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Does Blame the Hero Still Occur in The Current Timeline?

In the most surmised form, the events of Blame the Hero can be summarised as followed: in 2033, Blame purchases and uses a time machine. A series of subsequent events occur, and the time machine ultimately ends up in the hands of Abraham Lincoln, who now resides in the late 1970s.

The short answer is that I believe the events of BtH are doomed to occur over and over again in an infinite cycle WITHIN The Original Timeline. I believe that every single instance of The Original Timeline existing always leads to The Current Timeline. However, I do not believe the events of BtH occur in The Current Timeline. This may seem quite obvious at first, but there are some sub-events that make the situation quite nuanced. Here's an excerpt from this post that contains some initial thoughts of this idea.

Firstly, let's account for the perspectives of the three iterations of Sebastian/Blame/Grandpa.

As I've established by now, I am a huge truther for Stuff & Sam occuring in The Elmer Revolution Timeline, just 15 years before the actual revolution begins in 2033. This is where the 2018 iteration of Blame comes in; yes he was initially from 2033, but he decides to stay in the year 2018 after encountering another version (Main Character Blame, who later becomes Grandpa) of his 2033 self. The important takeaway from this is that Current Blame is fully aware of time travel and it's implications, but decides against getting his tattoo changed in favour of re-living his life all over again in the year 2018, and gives his time machine to Main Character Blame. Current Blame is going to continue to age, and be 38 in the year 2033. He will have no incentive to repeat his past actions; meaning, he won't buy a time machine again and travel back in time and do those actions all over again.

Sebastian Hernandez on the other hand will grow up to be 22yros in 2033. Hold this thought for a second.

Remember: MC Blame (Grandpa) is from The Original Timeline, whereas Current Blame is from The Lincoln Lives Timeline.

So we know how MC Blame ends up in The Current Timeline as Grandpa, but how does Current Blame residing in The Elmer Revolution Timeline still end up also in The Current Timeline? Well, we've gotta remember that every single Timeline is operating off the Canon of the one that came immediately before it; they are NOT variations of The Old Timeline.

Let's also account for what happens to the time machines across the story too.

In ADATB and Episode 1 of BtH, Main Character Blame uses his time machine to travel back to 2018. Although it initially gets lost, eventually used by the Mingeworthies to travel to 1865, used by Delores Cowpussy to return to 2018, it ultimately finds its way back to him when he mugs Helen Brownstein and successfully convinces his younger self to get a different tattoo. In episode 5 of BtH, he loses the time machine again (this time in The Abraham Lincoln Lives Timeline) prompting that aforementioned cycle to also occur in this timeline too. He hopes to retrieve it from the Mingeworthies before they travel to 1865 this time, and although he's successful, that time machine is broken.

Current Blame, coming from The Abraham Lincoln Lives Timeline with his own time machine, drops it in the tattoo shop whilst brawling with MC Blame. This is what allows Tattoo Shop/Eldest Elmer to do his whole 1942 endeavour and create plans for The Elmer Revolution. Elmer returns the time machine to Blame, and this is the time machine that is utilised for the rest of the story until it ends up in the hands of a pensive Abraham Lincoln in The Current Timeline in the late 1970s.

Unfortunately, we're gonna need a very stark detour here but I promise it's necessary.

Starting chronologically in the year 1942, what changes to the framework of the canon occur in The Current Timeline?

Grandpa exists. He meets Clarissa, and has his daughter Kathy with her. He also meets Donna, and his son Elmer with her too.

Sometime in the late 1970s, Abraham Lincoln and Hitler randomly appear mid-brawl in an elementary school one day while Bryce Tankthrust is confessing her love to Bobby Best. Hitler drops a book, which Bryce retrieves, and decides to run away with Bobby and have a happily ever after with him. Yes, Bobby is sent to an orphanage for the rest of his adolescence, but the two of them eventually reunite in their early 20s. Bobby never goes to prison, never swears revenge against Bryce, and never has the motive to nuke the entire planet in the year 2033.

The Mingeworthies lives are relatively similar in The Old Timeline vs The New Timeline until 2016. This time, Bryce Tankthrust is now president instead of Donald Trump between the years 2016 - 2020. They never end up adopting/stealing Cockwaddle from Jurgen Klausvonschwitz, who instead grows up normally with his father.

The point of denoting these changes relates to a simple question: would Sebastian Hernandez (then Blame) in the year 2033 want to get his tattoo changed? We know he still gets the gang sign.

Here are the two schools of thought:

Yes, Sebastian Hernandez in The Current Timeline decides to change his tattoo.

Sebastian would purchase the time machine off of Craigslist and travel back to the year 2018. He would lose it again, as that particular plotpoint has no reason not to still occur. Whether it would end up in the hands of the Mingeworthies is debatable, and I considered exploring the possibility that is does, but without Cockwaddle I don't believe they'd have any reason to be at the beach on August 3rd 2018. Moreover, Jurgen would have no incentive himself to want to travel back in time to figure out the kidnappers of his child, as Cockwaddle was never kidnapped. MOREOVER, Cockwaddle himself would not travel back in time now, because the whole "that date" situation relating to his kidnapping/being forcibly disabled no longer happens whatsoever. Therefore, the scientist would never be shot nor come to the beach on August 3rd whatsoever, meaning he doesn't take the time machine from Dick Flicker, which means the Mingeworthies have nobody to steal it from in the first place. I think it would be extremely funny if Dick Flicker DID actually "sell that piece of crap on eBay," but I'll get to that in a moment.

This particular theory, although semi-outlandish, does have a few pros.

It would explain why there's a Blame (22yros) in The Current Timeline in the year 2018 and onwards without demanding an explanation of how Current Blame in The Elmer Revolution Timeline translates over to The Current Timeline too.

Under the assumption that This Blame's time machine was sold on eBay, he is left stranded with no way to return home to 2033. However, it also means that Tattoo Shop/Eldest Elmer never learns about time travel, which means he never makes plans for The Elmer Revolution, so that never takes place either.

It provides some clean conclusions on certain events definitely not happening, essentially making The Current Timeline a fixed timeline. While I love this theory for this reason, the next one does have a bit more weight to it imo.

No, Sebastian Hernandez in The Current Timeline does not change his tattoo.

In Episode 7 of BtH, (also The New Timeline if you wanna keep track, albeit in an extremely newborn/beta version) Hitler is murdered by Bobby Worst in the late 1970s before Hitler gets the opportunity to even invent a time machine this time. Yes, Abraham Lincoln still has THE time machine, but it's arguable that Sebastian Hernandez in 2033 would never be able to buy a time machine off of Craigslist in the first place. There is the assumption that the time machine Lincoln has IS the one that eventually ends up on Craigslist though, in which case this is the catalyst for the above theory occuring; that's how Sebastian would obtain the time machine in the aforementioned theory. In this theory we do not have to worry about time travel being involved in ADATB in The Current Timeline at all, which makes things infinitely simpler. It still explains why the Elmer Revolution never occurs, but we'd still need an explanation for how Current Blame transfers to The Current Timeline.

My theory for this? TBD!

All of this to say that The Current Timeline essentially becomes a fixed timeline after the events of BtH. The events of BtH don't need to happen in this timeline, but they also physically cannot happen no matter what forces try to intervene.

So what implications does this have? I will go more in detail in a specific post, but it primarily relates to the events of Stuff & Sam in The Current Timeline, funny enough. The BRYCE finale gave us quite a bit to work with regarding the Elmer cloning hearts stuff, and also the factoid that S&S allegedly occurs BEFORE 2016 now... in this timeline. I will make a post in the future detailing a revised version of S&S that contains what I believe to happen in an amended canon compliant to the current timeline way.

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ialwayscomewhenyoucall · 1 year

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I Have Spent All My Years In Believing You

Good Omens

Aziraphale/Crowley

for @reverseprompts #17

“Isn’t it just lovely?”

Crowley can feel Aziraphale beside him, wings vibrating with excitement, unnecessary heart beating a pitter-patter in his chest. Aziraphale is lovely, tartan waistcoat and all; Crowley doesn’t even have to turn to know his eyes are bright and his cheeks pink and his smile rivals any sun ever hung in the heavens. He’s like a renaissance painting, tartan notwithstanding. He would, however, rather face another apocalypse than actually tellAziraphale any of these things, so instead he just mumbles something incoherent about sand and water and lets Aziraphale go on beaming.

They’re on a secluded beach, waves crashing onto a stone outcrop across from where they stand. He’s not sure exactly where they are. Spain, maybe? They’ve been on this mad tour of Europe for months now, and Crowley tries not to pay attention when Aziraphale drives.* Pay attention to the road, that is. He pays plenty of attention to Aziraphale. His hands on the steering wheel, resting just where Crowley’s hands have been so many times over the years. The way his eyes dart from mirror to mirror and peer through the windscreen. His teeth, anxiously gnawing on his lower lip when he gets nervous.

Oh yes, he watches Aziraphale.

But all the Aziraphale-gazing means he has no idea where they’ve gotten to. He thinks they were in Spain when they woke up this morning. Not that it matters, in the scheme of things. Aziraphale is beside him, happily taking off his shoes and socks and—

“Angel?”

“Yes, dear?”

Crowley burns, being called dear. Fire in his veins, pumping from his heart. He wants more.

“Are we going swimming?”

What he’d wanted to ask was, Are you taking off your clothes, but he wasn’t sure he could have said that without combusting. And though both sides are thoroughly terrified of them, he didn’t want Aziraphale to have to go through the paperwork of having to get a new body for him. Besides, he’s partial to this one; he’s had it for a very long time.

“Goodness no! It’s May, the water’s still far too cold for that. And don’t give me any of that ‘you’re an angel’ business, you know I like to keep up appearances. No, I just wanted to feel the sand between my toes! You should try it, you’ll see.” Aziraphale wriggles his toes into the sand for emphasis. For a fleeting moment Crowley wants to be the sand. “Go on, dear. I do think barefoot will be the best way to make the climb.”

“Climb?” He’s vaguely aware that he’s been speaking in questions for the past few minutes, but Aziraphale doesn’t seem to notice. He only beams up at Crowley from where he’s sitting on the sand, gesturing at something behind Crowley.

“You didn’t think I could just leave that alone, did you?” Aziraphale’s smile is transcendent; Crowley knows he’ll do whatever Aziraphale wants. Take off his shoes and socks. Fling himself into the sea. Weave seaweed friendship bracelets, whatever.

He turns to see a sprawling walkway of boulders and concrete slabs. “Couldn’t we just fly to the top?” he asks weakly, already knowing the answer.

“Oh no! It’s not about the view, it’s about the experience!” Aziraphale gives him a pleading look and tugs at the leg of his jeans, at which point Crowley decides this is absolutely his favorite pair of jeans and he’s never throwing them out. “Please, Crowley?”

Heaven, Aziraphale should not be allowed to just look at him like that.

He wants Aziraphale to look at him like that every day.

Mutely he sits in the sand, slipping out of his shoes and socks and rolling up the cuffs of his jeans. Aziraphale has done the same, and when it feels oddly exhilarating to see Aziraphale’s exposed ankles he reminds himself that this is the 21st century and Aziraphale is no blushing maiden. But it makes him realize, out of nowhere, that the angel is always completely covered in layer upon layer of clothing. How many times has Crowley even seen Aziraphale’s bare arms?

The thought makes him shiver.

Crowley isn’t sure why they need to scrabble up the rocks like lizards, to grip the sandy stone with fingers and toes and unsteadily leap across some of the larger gaps. But Aziraphale glows brighter with every passing moment, a sun rising to his zenith, so Crowley just follows along and listens to the angel’s stream of chatter about the sea and the clouds and the gulls and the fish and the waves. Oh, the waves.

At the top Crowley expects they’ll walk along the path, but Aziraphale takes his hand** and leads him to the edge, where they perch on a large slab of concrete, legs dangling into empty space. They’re so close Crowley can feel the heat from Aziraphale’s thigh almost touching his own.

“This is why we did it, you know. Yes, we did it for music and food and books and those pesky humans we can’t get enough of, but this is truly why we did it.”

Crowley glances at Aziraphale, but the angel is gazing back so intently he has to look away before he loses all control and starts to blush. Or blubber. “We did it for beaches then?”

There’s a hand on his cheek, searing into his skin; Aziraphale turns Crowley’s face so they’re nose to nose. “We did it for us, you old snake,” Aziraphale says fondly, pulling Crowley’s sunglasses off. “For days like this. So I can kiss you in the sunlight.”

Crowley can’t blink, can’t look away. He almost panics before he remembers he only breathes because it's a habit.

“Did you—I thought I heard you say—I think there must be sand in my ears, angel, because I—” His head is spinning. Aziraphale said he wants to kiss Crowley. But he’s an angel. He’s so good. How could he—

“It’s quite alright, Crowley.” Aziraphale pats Crowley’s cheek gently before letting his hand fall to rest in his lap. “I don’t have to kiss you now, dear. Or ever, if you’d rather I didn’t. But I would like to. And I thought you should know.”

Crowley spent over six thousand years sweet-talking humans. He’d been so good at his job for two reasons: imagination and improvisation. Most demons didn’t have either of those, or if they did, had no idea how to use them. And if heaven had known the way to completely shut down Crowley’s talent was a few sentences from an angel, they’d have sent Aziraphale after him millenia ago.

The silence goes on a beat, and then two, and then a beat too long. He feels Aziraphale begin to droop beside him, a flower wilting for lack of care, and his own stomach begins to drop in reaction. Before he can think too hard he puts his own pale hand atop Aziraphale’s; the angel goes still, and Crowley gets the impression that he’s afraid if he moves Crowley will bolt like a frightened rabbit. Which is ridiculous. Crowley hasn’t been afraid for one microsecond of his existence.

Has he?

His brain goes into overdrive, running through six thousand years in a few seconds. It only takes that long to reach his conclusion: he has been afraid…but only of losing Aziraphale.***

“Angel,” Crowley says, his voice fragile, cracked.. But he looks at Aziraphale—his beautiful, golden Aziraphale—and he can’t find any more words. Perhaps, just this once, actions might be better.

Alright, he tells himself. You can do this. And of course he can. He’s Crowley. He just has to figure out how to do it without his face turning red, or his mouth tumbling out a load of rubbish.

And without any further thought he grips Aziraphale’s hand in his own and pulls the angel close. Just before their lips meet Aziraphale says, “Oh, my darling!” and then Crowley is launched into another universe.

Crowley has never been kissed before this moment. How often does a demon have opportunities for something so tender as kissing? But he’s quite certain that even if he’d had ten kisses a day since the dawn of creation nothing could ever measure up to kissing Aziraphale.

Aziraphale’s mouth is soft and warm, and he tastes like…like time, and patience, and sunlight. Before this moment Crowley didn’t know those things even had a taste, but now he knows they do, and those flavors are on his angel’s lips.

His angel. He feels it so strongly in this moment: the knowledge that Aziraphale is his, and that he is Aziraphale’s. They belong together. Not just because they saved the world together, or because of any Arrangement. Not even because of a long ago conversation in the Garden. No, they belong together because…

Crowley breaks the kiss, clawing at his chest. “What is this?” There’s a bit of a panic rising in him, but it’s nothing compared to the other thing. “It’s warm and bright and soft and I—”

Gentle hands still his frantic motion. “It’s alright, dear,” Aziraphale says softly. Earnest eyes look up into his own, and Crowley’s heart pounds in his chest. “That thing you feel. It’s…” He stops, and he gives Crowley the sweetest smile. “It’s love, dearest.”

“Demons can’t feel love.” The response is automatic, dry and bitter in his mouth.

“Rubbish,” Aziraphale says, firm but not unkind. “You are no ordinary demon.” Crowley makes a face. “No, don’t get defensive with me, I don’t want to hear a word of it. We’ve both known from the start that I’m not the everyday angel and you’re not the everyday demon. We’re different, and that’s why we—”

And then Crowley kisses Aziraphale again. He’s not exactly sure what point he’s proving, only that he’s got to be the one to prove it.

This kiss is less chaste. Crowley has been watching humans kiss for thousands of years so he knows how this works; he licks into Aziraphale’s mouth and is rewarded with a sound he’s never heard the angel make before, a sort of pleased moan. He does it again, and Aziraphale makes the same sound, only lower and more drawn out, and it makes his heart flutter in his chest. After a long moment he pulls away, panting, and buries his face in Aziraphale’s neck.

“Love you, angel,” he murmurs. The words are almost painful on his lips, but he knows he will say them again and again, anointing himself with the blessings of his angel.

Aziraphale runs clever fingers through his hair. “I know, dearest, I know. And I love you too. I have for, oh, a good long while. But don’t worry, it will be alright. I don’t think it will hurt too badly.”

Crowley chokes out a laugh. He doesn’t move; Aziraphale smells good, like old books^ and sweet apples, so Crowley just rests there, breathing in the calming scent of his friend. Of his… Well. Whatever they are to each other is far beyond any kind of human definition. Is there a word for someone who has been your everything for six thousand years and then suddenly tells you he loves you? It doesn’t matter, they’ll make it up as they go along.

They always do.

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*The fact that he lets Aziraphale even sit behind the wheel of his Bentley, let alone drive it, says far more than it doesn’t about Crowley’s current feelings about the angel, but Aziraphale doesn’t bring it up…so neither does Crowley.

**which he has not been imaging for several thousand years. Absolutely not. A demon would never.

***or of the end of the world…which is the same thing, as far as Crowley is concerned.

^How does he smell like old books when they haven’t been to the bookshop in months? In so many ways, Aziraphale is a mystery.

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The title is, of course, from Queen's Somebody to Love 💜

#lirael writes #reverse prompt challenge #ineffable husbands #sappy #fluffy #good omens fic #first kiss #footnotes #because how could I write good omens without footnotes??#I adore these two #a day at the beach #with *revelations*

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