, creepy mask, amorphous smoke, etc.)

#shadow the series #bl meta #potential triggers and squicks

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purplenimsicle · 1 year

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Yes whyyyyy??? 😏😏

Team having a flashback

OHHH YEAH

THATS WHY

🥵🥵

#between us #between us the series #between us ep3 #between us the series ep3 #win #team #winteam #winxteam #win x team #teamwin #teamxwin #team x win #hia win #hia #call me hia

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itsallaboutzayn · 1 year

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when he goes 😠

+ sigh bonus

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lethalchiralium · 1 year

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Open His Eyes | Simon “Ghost” Riley x GN!Reader

a/n: so i’m watching scandal, like the totally normal drama series obsessed person i am and there is a specific scene in s3 ep3 that instantly made me think “holy fuck. it’s ghost and riot.” so uh yeah here, and now i’ve convinced myself that i’m gonna make this a small series but we don’t know! i’m flying by the seam of my pants like always!

warnings: HEAVY AND DETAILED MENTIONS OF INJURY AND MEDICAL ATTENTION (including needles!!!). mentions of cadavers and detailed accounts of autopsy, mentions of torture, vague mentions of sex but nothing too graphic

summary: Ghost had been gone for months, and the entire Task Force has exhausted every connection they had and were met with dead ends - except for you. By contacting an old friend, you get an unexpected present at your door late at night.

REMINDER: This is a side-blog, not my main! If you have any questions, feel free to message this blog or reblog! Reblogs are always appreciated - as well as any comments, they keep me motivated to write stuff like this - I can’t respond with this blog!

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The glass of wine settled heavy in your hand, the long stem grew from in between your fingers while the bowl rested in your palm. Your best red wine swished and swayed as you reclined onto your couch.

Your house didn’t feel like home like it once had, many moons ago. Now, it sat cold - the fire that danced in the fireplace did nothing to soothe the atmosphere. Your fingers tapped rhythmically against the glass, you pulled it to your lips.

Your phone then rang on the table. Your eyes gazed at the screen, an unknown number on the screen. You reached forwards, placing your glass of wine on your table and taking your phone in your hand - you answered the call.

“We’re not speaking again.”

“Open your front door.”

It was your “old friend”. The man you hired to find Ghost. US Navy Captain Jake Ballard.

“Fuck you.” You stood, phone pressed harshly against your ear as you heard movement behind your door.

“Open your front door.”

You took a moment, contemplating it - but ultimately decided to walk towards the front door. You were ready to absolutely beat the shit out of Jake if he was going to be taunting you like this. Your hand grabbed the door handle, you were about to rip him a new one when you opened the door.

“Sunday, my house, Riot. 7:00.”

Your jaw dropped, tears pricked your eyes as they stared into Ghost’s dark eyes as he held himself up with the doorframe.

“I’ll choose the wine.”

You didn’t even look away when you ended the call, Ghost’s large frame wobbled. “Hi,” He trembled before losing his balance, falling to the floor but you followed him. Your hands were gentle as they landed on his mask, he didn’t even resist when you pulled it off. A huge gash from his eyebrow and down to his cheek, a bleeding slice on his forehead.

“Si,” Your arms quickly went underneath his shoulders, using all of your strength to pull the man into your apartment from the small lobby. He groaned loudly in pain and as soon as his feet were not in the way of the door, you kicked it closed. “Simon,” Your hands patted his cheeks, his hazel-green tint eyes slowly moved to look at you. “Oh God.”

It was like something possessed you when your eyes met his, tears pricked at the corner of your left eye. You’re hesitantly placed one hand on his cheek, seeing how his pupils dilated slightly.

“I’m going to get my gear, you’re going to be just fine, LT.”

A weak graze of your leg made you look down, seeing how his left hand tried to grab for you. Your other hand gently took it, feeling him squeeze your fingers. You looked back to his face, meeting his eyes again.

“I won’t be long, it’s safe here. You’re safe here.” You whispered the last part, squeezing his hand a little before you got to your feet and ran down the hall, almost tripping over yourself as you burst into your bedroom. You tugged the small closet open, digging behind clothes to pull out a well-used black case full of medical supplies to treat wounds on the fly. You pulled it out so fast that it took down some of your hanging clothes, but you really did not fucking care.

It took you five seconds flat to sprint back down the hallway, sliding onto your knees and practically throwing the case onto the floor - it’s not like you haven’t before. You unlocked the case, ripped it open and took a moment to stare at it to think of what you needed. You moved back to kneel next to Ghost’s shoulder, taking your medical shears and with a swift motion, your hands grabbed the neck of his shirt and -

“No.” The man weakly opposed, his head swiveled to look at you while his right hand weakly reached towards the scissors.

“Simon, I have to see if your injuries.” You whispered, moving his right hand away before you began snipping the undershirt in half. You kept cutting the black shirt until it unveiled his chest.

You’ve felt his chest before, those nights you two had spent together. Granted, he always had his clothes on - you never pushed. You know his chest well, but not like this. Never in your dreams would you imagine this.

There were white scars, looked like whipping scars - years healed. There were angry red injuries, sewn up perfectly with black lines dotting them. Purple and almost black bruises dusted his skin, pink healing scars that looked maybe a month or two old. The worst of all? The one that made your heart and head stop, stop beating, stop working?

Thick, white lines in the shape of a Y, coming from both of his collarbones and down and around his belly button. Something you had only seen in seminars and lectures about cadavers.

Simon had autopsy scars. Autopsy scars. No one in the world has ever had an autopsy performed on them - because they’re alive. Hearts beating, lungs inflating. No one in the world would have these scars, because autopsies are performed when the person is dead. Those insidious lines don’t fucking heal - the skin is stapled back together so the funeral home can dress them as pretty as they could, put them in an overpriced casket, give them a run of the mill funeral. You thought you were going to vomit.

You didn’t take more than second before your brain turned back on, seeing how all of the obviously new injuries were well taken care of - including the signs that the stitches had been torn and restitched over. There were scabbed over small lines on his sternum, scabbed over ring-sized dents in the middle of his bruises. Nothing looked as if they had to be cleaned, which made you wonder why whoever took Ghost would take care of his wounds after they beat him. It was strange.

You tore your eyes away from him and opened a package of sterile gloves, pulling them on and now examining the injuries. Nothing looked urgent enough to require new stitching, you were concerned that his ribs were fractured or broken.

You almost jumped backwards when Simon’s fingers grazed the outside of your thigh, your eyes met his. You could truly see Simon then. A shattered man, holding on by mangled threads.

Your hands were gentle as you inspected his face, seeing that the gash wasn’t too deep and the slice on his forehead was something similar to the ones on his sternum. You took a cotton swab, doused it in hydrogen peroxide and looked back at Simon. “This is gonna hurt, close your eyes.”

He closed his right eye which was in between the gashes, but kept the left one open - watching you. You worked quickly - disinfecting the wound and bandaging it, then did the same with the one on his forehead. It didn’t take you anymore than five minutes to sit back, discarding the used medical gear next to your case. Your eyes met Simon’s one now, since the other was covered by a bandage. “Are any of your ribs broken?”

Simon clicked his tongue and barely shook his head.

“Anything I need to take care of on your back?”

Again, he barely shook his head.

“Okay. I need to get you up.” You muttered, pulling off your gloves and tossing them aside, arms immediately underneath his shoulders as he let out a breathless groan of agony. You ignored the pang in your chest, opting to put all of your focus into helping him to his feet. And as soon as the man was able to stand, he almost buckled back to his knees but you were quick, pulling his arm over your shoulders and making his body lean into yours. You gazed over his shoulder, seeing nothing currently bleeding so you looked back to the floor.

The walk to your bedroom was slow, agonizingly slow because you kept thinking about him as his loud and heavy footsteps echoed in your apartment.

He had been missing for two months, taken by operatives of Makarov because he had forced you out of a warehouse before it exploded, and of course none of Task Force 141 were able to recover him from the rubble or from Makarov’s hands - until now.

God, you didn’t want to tell anyone. Let him rest, let him be safe - but you knew he wasn’t safe. He wouldn’t be safe until someone put a lucky bullet in Makarov’s fucking head.

As soon as you got to your bed, you tried to gently lead him to it but he didn’t care, he placed his knee on the queen bed and forced himself forwards and turning so he was able to starfish on the bed. He audibly groaned at the soft mattress. He really made the bed look like a damn twin size.

You pulled his arms onto the bed, trying to stay cautious and conscious of his body. He didn’t make a noise when you moved his legs apart and moved to the waist of his dirt-encrusted cargo pants. You made a mental note to wash them and switch your sheets. “Simon, I’m taking off your pants so I can see your legs and if you’ve got any more injuries.”

You looked up to him, seeing the slight nod before continuing. You unbuttoned his pants and began to tug them down his legs. You’ve pulled off his pants before, only a handful of times those very fleeting times where he felt safe enough to do so. You didn’t take the time to place the pants anywhere, you just threw them behind you. You examined his legs now, seeing matching purple and black bruises on both of his thighs and calves. Any open wound was stitched either cleanly or messily, obviously at different points in time. The pit in your stomach only grew.

This was your fault. If he hadn’t shoved you out of that second story window, you both would’ve ended up in the claws of Makarov and most likely still being tortured - since it took you pulling every string you had to even get him here to your apartment in Washington, DC. Your hands grabbed your white sheets, pulling them up to cover his body to his waist.

It was strange seeing his face, you felt shame for even pulling the mask off - but you needed to make an assessment of his injuries. You were sure he would probably understand as your hand then rested on his cheek, causing his eye open and gaze up at you.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled, placing your knee on the mattress to balance yourself. Your hand then moved to his longer dark blonde hair from his forehead. “Can I give you a dose of morphine?”

His fingers grazed your thigh again, your hand retracted from his head. His eyes held a look of longing once your touch had left, but he slowly nodded. You nodded back, moving off of the bed and away from his touch. You then rummaged through your bulletproof vest, finding one of your last single dose morphine shots and an alcohol wipe. You moved back to the bed, sitting near his left hip as your ripped open the alcohol wipe package with your teeth. You then wiped the top of his bicep, pulled the plastic casing off the needle and gently puncturing his bicep. He hissed in pain, you mumbled an apology as you quickly pressed the plunger down and pulled the needle out. You tossed the now used needle and wipe into your trash can on the other side of your night stand.

Ghost’s hand then rested on your thigh, your hand rested upon his as your eyes met his.

“You’ll be safe here, Simon. I’ll make sure of it, okay? Just sleep.” You gently rubbed the back of his hand, a hum rumbled in his chest as his eyes closed then.

If you had an ounce less of guilt, you would have leaned forwards and kissed his face - but you didn’t. You watched and waited with bated breath for him to fall asleep, and after a couple of minutes, he was out. You pulled his hand off of your thigh, opting to place a kiss to his knuckles before resting it back on the bed. You slid off, silently walking back to your living room. You turned off your gas fireplace, the flames flickered out in an instant. You then moved to the coffee table, grabbing the glass and the bottle of expensive wine before dodging the mess of medical supplies, grabbing your phone from the floor and retiring to your bedroom.

You closed the door behind you, moving to settle on the floor. You set the bottle and glass down, eyes watching as the Lieutenant’s chest slowly rose and descended.

Your phone felt heavy in your hand, you looked down at it and unlocked it. You pressed Price’s contact, writing out a message.

We have a problem.

A very tall and injured problem.

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#simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x gn!reader #simon riley x gn!reader #simon riley call of duty #simon riley mw2 #simon ghost riley call of duty #simon ghost riley cod #simon ghost riley x you #simon riley #lethalchiralium #lethal chiralium

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adventuretimeconspiracies · 8 months

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Is Jake dead? Fionna and Cake ep.4

I think that the clear implication that the first four episodes of Fionna & Cake has given us is that yes, by this point in the story, Jake has died.

Our estimation based on Finn's current design is that it's been 15+ years since the finale.

Finn and TV talk about Jake's love for the Fionna and Cake books in the past tense. "He loved that series"

Bearded, depressed Prismo watches video of Finn and Jake, and Prismo tells Fionna and Cake that Ooo is special because it "had [his] favorite guy" (implied Jake)

F&C-era Finn has the Jake chest tattoo that was seen in Obsidian (which has been widely interpreted as an in memoriam gesture). But, importantly: Prismo's flashback at the beginning of F&C ep3 shows Jake and the chest tattoo coexisting simultaneously. So what gives? What do we know?

The circumstances of Jake's death are unknown--just, in Together Again it's confirmed that Jake's death preceded Finn's death, when Finn was an old, old man.

We're going to observe Finn's known designs in an attempt to narrow down at what point in the narrative Jake dies. Between Adventure Time and Obsidian? Between Obsidian and Fionna & Cake? After?

AT finale end credits montage: Finn and Jake welcome ships of humans to Ooo.

Obsidian: bearded but skinny Finn shows up to help out PB. The Jake tattoo is here.

Fionna & Cake flashback: medium beefiness, hair contained

Fionna & Cake modern age: buff boy fullbeard, full-Mertens mane.

And then there's Together Again, death-aged Finn.

With that established, let's return to what very little we know about Jake's death. The first scene of Together Again, features a monster-induced hallucination where Finn loses Jake "again". Curiously, Finn's design in this sequence is his familiar teenaged design from the main series.

So, with teenaged Finn losing Jake "again," should we conclude that Jake died while Finn was teenaged? No. It's a mistake to take Finn's appearance in this sequence at face value. For starters, Finn has both arms here. This is old Finn's nightmare, and in order for him to feel the pain of losing Jake again, it's required that he thinks he's experiencing a time in his life that he and Jake coexisted.

The "Not again" line is preceded by a quick flash to old Finn's actual face and surroundings. Old Finn is the one saying "not again", scrambling to hold onto the dream of hanging out with Jake in his youth. It doesn't mean that Finn was that age when Jake died. His arm is proof this sequence can't be taken at face value. Jake outlived Finn's arm. We know this.

Our next piece of evidence that Jake died before the events of Fionna & Cake is the existence of the Jake tattoo. But, again, Prismo's flashback at the beginning of F&C ep3 shows Jake and the tattoo coexisting.

Soooo........? Is the tattoo not actually a memorial tattoo? I'm pretty sure that events played on Prismo's screen are just straight up supposed to be taken at face value. The scenes are totally divorced from the linear timeline. In ep 4, when Prismo says Ooo is special because it "had" his favorite guy, we see this scene with Jake and teenaged Finn. This is clearly the past.

The evidence would seem to suggest that Jake dies somewhere before Obsidian. Finn got the memorial tattoo. He never appeared again. Everyone talks about him in the past tense.

But there's that one pesky scene on Prismo's screen where he's alive during Finn's 20-somethings, concurrent with the tattoo.

So I will posit a few theories to you:

No body, no death. Jake is alive. He's living in a different universe now and that's why Prismo says Ooo "had" his favorite guy. Now Jake lives in the Crystal Dimension with Lady Rainicorn but can return to Ooo from time to time. Remember: rainicorns are native to the Crystal Dimension. We've even pointed out previously a pretty undisputed fan theory that Crystal Dimension rainicorn pup descendants were featured in Graybles 1000+. It makes sense that Jake would seek a future there. And I don't think it's out of character that Finn would get that tattoo as a sign of devotion to Jake when Jake makes that big decision to set off on his own. Jake will die later.

Jake has become displaced from time and had an unspecified number of adventures in future eras. (i.e. Jake is extracted from the timeline before Obsidian and presumed dead, but then appears sporadically at other times throughout Finn's life, like in the scene shown on Prismo's screen). @uncivilizedelk posted a video analyzing the F&C intro and concludes that time shenanigans are probably incoming.

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Theory 3 would be that Jake died via normal means after the scene on Prismo's screen but before the events of Fionna & Cake. And I'm sorry, but I don't buy it.

The whole thing screams red herrings and misdirections. I'd wager Jake appears alive at some point during this series in a large fan-pleaser moment.

Jake's death has been foreshadowed in this series for so long I just cannot imagine they'd let us off easy and have him die offscreen. We'll see it someday. Some way.

#adventure time #fionna and cake #fionna & cake #atimers #jake the dog #finn the human

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thesherrinfordfacility · 10 months

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ALSO okay but we've also gotten this promo pic:

and now im rather petrified that shax is going to be using this rift to her advantage? the sfx article said that this is her first major crisis on earth under her tenure and she leads an attack on the bookshop to retrieve gabriel (which we've seen other pics of)

my concern is that she and crowley seem to get pretty chummy which hey - he's allowed other friends i guess - but what if she uses this void between crowley and aziraphale to her advantage? im a little flummoxed as to how crowley would suddenly concede to aziraphale's thought process where protecting gabriel is concerned, so what if... it's faked?

like crowley decides to essentially undermine aziraphale so he can get gabriel yeeted back to heaven or hell (that's just details he doesn't care which), so he can have aziraphale back to himself again? remove gabriel from the equation and yay he gets his precious peaceful life back again with aziraphale?

alternatively to crowley being manipulated and manipulating in turn, what if it isn't crowley at all? what if shax starts impersonating him? i say this because (and @theeminentlyimpractical you may need to weigh in on this with your ✨timeline magic✨) we see the below screenshot that i wouldve put money on being after the argument and after aziraphale and crowley fall out for a bit... and in fact i thought the filenames put this encounter at ep3?

but in this shot crowley has short sideburns... so could it be that instead this is the real crowley, and long sideburns/different glasses/shorter hair crowley is shax impersonating him???

EDIT because the thoughts keep coming:

okay so lalie noticed that crowley in the photo with shax is wearing his 'going out top' aka the turtleneck, which we know he wears at the pub - this scene is more than likely at least halfway through the series, so unfortunately this is only feeding into my delusion that crowley might be conspiring with shax to get rid of gabriel, or she is at least attempting to manipulate him into crossing aziraphale at any rate

PLUS i took another look at the trailer and we have the below bit where the demons attack the bookshop, and it feels suddenly very conspicuous that crowley does not appear to be there...???

couple that with this shot of shax and the artwork of Crowley sitting on a hellish throne (?) with beelzebub, im wondering if crowley is again a) being impersonated, b) crowley is being held in hell against his will? or c) is somehow wanting to be there???? idk but in any case im getting icky sweaty palm feelings about this scoob

update: neil responded to me with a wait and see on this post and im scared for my life

#good omens #good omens season 2 #good omens speculation #crowley #aziraphale #shax good omens #brain go brrrr #not a shitpost but its good omens babyyyy

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