something new about aziraphale that i’m getting emotional over on this fine night (no one is shocked): i cannot stop thinking about the first scene of season 2. specifically i cannot stop thinking about the fact that even then, in a moment where both he and crowley even looked younger due to their innocence / lack of doubt or questioning just yet, aziraphale is already doing somersaults to worry for those around him. he doesn’t even KNOW this angel, and the idea that crowley could get in trouble for asking questions shouldn’t occur to him yet, but he’s still so burdened by anxieties and doubts for other peoples’ well-being and conditioned to protect others at his own expense (not to mention eerily close to seeing through Heaven for what it is). aziraphale is so fundamentally good, worrying about other people and caring about them before the very idea that bad things could happen to a fellow angel SHOULD have ever crossed his mind in the first place. and to me that disproves all notions that aziraphale is naive, because he’s been tragically aware since before the Beginning— and before crowley. which makes moments like the post-Job “what does that make me” scene even sadder because by all accounts, if aziraphale was familiar with what it’s like to doubt and worry before the Fall even happened, before he ever should have known what those things were, then he should have been one of the angels to fall, right? Wondering and doubting and worrying about things leads to a Fall, right? Only he didn’t. In a world in which there’s a line dividing doubtless, brainwashed, “happy” angels from doubtful, too-curious-for-their-own-good demons, aziraphale might just be the loneliest being in existence. he’s quite literally the sole person (that we know of) who stayed an angel but is forced to carry a burden that never should have been his, that NOBODY around him in Heaven has to carry. and he can’t ask about it because now he knows for sure where asking questions leads you, but he probably doesn’t understand why he has to carry that burden in the first place. the one he’s been carrying it since before Earth was even created.
Don't try to tell me that Tim isn't sugar-babying his partners and friends. Don't do it.
You're trying to tell me that Tim "Ultimate Nepo Baby" Drake-Wayne isn't spending ridiculous amounts of money to get Kon that vintage leather jacket he's been talking about? That he's not gonna immediately put his card down for the bill on a date?? Don't fucking lie to me you cowards, Tim will buy me my lawyers and take all of y'all DOWN.
you know that trope of tragedy being inevitable and characters being doomed by the narrative from the start despite their best efforts to break the chain of their fate?
I feel like our flag means death really just turned that on it’s head and was like…what if comedy is inevitable, actually? what if despite the pain, the heartache, the terror, the trauma, the death, the desperation to forcibly remove yourself from the light—what if you had no choice but a happy ending? what if you were destined to be loved, even when you kept gripping the shoulders of the narrative and saying look, I’m not good, I’m not worthy, this ending cannot be meant for me—even when you looked the narrative in the eye and begged it to kill you?
what if the narrative said look, laughter and warmth is the point—you have no choice but to choose live?