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One thing I love about Crowley --never stated, but consistently shown-- is that he is, at heart, an engineer.
I have a few different things to say about that. Let's unpack them.
As the Unnamed Angel, we see his designs for the Pillars of Creation are millions of pages long, comprised of cramped text, footnotes, diagrams, schematics, etc. It's very...Renaissance polymath, in the way it implies a particular intersection of artist and inventor.
Also: in the naked romanticism with which he views his stars.
We already knew he made stars, but in s2 we learn that he did NOT sculpt each of them by hand. He designed a nebula ("a star factory," he says) that will form several thousand young stars and proto-planets, and all --aside from getting the 'factory' running-- without him lifting a finger. We also learn that these young stars and proto-planets stand in contrast to those made by other angels, which are going to come 'pre-aged.'
...I'm reminded of Hastur and Ligur's approach to temptations. Damning one human soul at a time, devoting singular attention to it over the course of years or decades, and how that stands in contrast to Crowley's reliance on, quote, 'knock-on effects.'
Ligur: It's not exactly...craftsmanship.
Crowley: Head office don't seem to mind. They love me down there.
Hm.
I'm also reminded of the M25.
The M25 may not be as grand as a nebula (sentences you only say in GOmens fandom...), but LIKE his nebula it's an intricate, self-sustaining engine that does Crowley's work for him, many times over. Again.
That's some pretty neat characterization --and so is the indication towards Crowley's disinterest in victimizing anyone tempting individual people. It takes a considerable amount of planning and effort (and creeping about in wellies), but in accordance with his design the M25 generates a constant stream of low-grade evil on a gigantic scale.
Cumulatively gigantic, that is. Individually? Negligible.
But no other demon understands human nature well enough to parse that one million ticked-off motorists are not, in any meaningful way, actually equivalent to one dictator, or one mass-murderer, or even one little influential regressive. That's the trick of it. Crowley gets Hell's approval (which he NEEDS to survive, and to maintain the degree of freedom he's eked out for himself), and at the same time ensures that any actual ~Evil Influence~ is spread nice and thin.
It's some clever machinery. And he knows it, too:
The Unnamed Angel and Crowley are both proud of their ideas.
(musings on professional pride, Leonardo da Vinci, the crank handle, and 'the point to which Crowley loves Aziraphale' under the cut)
In the 1970's Crowley gives a presentation on the M25, projector and all, to a room full of increasingly impatient demons. Maybe the presentation was work-ordered; the 'can I hear a WAHOO?' definitely wasn't.
Before the Beginning, the Unnamed Angel can barely contain his excitement about his nebula. Aziraphale manages a baffled-but-polite, "....That's nice... :)"
11 years ago, Hastur and Ligur want to 'tell the deeds of the day,' and Crowley smiles to himself because (according to the script-book) he knows he has 'the best one.'
(Naturally, his 'deed' has nothing to do with tempting anybody, and everything to do with setting up a human-powered Rube-Goldberg machine of petty annoyance. Oodles of 'Evil' generated; very little harm done.)
Hastur and Ligur don't get it, of course. That's also consistent.
Nobody ever knows what the hell he's talking about.
It didn't make it on-screen, but, in both the novel AND the script-book, Crowley was friends with Leonardo da Vinci. The quintessential Renaissance polymath. That's where he got his drawing of the Mona Lisa --they're getting very drunk together, and Crowley picks up the 'most beautiful' of the preliminary sketches. He wants to buy it. Leonardo agrees almost off-the-cuff, very casual, because they're friends, and because he has bigger fish to fry than haggling over a doodle:
He goes, "Now, explain this helicopter thingie again, will you?" Because he's an engineer, too.
(It is 1519 at the latest, in this scene. Why the FUCK would Crowley know about helicopters, and be able to explain them, comprehensively, to Leonardo da Vinci?
...Well. I choose to believe he got bored one day and worked it out. Look, if you know how to build a nebula, you can probably handle aerodynamics. And anyway, I think it's telling that this is his idea of shooting the shit. 'A drunken mind speaks a sober heart,' and all. He probably babbled about Aziraphale long enough to make poor Leo sick)
Apart from Aziraphale, Leonardo da Vinci is the only person Crowley has any keepsakes or mementos of.
Think about that, though. Aziraphale's bookshop is bursting with letters, paintings, busts, and personalized signatures memorializing all the humans he's known and befriended over 6000 years (indeed: Aziraphale has living human friends up and down Whickber Street. He's part of a community).
Crowley doesn't have any of that. It's just the stone albatross from the Church (for pining), the infamous gay sex statue (for spicy pining), the houseplants (for roleplaying his deepest trauma over and over, as one does), and this one piece of artwork, inscribed, "To my friend Anthony from your friend Leo da V."
To me, at least, that suggests a level of attachment that seems to be rare for Crowley.
...Maybe he liked having someone to talk shop with? Someone who was interested? Someone engaged enough to ask questions when they didn't immediately understand?
...Anyway.
There's also the matter of the crank handle.
This thing:
This is one of the subtler changes from the book. In the book, Crowley knows Satan is coming and, desperate, arms himself with a tire iron. It's the best he can do. He's not Aziraphale; he wasn't made to wield a flaming sword.
The show, IMO, improves on this considerably. Now he, like Aziraphale, gets to face annihilation with what he was made for in his hand. And it's not a weapon, not even an improvised one like the tire iron.
He made stars with it.
[both gifs by @fuckyeahgoodomens]
If you Google 'crank handle,' you'll get variations on this:
Crank handles have been around for centuries. Consisting of a mechanical arm that's connected to a perpendicular rotating shaft, they are designed to convert circular motion into rotary or reciprocating motion.
Which is to say they're one of the 'simple machines,' like a lever or a pulley; the bread and butter of engineering. You'll also get a list of uses for a crank handle, archaic and modern. Among them: cranking up the engine of an old-fashioned car... say, a 1933 Bentley. That's what Crowley has been using his for, lately. But he's had it since he was an angel and he's still, it seems, very capable of it's angelic applications.
Stopping time. For instance.
(This is conjecture on my part, but, I like to imagine that Crowley has the ability to stop time for the same reason I can --and should-- unplug my computer before I perform maintenance on it. Time and Space are a matched set, after all, and in his designs in particular, one feeds into the other.)
I know everyone has already said this, but: I REALLY LIKE that when he needs to channel the heights of his power, he does so not with a weapon but with a tool. Practically with a little handheld metaphor for ingenuity. One from long-lost days when he made beautiful things.
(And he loved it. Still loves it --he incorporated that metaphor into the Bentley, didn't he?)
Let Aziraphale rock up to the apocalypse with a weapon: he has his own compelling thematic reasons to do exactly that. Crowley's story is different, and fighting isn't the only way to express defiance. And if you've been condemned as a demon and assumed to be destructive by your very nature, what better way than this?
He made stars. They didn't manage to take that from him.
Neither Crowley nor Aziraphale are fighters, really --they have no intention of fighting in any war. They'll annoy everyone until there's no war to fight in, for a start. But between the two, if one must be, then that one is Aziraphale. Principality of the Earth, Guardian of the Eastern Gate, Wielder of the Flaming Sword... all that stuff. Even if he'd prefer not to, it's very clear that Aziraphale can rise to the occasion, if he must.
Crowley was never that kind of angel. He wasn't a Principality. He doesn't have a sword.
...And yet.
It's Crowley who protects. He's the one who paces, who stands guard, who circles Aziraphale and glares out at the world, just daring anyone else to come near.
In light of everything else I've said here, I think that's interesting.
Obviously part of it is that Aziraphale enjoys it and, you know, good for him. He's living his best life, no doubt no doubt no doubt. But what about Crowley? What's driving that behavior, really?
Have you heard the phrase, 'loved to the point of invention'? Well, what if 'the point of invention' was where you started? What if where you end up involves glaring out at the world, just daring anyone else to come near? What is that, in relation to the bright-eyed thing you used to be?
What do we name the point to which Crowley loves Aziraphale?
...Thinking about how an excitable angel with three million pages of star design he wants to tell you all about...becomes a guard dog. Is all.
#good omens#ineffable husbands#aziracrow#Crowley#Aziraphale#good omens 2#good omens meta#unfortunately I do not have trains of thought#only long meandering strolls of thought#sorry about it#anyway tl;dr Crowley is a nerd#also I have a strange emotional attachment to the idea of 1500's Crowley...#...facedown in a pile of Mona Lisa sketches; drunkenly info-dumping about Aziraphale#and Da Vinci is just like. 'Ahhhh mio amico Antonio. You fucking simp.'
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the way dean has become the ghost haunting the highways because he can never go home
#sorry about it#this thought grabbed me and wouldn't leave#supernatural#dean winchester#the winchesters#you can never go home
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I don't know why, but I feel like a relationship with Vox would basically be "Meant to Be Yours" of Heathers: The Musical. Vox gives me JD vibes if you try to leave him.
(I was listening to the Heathers soundtrack while drawing and it popped into my head. That's crazy)
#hazbin hotel#vox hazbin hotel#vox x reader#hazbin hotel x you#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel vox#hazbin hotel headcanon#there's no way in hell that you can have a healthy relationship with that man#sorry to break it to you#/lighthearted#he's the type of guy that builds a fckin bomb just so you don't leave him /j#basically jd#Heathers is one of my favorite musicals#tw.yandere#its kinda yandere if you think about it#sorry about it#it's very obvious that Vox is a possessive jealous obsessive controlling manipulative annoying son of a bitch /hj
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These are all from a folder in my phone called "poorly made memes". there's no consistency here idk you can just have all of them.
#varying degrees of effort went into these and i think it shows#sorry about it#elisabeth das musical#rudolf affaire mayerling#my content#meme
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this is kinda not true but the idea was funny anyways hi flcl fans (2 people
#flcl#fooly cooly#I didn't think this far ahead#flcl haruko#flcl naota#naota nandaba#haruko haruhara#this is the first flcl post ive made#sorry about it
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On a personal level, I've accepted and gotten over the fact that evidently a lot of what I, a queer woman, like in fiction about queer women is considered "problematic" and "bad representation" by a lot of people and I just don't care at this point. Pure fluff with cinnamon roll characters is awesome if that's what you're into, and I support more of it existing for the people who are into it. But it's not what I'm into and it doesn't do a whole lot for me personally. I like women who love women behaving badly.I like slutty bisexuals. I like f/f couples getting to have the same level of angst and drama and complexity as everyone else. So you can tell me it's "bad rep" but I'm going to enjoy it anyway and I guess you'll have to send me to Bad Queer Jail about it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
#all the angsty f/f in dragon age is a feature for me not a bug#sorry about it#fandom problems#gwaren exports
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Choosing to believe that at least part of the reason fourteen said that was bc the master was in there
#sorry about it#thoschei#fourteenth doctor#doctor who#the master#doctor who spoilers#dw#slime speaks
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stargazer.
it’s cold out. billy’s hands shake as he brings the lighter up. the flame sparks color into the night.
steve’s eyes meet his.
billy’s hands shake.
he tells himself it’s still from the cold.
tells himself it has nothing to do with steve. nothing to do with the way steve wraps a hand around his wrist. brings the lighter closer.
the moments broken when steve lets go. closes his eyes. takes a drag of his cigarette.
billy fumbles to light his own.
“pretty.” steve breathes out. “don’tcha think?”
billy’s eyes flick up. he sees steve’s head tipped back. profile illuminated by the moonlight.
“the stars.” steve lets smoke pour out of his nose. “the stars are pretty.”
“yeah.” billy stares at steve. “real pretty.”
“don’t know the names though.” steve frowns as he looks up. “never learnt.”
“i do.” billy feels warm as steve’s gaze settles on him again. “i did.”
“tell me about them?”
billy lets his eyes drop to the space between them. something to focus on. “you want me to read your palm too, stevie?” he grins. teasing. “tell you your future?”
a shoulder knocks against his. “asshole.” steve says. voice too gentle. too fond. “just-” steve sighs in a way billy thinks he’ll remember forever. “tell me about them. please.”
billy tips his head back “yeah.” looks at the inky black sky above them. “yeah. okay.”
and he does. tell steve about the stars. and steve listens. listens like no one ever has before. like billy’s talking about something important.
like billy’s something important.
“you know” billy says. all casual. as if he doesn’t feel as scattered as the stars themselves. “there’s twice as many in california.”
billy watches the crease between steve’s eyebrows deepen. watches his mouth twist. confused.
“bullshit.” steve says. with a smile on his face.
“not bullshit.” billy taps a finger. ashes his cigarette. watches the cherry glow red. “if you go to the beach. to the sea.” he lets his eyes slip shut. “you just gotta look up. ‘n then down.”
steve hums. thoughtful. billy wonders what that means. what steve’s thinking. he opens his eyes again. looks up. to the one set of stars hanging over them.
“i think.” steve says. slowly. carefully. almost as if he’s afraid of his own words. “that there’d be three times as many.”
billy knocks his shoe against steve’s. “how’d you figure?”
their eyes meet. again. “you’d be there.” steve lifts a hand. taps billy’s nose. gently. brushes a knuckle over his cheeks. “with these.”
billy freezes. stares back at steve. eyes too big. too wide. vunerable.
“with-”
“with your freckles, stargazer.” billy feels his cheeks warm at the name. feels himself tremble. “three times as many stars.” steve counts on his fingers “sky, sea, billy.”
he says billy’s name like something meaningful. like it’s a confession.
billy stays quiet. doesn’t know how to respond. steve’s expression falls slightly. smile turning into something smaller. he goes to pull his hand back.
billy panics. grabs at his sleeve.
steve looks nervous. billy doesn’t like that. he wants to reassure him. wants to tell him.
can’t tell him.
has to tell him-
“four times as many.”
“four- what?”
“four times as many.” billy puts his cigarette out. holds steve’s wrist with his other hand. pulls the sleeve back. traces a finger over warm skin. “with these. four times as many.”
steve’s smile comes back. lights up his whole face. billy feels his chest tighten. he watches steve’s gaze fall to his lips.
“sky, sea, billy, steve.” steve says. whispers. loud enough for only the two of them to hear. the two of them and the stars. “i like that.”
and billy closes the gap. tightens his grip on steve’s arm as cold lips press against his. steve cups billy’s face. hands gentle. as if he’s something fragile.
maybe steve’s right. maybe he is.
maybe that’s okay. for tonight.
billy breaks the kiss. presses his forehead to steve’s. feels warm breath ghost over his lips. steve laughs. laces their fingers together.
“i like you, stargazer.” billy counts the moles on steve’s neck as he talks. “i like you a lot.”
#billy hargrove#steve harrington#harringrove#my words#they’re gay your honor#sorry about it#god *clenches fist* can you believe they’re holding hands and kissing this very second#that nothing bad has happened ever#can you believe it#well you better#me finding any opportunity to talk about billy’s freckles#it’s a problem at this point#an agenda#it’s fine though#they should be talked about#anyway#this could’ve been sad#it could’ve#but you know what?#maybe i just want them to kiss under the stars how about that#billy’s mom taught him about the stars btw#there’s the pain
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#there’s a lot of asterisks because I have a lot of thoughts#sorry about it#lambo and Roddy are incapable of following Matthias’s battle strategies because they like to run ahead#lambert egitte blaiddyd#matthias raoul gautier#rodrigue achille fraldarius#jeralt eisner#gilbert pronislav#l makes memes
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i guess i have to say this, then. okay. garak became a tailor because he was a spy for ages but before he did field work he was basically like an intern getting coffee for all the other agents and that job entailed basic computer hacking, organizing files, and - yes - researching cultures, creating species' profiles, presentations, and creating the clothing field agents needed to go undercover because replicated clothing has its tells. garak learned how to tailor when he was in his teens/twenties, and he hates doing it as an exile because it's like he's fallen all the way back to step one. does he enjoy it? sure, it became something of a habit and a hobby and he never stopped sewing to calm his anxiety, but he progressed in his career goddamn!! he made it nearly to the top!!! he practically was the Obsidian Order before he fucked up!!!! he can't be back at step one now, doing basic service class work like a fucking baby. it's beneath him. he belongs on romulus in a fancy lil sun hat with some shithead politician's dick in one hand and a knife in the other, as god intended. also could you please pass him the scissors so he can cut this excess thread and do you think this beading is too ostentatious or should he consider something a little more understated for this skirt or maybe
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if any of you watch bones i wanna know on a scale of 1 to 10 how bad does booth annoy you
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Okay, today sucked, but I finally made my list! The first part kinda ended up just being a story outline, but whatever!
HEADCANONS FOR THE KUZURYU HAREM AU:
Fuyuhiko and Natsumi are twins
Peko is their adopted sister
All the “tool” stuff still happened, but Peko is very slowly learning her own self-worth
Natsumi is alive, obviously lol
Hajime and Natsumi are in the same class
Most of their classmates are afraid to stand up to Natsumi, because she's in the yakuza
Hajime isn't, though, and he calls her out on shit sometimes
Natsumi is surprised, but intrigued
She starts hanging around him all the time and the two of them form an unlikely friendship
She invites him to her house one day
Hajime meets Fuyuhiko and Peko
Blurts out, “Jeez, is everyone in your family hot?” like a dumbass
Reactions are varied
Natsumi is laughing her ass off
Fuyuhiko is flustered as hell
Peko is kind of confused, but flattered
Hajime wants to die
But they get over it and have fun hanging out
All three of them take a liking to Hajime (platonically, at first)
They hang out a lot as a group
But after a while, they end up all trying to get more of Hajime's attention
Even Peko, which surprises everyone, including her
The fight for Hajime's attention gets more aggressive
The siblings all start inviting him to hang out one-on-one
Hajime is confused, but happy that he has three cool friends
Eventually Natsumi realizes that she likes Hajime romantically
She tells Fuyuhiko and Peko, hoping that it will get them to back off
But her admitting her feelings makes the other two realize that they also like Hajime romantically
The three of them fight for a bit
They decide to all confess to Hajime together and let him choose who he likes
When they do, though, Hajime is completely dumbfounded
Had no idea shit was getting romantic
He doesn't want to pick any of them until he has a chance to reevaluate his feelings for them
So he wants to wait to give them an answer
The siblings begrudgingly agree
But Natsumi and Fuyuhiko are impatient
So it doesn't take long for them to try to sway his decision
Both of them start flirting with him all the time
Even Peko starts coming on to Hajime, in her own way
But she has no idea how to flirt lol
The twins get more and more aggressive with their advances
Leading to a lot of sexy situations lmao
Antics ensue
Actual headcanons:
Natsumi feels extra bitter about Hajime not immediately picking her, since he was her friend first
Fuyuhiko didn't admit to himself that he was gay until he developed feelings for Hajime
Peko is struggling between her efforts to see herself as a person and her desire to make the twins happy
Hajime has no idea how he ended up in this scenario with three love interests, but he likes it
Natsumi likes to make Hajime take her on dates where he has to pay
Fuyuhiko prefers to pay for Hajime when they go out
And Peko prefers to stay in
All three of them steal Hajime's sweatshirts constantly
Hajime can never find a jacket when it's cold, because they've all been stolen
All three siblings have tried to cook for Hajime at different times, with varying results
Natsumi made a great meal that Hajime loved
Fuyuhiko burnt everything, but Hajime pretended to love it anyway
Peko followed instructions on a box and it was fine, so Hajime told her he loved it
Hajime tends to “accidentally” find their underwear sometimes
But he has definitely never done anything… weird… with it ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Hajime's neck and shoulders are covered in bite marks
Meanwhile the twins are covered in hickies
Peko is classy, so hers are underneath her clothes lmao
Natsumi and Fuyuhiko are both super loud during sexy times
Peko is much quieter
Also Peko prefers not to do much sexy stuff
Natsumi will insult and talk shit to Hajime right up until his dick is in her lmao
Fuyuhiko will insult Hajime around the others, but when they're alone he's much sweeter
Peko doesn't intentionally insult Hajime, but her bluntness can lead to inadvertent insults
The three of them will casually compare their experiences with Hajime, including all the dirty details
Natsumi once asked Hajime whose boobs he liked better, and he answered “Fuyuhiko” just to be an asshole
More to be added maybe? idk
#kuzuhina#fuyuhiko kuzuryu#hajime hinata#natsumi kuzuryu#peko pekoyama#danganronpa#sdr2#y'all like headcanons?#i like this dumb harem idea#also i'm totally making Hajime fuck all of them#sorry about it#hinatsumi#pekohina
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So. I saw a post about St. Agatha (really cool woman), and decide to look St. Agnes up, just to see any possible symbolism since Maggie is this type of author. Here is the story, I will let you came to your own conclusions.
At the age of 13, St. Agnes was full of suitors (since she was beautiful and rich), but she did not want to get marry, she was consecrated by God that liked her virginity a lot. The thing here is: all of this was before Christianity become legal in Ancient Rome, so when she refused to marry the son of the Mayor of Rome, he told his father about her faith.
She was arrested and (after a trial that everyone says was forged in many ways) was condemned to, between many other things, work in the temple of Vesta, the roman goddess of home, ceremonial fire and fireplaces, the protector of life. This punishment would serve as excuse to her not marrying anyone and keeping her virginity, since all the priestesses of Vesta ensured their chastity and purity.
She still refused to let go of her faith, even if just in the eyes of society, and said to the Mayor: If I refused your son, who is a man, how can you think that I would accept paying honor to a statue? My husband is not from this earth. I'm young, it's true, but faith is not measured by years but by works. God measures the soul, not age. As for the gods, they may even be furious, I don't fear them. My God is love.
The Mayor decided to give her a worst punishment then. She was exposed naked in a brothel at the Agnolo circus, in Rome, for everyone to see.
But God came in her protection and cover her in a celestial light, so no one could see her (a man that was trying to grab her at the time become blind, but St. Agnes was kind and pray for him, so God give his vision back in a way that he no longer could see a naked girl when looking to her, but the daughter of God). Her hair then start growing really fast to protect her body from being seem, even when the light vanish. A second man tried to rape her, and died in the spot, but St. Agnes pity him and ask God to heal him, so he resurrected.
The Mayor got really scared at the hole ordeal and send her to the vice-mayor to take care of, since he was a much crueler man. He tried to burn her alive, but the flames didn't touch her. So he tortured her in every way imaginable, but she kept her calm all the time. Then he demanded that they cut her head.
St. Agnes died at 13, virgin, unmarried and holly in all aspects. She was later declared patron saint of chastity, children, gardeners, girls, grooms, rape victims and virgins.
#St. Agnes Church#trc#the raven cycle#adam parrish#maggie stiefvater#I am a bit disturbed#sorry about it#Also#try to look up St. Agnes prayers
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