#aziraphale has standards :D

[aziraphales-library]

Hi! Blogs like yours truly are such a blessing, every fandom should have one of these. It's so difficult to navigate large fandoms without them. I'd like to ask if you (or your followers) know of any human AU fics that make the implicit themes of religious trauma in the show explicit, where Aziraphale is in a cult or something the like? I've had a look at your crisis of faith tag and found a few, but I'm looking for more :) Thank you for your hard work!

Hello. Here are some human AUs involving cults and religious trauma for you...

Don't Ask by wyrmy (G)

Aziraphale's family always wanted him to keep secrets: secrets about their own controlling religious fanaticism. it's a hard habit to break.

Memory Lane Is Paved With Thorns by retiredseraph (T)

Aziraphale looked around. He was standing in the courtyard of his old church, which had a few trees but was mostly paved with pebble-laden concrete, which was all slightly blinding in the sunlight. People from the congregation moved around him as if it was an average Sunday after the morning sermon, going in and out of buildings, forming little groups, heading to cars, children running around. The usual. But Aziraphale didn’t feel like he had when this was the average weekly occurrence; cheerful and looking forward to changing into more comfortable clothing. Instead, it felt more like a sickly sweet poison was smothering him.

how to pay for my own life too by MostWeakHamlets (T)

"Growing up, Aziraphale knew long skirts and waist-length hair in braids." Aziraphale is raised in a religious cult that promises its members will all become angels when the rapture comes. He learns all the things a girl should know, but problems quickly begin to form when he attends school on the Outside. He starts doubting that girls his age are actually supposed to know how to deliver babies, mend clothes, and cook dinner for their 10 siblings as he's always been told. And he highly suspects that he's never been a girl in the first place.

The Drowning Men by karuvapatta (E)

Crowley was done with religion years before he met Father Aziraphale.

One and the Same Fall by ElliottRook (E)

Aziraphale Fell is a UK student attending an American Catholic school on exchange, an escape from a strict, conservative family. Anthony Crowley is a juvenile delinquent on his last chance, sent to live with his uncle and attend a school that promises to shape him up. When they cross paths at St. Bernadette's, they nearly instantly become friends, and nobody likes it--not the teachers, not the old-money students, not Aziraphale's family--but it's the best thing that's ever happened to either of them. Hanging over their heads, though, is Crowley's plan to flee the moment he comes of age, and what will happen after they're no longer trapped in the same gilded cage.

Millennial Blues by comicgeekery (E)

Aziraphale is a standard retail bookseller trying to make ends meet. One day a man named Crowley shows up with a flyer for a variety show looking for new acts. And, well, Crowley is handsome and Aziraphale has been lonely...and working on some magic tricks. What harm could a bit of light flirting do? It all should be fine as long as no one asks about his past...

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #adult omens #religious guilt #crisis of faith #human au #mod d

[ilovedthestars]

and also just. the way ambiguity in relationships is assumed to be romantic, too. see, i wrote that whole post a while back about how I loved ambiguous fictional relationships, with deep devotion but no clear label as to the type of relationship. i called it love as in significance--that's where my tag comes from. love as in being important to someone, in whatever form that takes.

and what I said then about how this applies to romance still applies--when I'm reading about a fictional romance, I'll be much more engaged with one that feels built on that foundation of significance than one that isn't. flirting, the trappings of modern courtship, those feel empty to me without the feeling that these characters already matter to each other. (this is why in real life I'm so perplexed by things like dating apps, or people who actively seek out romance with strangers--I just personally can't fathom the idea of wanting that kind of closeness with someone you don't already know and care for.)

but in regards to ambiguity....I feel like I've been burned a little. I loved ambiguity because it meant you could take many things away from it. other people could see romance, but I could see the kind of deeply devoted platonic relationship that, let's be honest, is incredibly rare in fiction. but I'm starting to feel frustrated by the way ambiguity is assumed to be romance, without an explicit statement that it's not. (I've joked about the obligatory "no hetero" moments that have to be inserted into the start of a piece of media that has a male and a female protagonist with any kind of relationship other than romance--the "not with those lips" moment in the D&D movie, for example. It's funny, and i appreciate it being made very clear, but it's kind of sad that it has to be.)

and...okay, there's an elephant in the room that i really should acknowledge. I was talking about it in that first post, but I made a point of never mentioning it, although i'm sure plenty of people guessed.

I haven't watched Good Omens season two. I'm not sure if I'm ever going to. When I first wrote about my love for ambiguous relationships back in February of 2023, Aziraphale and Crowley were at the top of my list. When I wrote about how ambiguity left room for anyone to see themselves represented, and how i wished that a little more space was left for aro voices, I was talking about them. I was frustrated by people who saw that ambiguity as "queerbaiting"--didn't they see that the story was already queer, that Aziraphale and Crowley cared so deeply for each other, and whether they kissed or not wouldn't change anything?

But they did kiss. And it did change something. I don't feel like there's a place left for me anymore. And there's social pressure to celebrate, to be happy for another canon queer love story on TV, and god I'd love to celebrate that, but I can't help but feel a little betrayed by a story that I thought would leave space for me.

(and yes, a kiss doesn't have to mean romance--but in this, in hollywood, it's assumed to. the creators and the audience both understand it as such, unless someone stops to say no, we're friends who kiss each other the mouth, we're subverting your expectations. because the expectations are inescapable.)

I've been trying to give myself the space to feel upset about this. To remember that aro stories are queer stories too. And I think I'm raising my standards. I'll take ambiguity--I'll take any carved-out space I can find. But I'm not sure I trust it anymore. I want explicitly platonic relationships with the level of love and devotion and care usually reserved for romance. I want to read and watch and listen to stories about people who are significant to each other without romance even being in the picture. I want love that isn't synonymous with romance. I'm going to stop feeling like I have to settle for anything less.

#stars has thoughts #aro thoughts #love as in significance #platonic love #amatonormativity #aphobia #sorry for not tagging this go2 spoilers but it's been a while and i think everyone's either seen it or given up avoiding spoilers #and i frankly don't want to put this anywhere near a good omens tag #also: as usual this is a complaint about broader media trends that can't be solved by a few counter examples #BUT i will still take media recs especially from fellow aspecs #i need more platonic love stories in my life

[bellsandhazard]

Ineffable husbands and corruption

Both of them are corrupting each other (in a good way ofc) but I feel like Aziraphale started - the way he basically unintentionally made Crowley ask questions, by telling him, they'll shut the whole universe down and Crow's creations will go to hell

But I feel like that that's the most Aziraphale "corrupted" Crowley to do the bad thing.

When Crowley fell, we see him on Eastern gate friendly, pleasant and nice to Aziraphale. Completely different from what we saw of other demons. We all thought it's because he saw this gorgeous angel and wanted to make a good first impression, but Crowley is just like that. He isn't like the other Demons. He understands morality and slowly "corrupts" Aziraphale do the right thing even if it's against heaven's intentions and standards. Aziraphale didn't have to teach Crowley to do good. He was good before he met Aziraphale. I'd say, Aziraphale gave Crowley the motivation, again unintentionally. But at core, Crowley is very, very kind.

What I'm interested in, is what happens when Crowley doesn't have the motivation anymore. When the sorrow and anger and angst finally take the better of him and he becomes a true demon with a big D (no pun intended)

I'd love to see him unleash his actual evilness, because from what I know, Crowley is going to suck at it so much because he is in fact good in his core.

(And I'm not afraid of saying he's nice, because all he's gonna do is push me to the wall and I wouldn't mind that at all).

And that again leads me to the power of love. I mean love in general, not only the love they have for each other. It's the love Crowley has for the universe. Not Earth in particular tho.

Aziraphale loves the Earth and loves people (he was one of the angels who worked on them after all)

And here we have the perfect quote:

Love is the death of duty

- Crowley being a lousy demon for his love of the universe and his angel

Duty is the death of love

- Aziraphale leaving Crowley to make heaven better

I hate how they're are working for the same goal, but failing in communicating it to one another.

#good omens #aziraphale #good omens spoilers #aziraphale crowley #crowley #good omen season 2 #good omens the kiss #crowly x aziraphale #go spoilers #good omens memes

[wizardmaster94]

Submitting!

When submitting a prompt, please be clear on if you want smut, fluff, or angst!

And if you wish for it to be only directly sent to you as well, such as if it’s an oc, that is perfectly fine!

If I don’t like something that was submitted I just won’t respond

But again, just please be as clear as possible! It would really help me make sure it is up to your standards!

Also, please say if you want it to be a one shot or a head canon type!

Things I Won’t Write!

Death of any kind (makes me uncomfortable)

Too much violence

Assault of any kind

Hate crime of any kind

Smut involved with gross bodily fluids

Anything sexual with minors (no I will not age them up)

Graphic description of su!c!de, s3lf h4rm, eat!ng d!sorders, ect. (But I will write them as mention ex: “I really struggle with harming myself sometimes, I just don’t know what to do.”)

Like anything illegal unless is drinking/drugs (to a limit) and some violence

Writing Rules!

First off, I am perfectly okay with smut, though it may not be the best in the world

I will write fluff and angst as well

I will write about any character, if I don’t know them I’ll still do it, just may not be the most accurate to character

I will NOT write any fem!reader or any fem character stories that involve smut, no way sorry

Characters who are minors will only be written as fluff or angst

I am okay with writing character/character, character/oc, and character/reader

For an oc, please include a picture or description of them and a bit of their personality and what they’re like!

To be clear, I will write fem characters, just not smut

Please give me at least a couple days to get your submission out! I am starting a job soon and school starts in roughly a month so things may be a little slow at times!

Master List!

Stranger Things:

Good Omens:

#stranger things #mike wheeler #will byers #headcanon #x Reader #eddie munson #good omens #ineffable husbands

[ilikepearszine]

LAST DAY TO APPLY! This is your final call - head on over to the form to fill out your info and submit. We can't wait to hear from you!

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OF NOTE: This zine WILL allow you to write in your own Good Omens Alternative Universe, so if you have a story of cafe shop owner Aziraphale meet-cute with flower shop owner Crowley, and a recipe for scones or a special tea blend that they worked on together, send it over!

We are thrilled to have a number of first-time artists and writers who have already submitted, along with those who have done zines before. We also allow for collaboration, so there is lots of support for everyone!

We welcome all food and beverage, be it from the show, the book, from the UK standards or from your own home country's cuisine. (We are rather worried about what Prince Beelzebub has for breakfast though).

We really hope you will join us! To the world 🥂 (end)

#good omens #good omens zine #cookbook #recipes

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

Bonus:

Why Aziraphale says, ‘Oh good Lord.’?

Neil Gaiman: Well, it wouldn’t do to make Crowley think he was too excited to see him, would it?

Bonus 2:

Neil Gaiman about this and paintball scene: He could have miracled away the paint-gun stains too, if he’d wanted to. But you saw the expression on Aziraphale’s face when Crowley turned up in the prison cell, and when Crowley vanished the paint-stains. It was the happiest he had been in ages.

#good omens #goodomensedit #good omens spoilers #david tennant #michael sheen #crowley #aziraphale #ep3 #french revolution scene #CROWLEY IS DRESSED AS A FRENCH PEASANT #albeit a stylish one #aziraphale has standards :D #script #3i7 #fun fact

[echodrops]

Good Omens Fanfics I Want to Read

1. The Arrangement is in full swing; they’ve started trading jobs based on convenience. Aziraphale's a bit nervous about Crowley’s ability to really thwart wiles and spread heavenly serenity--until the commendations start coming in. To the angel’s dismay, it seems that Crowley is not only capable of keeping Heaven fooled... He’s also exceeding all their standards. (The one in which Crowley is better at being an angel than Aziraphale is, and that irks Aziraphale to no end.)

2. The one where Crowley isn’t just the inspiration for the Biblical symbol of the serpent, but the inspiration for all human images of serpents, so when a witch on a Norse mythology kick accidentally invokes Midgardsormr, the crew now have to deal with Crowley being stuck in the form of a massive, Ragnarok-inducing sea serpent--and being proportionately put out about it. This is just not the kind of thing you want happening in downtown London.

3. The one where everything is the same except Aziraphale and Crowley never met in Eden. Or met at all. For some reason, although they’ve both been on Earth since the beginning, they keep justttt missing each other. (We might almost think things were being planned that way, mightn’t we?) But now the apocalypse is slated to happen, and it’s not going to stop itself. If Crowley wants to keep his plants and car and the rude little ducks in St. James’ Park, he’s going to have to do something he hasn’t managed to do even after considering it for 6000 years: actually talk to Earth’s angel.

YOOOOO, @akavincent found this fic!! IT EXISTS AND I READ IT AND IT WAS EVERY BIT AS MARVELOUS AS I HOPED; I’M OVER THE MOON. Please go read Maniacalmole’s “Not Too Late” on AO3! (I’d link but tumblr eats posts with links. But please go read it; it’s adorable!!!)

4. The non-Earth soulmates AU where angels and demons have been at holy war for thousands of years--until Aziraphale and Crowley turn up soulmates, throwing everybody off. You can’t just excuse someone from holy war, but separating soulmates? Even Hell won’t go that far. Aziraphale and Crowley have to simultaneously sort out what to do with themselves and all their very confused bosses, because there is just No Policy for this. (I.e., the one where Crowley and Aziraphale accidentally end the End of Days by simultaneously shirking work.)

5. A 5+1 collection of the temptations Aziraphale has performed in Crowley’s name (and the one he did just for himself). The Arrangement went both ways after all, and I want to see Aziraphale send some book burners to hell with a vengeance.

6. The one where, unbeknownst to Aziraphale or Crowley, the British government has known about their existences for quite some time. The fic is Outsider POV, written by the agents responsible for “keeping watch” over London’s resident cryptids. It reads like a guidebook to the care and maintenance of an endangered species (“Although the Soho Site presents itself as a public location, refer to Policy 8a.05 and exercise extreme caution when entering the bookshop; Angel A. is highly territorial”) alongside an increasingly confused series of observation reports (“Angel C. entered the Tesco Express near Blackfriars Station at 20:14 and proceeded to move all of the sales signs to items that were not on discount. Over the next three hours and 23 minutes, 102 consumer complaints were filed, two fights broke out over places in the queue, incorrect change was provided on no fewer than 71 occasions, and Miss Marjory Pennifeld, acting manager, was placed on administrative leave after a conveniently-timed surprise health inspection determined it was unsanitary for her to cry on the customers’ salad greens, whether the salad greens were on sale or not. Please see Addendum 76A for a follow-up report on the incident, written by Agent Blythe, who discovered the most likely cause was Tesco PLC’s decision not to restock Rum and Raisin ice cream through the winter season”). One thing is clear: all of the self-appointed “Guardian Agents” are very invested in whether or not the angels will ever successfully complete their elaborate courtship ritual the well-being and happiness of Britain‘s only (charmingly oblivious) supernatural beings.

crumbs_locket on AO3 is writing this one and it’s I N C R E D I B L E so far! The PLEASE GO TREAT YOURSELF by reading it: A Compilation of Observation Logs on Soho’s Only Supernatural Beings: archiveofourown.org/chapters/49262264

Ishomoogoo is also writing with this prompt and her series is soooo charming! MAKE SURE TO READ THIS ONE TOO!!: Tales of the Agency that Absolutely Doesn’t Exist (Stop Asking): archiveofourown.org/series/1521377

#good omens #ineffable husbands #Crowley/Aziraphale #Crowley #Aziraphale #Good Omens Fics #Fic Prompts #someone write these for me #I don't have time myself #but as always #I HAVE A MIGHTY NEED

[kitcat-italica]

Headcanon/Theory about Crowley's hair:

The longer it is, the more relaxed he is. The shorter it is, the more stressed he is.

Let's break it down:

1. Eden:

Hair length: not just shoulder-length, but CURLY.

Stress level: Snek boi just got his new body! And his first job, which he didn't fuck up! Baby is ready to tempt and explore this brave new world! What could possibly go wrong!

2. The Ark:

Hair length: e v e n l o n g e r t h a n E d e n. Little braids in there. An absolute Glamour Look™

Stress level: honey was having a good day! Wandering around with God's chosen people, causing trouble, sipping date wine without a care in the world! Then he sees that gorgeous angel he talked to all those years ago and his day just got 1000% better! (Hello, Aziraphale!!!) Look how happy this demon is!

(Until he finds out the Ark is being built because the world's gonna flood. But he didn't know that when he was doing his weave that morning!)

3. Golgotha

Hair length: still long, but hidden behind her hood

Stress level: things are technically going well for Hell (the supposed Messiah is being executed), but she's pretty somber about it. The minute she leaves, honey is getting a stress haircut.

4. Rome

Hair length: SHORT. SHORT FOR THE FIRST TIME WE'VE SEEN. SHORT HAIR ALERT, IT HAS BEEN 0 DAYS SINCE OUR LAST STRESSED CROWLEY INCIDENT

Stress level: he's been disillusioned by humans after this long, and to top it all off, he's on assignment to corrupt Caligula. He's damn near close to burnout at this point. Someone give him some oysters and friendly banter pls

5. Wessex

Hair length: unknown. Fucking helmet.

Stress level: unknown. On one hand, he's camping with his ruffian friends making Dramatic Evil Speeches at whoever crosses their path. On the other hand, he'd rather stay home rather than do all this work for nothing. Plus, it's cold and damp. Ew.

6. Globe Theatre

Hair length: LONG AGAIN. LONG AND LUSCIOUS AND FLOWING. THE SORT OF GORGEOUS MANE THAT ANY MAN WOMAN NB FRIEND OR ANGEL WOULD WANT TO RUN THEIR FINGERS THROUGH. THE GOATEE DOESN'T EVEN DETRACT FROM THAT, AND THE FACT THAT HE IS SO HAPPY HE CAN EVEN LET HIS FACIAL HAIR GO I JUST—

Stress level: back to low! Babe is comfortable again! England's in a golden age, he's not seeing the horrors of the 14th century anymore! And perhaps most significantly, he's been seeing Aziraphale more often due to the Arrangement. Seeing your friend often reduces stress levels! Danger? Uncertainty? Stress? Who is she???

7. Bastille

Hair level: probably sort of long, but it's kept close from all those wig roll things

Stress level: I swear to Satan, angel, if you put your neck literally on the line just because you want to flirt with me in a prison cell, I will withhold crepes from you for an entire week—

8. Victorian England

Hair length: short again

Stress levels: high again. Sweetie is taking the threat to their relationship seriously now. He's got to ask for the equivalent of enriched uranium from his Best Friend, and then Best Friend says no. And they actually fight. Stressed demon is stressed :(

9. The Blitz

Hair length: short. Dapper, but short.

Stress level: It's WW2. He's got to walk over consecrated ground. The last time he saw Aziraphale, they had a pretty bad argument. Who wouldn't be stressed?

10. 1967

Hair length: slightly longer than the last time we saw him. Still relatively short by Crowley standards.

Stress level: Less than before, because 1. It's not WW2 anymore, and 2. He gets to plan a fun little heist! Being all sneaky, creating elaborate plans, looking like A Cool Mysterious Person! But, it's all so he can get holy water so he can protect himself from fellow demons, so life is not all demonic sunshine and rainbows.

11. Disco era

Hair length: still short by Crowley standards, but now we have THE MUSTACHE

Stress level: Honey is starting to just Let. Go. Gotta make a presentation to Hell? Who cares! Gotta move some markers across the field at night? Where's my Fuck Shit Up jacket! I'm gonna dance terribly with Hastur and Ligur with a giant pin in front of a Technicolor CGI backdrop, and everyone else just has to fucking DEAL WITH IT. Nothing can stop me now. I am ferocious. I am sex on legs. I am Tony With The Stache

12. 2008

Stress level: He's been having a good few decades. He's got his holy water insurance in a safe. He's got his intricate plans to fuck with London. He's got his best friend back. He's got an outfit that slays. He is living. His. Best. LIFE.

13. Nanny Ashtoreth

Hair length: getting down to his shoulders again! Baby is using conditioner daily, and it shows. He stops traffic with that bright red shine!

Hair length: pulled back and curled, but he lets it down when he reports to Hell.

Stress level: torn between confidence that the plan will work, and worry that it won't. Still, stress won't stop him from serving looks on a double-decker bus!

14. Armageddon Week

Hair length: short, but with its little floof on top.

Stress level: It's the end of the world we're talking about! He's gonna have to either hope his plan worked (it didn't), kill the kid to save the world (which he's not thrilled about), or fuck off the entire planet and leave behind the world he's fallen in love with (which...how sad is that?). This poor demon might as well change his name to Anthony S Crowley, because Stress is now his middle name :(

15. South Downs cottage

Hair length: DOWN TO HIS FUCKING WAIST, AND THERE'S NO STOPPING IT FROM THERE. HONEY HAS WEAVES AND BRAIDS IN IT LIKE A DAMN TAPESTRY

Stress level: He's got a quiet little retirement home by the sea. He gets to choose how to spread his brand of mischief. He gets to live with his best friend and love of his life!

Stress who? Never met her. He's too busy being So Goddamn Relaxed it should be illegal.

#good omens #crowley #crowley's hair #my fandom thoughts #listen I just want good things for crowley #is that too much to ask for

[amuseoffyre]

Don’t mind me. Am just enjoying the fact that when getting ready for their lunch date, Aziraphale doesn’t just switch up his outfit, but changes it into his boyfriend’s colour palette. Right up to the red on top of his head.

I know, I know. It’s the warden’s clothing, but let me enjoy Aziraphale in black and red for a bit longer, especially with the ruffly frilly white nonsense peeking out from under it, because he still has standards, gosh dang it.

(Foreshadowing, people, Aziraphale in disguise Crowley’s colours to avoid execution :D)

#good omens #silliness #aziraphale #crowley

[lady-divine-writes]

Malfunction (Rated T)

Summary:

Where Aziraphale learns never to trust anything installed inside a demon-owned car. (1295 words)

(AO3)

“Tell me how this works again?” Aziraphale asks, peering at Crowley’s latest splurge – a new, state-of-the-art stereo for his Bentley - as if it were an exotic insect preserved in alcohol.

With both curiosity and disdain.

The idea of getting such an expensive, modern device for a vintage vehicle strikes Aziraphale as both ludicrous and artistic; a thought provoking installation that shines a light on man’s constant struggle between upholding the robust beauty of the past while glorifying the frivolity of present, melding two separate eras that stand in definitive contrast of one another – one an era where money was scarce and luxury items were built to last as juxtaposed the current time where luxury items are built with the knowledge that, in anywhere from a year to a few months, they will be obsolete.

All of this made more ridiculous by the fact that the stereo isn’t actually attached to the vehicle. It sits firmly in a slot Crowley created and runs on demonic willpower, like everything else in his car.

Which, in retrospect, makes it a perfect fixture in Soho, parked outside Aziraphale’s run-down old bookshop.

“It’s voice activated, angel,” Crowley explains for the fifth time while pulling up in front of his flat. “You say Jukebox to turn it on, tell it what song you want to hear, and provided that song is in its memory, it plays it for you.”

“And why is that necessary? It’s just as easy to press a button, isn’t it? Besides, your car only plays one album.”

“It’s not necessary.” Crowley smirks. “But it’s new. And it’s fun. Besides, now I won’t have to take my hands off the wheel if I want to switch songs.”

“No, but you’ll still take your hands of the wheel to use your phone, grab your glasses out the glove box, drink …”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, well, 10% more safe is better than zero percent, right?”

Aziraphale blinks at him. “This is the most asinine conversation I think we’ve ever had.”

“Way to lower the bar there. Besides, I know for a fact we’ve had way more asinine conversations than this one. Now sit tight. I’m gonna pop in for a second, grab a few things, then we’ll be off. Meanwhile, I’ll leave the two of you to get acquainted.” Crowley climbs out of his car and closes the door behind him. “Have fun.”

“Oh yes,” Aziraphale mutters. “Loads, I’m sure.” He examines the stereo closely. He may not have a clue as to how the thing is supposed to work, but it has a plethora of interesting buttons. He gives one a try, and news radio fills the air. He smiles. “Well, well, well. Intellectual conversation. That’s something we’ve never heard in here before. Let’s try another.” He presses a button marked media. It switches to a library of music installed in the stereo’s memory. “Goodness, that’s a lot of songs,” he remarks, scrolling through the list with his finger. He scrolls and scrolls, but the list keeps going, displaying a multitude of new songs that Aziraphale doesn’t recognize. He barely gets through titles starting with the letter D when he decides to scroll back to the beginning and go through the songs one by one. Who knows how long Crowley will actually be? He might as well occupy himself.

On the way back to the top, one song title catches his eye.

“Blow Me One Last Kiss.” He smiles. ‘That sounds nice, doesn’t it?’ he thinks. ‘Sounds like the title of a big band standard.’ He reaches out a hand to select it and give it a listen, but has second thoughts and drops his hand back to his lap.

Crowley said his stereo was voice activated. Aziraphale thinks that’s excessive. He could just press it. The song selection is right there, lit on the display in front of him, a foot from his fingers. But like his computer, his calculator, his cash register, and his coffee maker, he does like the idea of technology that lets him ask it to do things for him and it obeys.

It seems so polite for a stereo in a demon-owned car.

Why not give it a shot?

He clears his throat and says, “Jukebox.” The stereo beeps. Then it says in a pleasant, female-sounding voice, “Jukebox activated.”

“Ah, okay!” Aziraphale says excitedly. “Play Blow Me One Last Kiss … uh, please.”

On the digital screen, a round circular icon spins, searching for his selection. Of course, the icon is actually spinning right on top of said selection, and Aziraphale thinks, ‘Why can’t it just look behind it and see it there? Seems kind of daft for such a high-tech gadget.’

After a few more seconds of spinning, the screen goes back to the original stereo menu and the female voice says, “Command not recognized. Please try again.”

Aziraphale jerks back, stunned that it didn’t work. Crowley made it sound so simple. “O-kay. Juke-box,” Aziraphale tries again, speaking slowly and more clearly this time, “play Blow Me One Last Kiss.” He omits the please against his better nature since that seemed to muddy up the waters last time.

The spinning icon returns, sticking around a hair longer, and Aziraphale is certain it’s got it now. But the icon disappears, the menu returns, and the voice says, “Title not recognized. Try less words or make another selection.”

‘Less words.’ Aziraphale sighs. ‘Why would the whole title be listed if I have to use less words? All right, cheeky stereo, let’s go with that …’

“Jukebox, play Blow Me One Last.” He frowns at how awkward that sounds, biting his tongue not to add the word Kiss to make it complete.

The circle icon spins on the screen. This time around, it blinks on and off, and Aziraphale smiles triumphantly. ‘There we go!’

But after the last blink, it returns to the menu.

“Title not recognized. Try less words or make another selection.”

“Jukebox …” Aziraphale says, getting slightly irritated, “Play Blow Me One.” And as frustrated as he is, he can’t help snickering right after because that just sounds dirty.

Aziraphale knows what the stereo will say after that laugh. He only has himself to blame for that one.

“Title not recognized. Try less words or make another selection.”

“Fine.” ‘You want less words, I’ll give you less words. But after this, I’ll just press the damned button myself!’ “Jukebox,” Aziraphale says, slowly, commandingly, and a little testily. “Blow Me.”

“Uh …”

Aziraphale sighs. He leans back in his seat and closes his eyes.

Ah, Crowley. Perfect timing, as always.

One might even say occult.

Because there’s Crowley, standing outside the driver’s door with his hand on the handle, staring through the open window at the done and defeated angel.

Meanwhile, the stereo announces, “Playing Jukebox, Blow Me One Last Kiss,” as if it had been cooperating with Aziraphale all along.

More like it had been waiting for just this moment to make a fool out of him.

To add insult to injury, it’s not a big band standard.

“So,” Aziraphale says in the tense silence that stretches between angel and demon after the song starts, “did you get what you needed?”

“Yup.” Crowley snickers. “Did you?”

“What exactly is that supposed to mean?”

“Do you need me to give you a few more minutes alone with the car, or …?”

“Oh for Heaven’s sake!” Aziraphale turns off the stereo mid-song and starts rummaging through Crowley’s collection of cassettes, looking for one he even vaguely recognizes.

“What are you doing? I thought you got the stereo to work … after a little forceful persuasion.”

“I’m using the old radio,” Aziraphale says. “As far as I’m concerned, your new one’s on time out.”

#good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley x aziraphale #aziraphale x crowley #frankie writes #fluff

[aziraphales-library]

Hello! Thank you for the countless times you've recommended my works, I appreciate it 🥹 I wondered if you have any short, fluffy oneshots with domestic husbands kissing. There can be smut, I'm indifferent. I just really want some domestic husbands kissing and being cute and adorable

Hi! We have lots of fics on our #fluff, #domestic fluff, and #kissing tags. Here are some short fics to add to the collections...

Home is just another word for you by Onomatopoetikon (G)

Crowley has never understood the human obsession with the concept of home. For millennia he has heard humans tell stories and sing songs of home – leaving it, finding it, building and returning to it – but he has never understood it. Not until he almost lost it.

The Quiet Moments by My_Dialect (G)

Aziraphale and Crowley spend a quiet afternoon together, enjoying each other's company and reflecting on their long history together.

Drunk (and not so drunk) Shenanigans by Fire_Traveller (T)

Since it's a rainy day, Aziraphale and Crowley find themselves stuck in the bookshop with nothing better to do than to get thoroughly sloshed and ramble on about nothing in particular. They will eventually sober up, though...and Aziraphale might just have another idea what to do to pass the time with each other... Things turn rather suggestive at the end, but there is no on-screen smut here - we'll leave that to the privacy of a certain angel and demon...

Baby, You Can Drive My Car by CopperBeech (T)

Avert the Apocalypse? Check. Move to the South Downs like respectable retirees? Check. Break a six-thousand-year habit of careful distancing? Not so fast. But Aziraphale does have one thing he'd like to check off. “Crowley, are you going to let me try this or not? You said you had nothing on today. We don’t live in London any more, the omnibus only runs three times a day and twice on Sundays, it’s completely unfair to expect you to ferry me everywhere. I just need to learn the basics. Once I’ve mastered them I’ll choose an automobile of my own. I wouldn’t presume to take the Bentley out any old time."

Just an ordinary day at last by 5ftjewishcactus (G)

Books, Food, and Crowley. Aziraphale's most favorite things. And he gets to spend an entire day enjoying all three. Just a normal day in a post-apocalypse world for an angel and his favorite demon.

to us, fortuni by enbymegumi (G)

Aziraphale feels himself start to sweat. He looks down at his rippling, steaming tea. “Crowley and I… we’re not actually married. We’re just friends… I think. Best friends. Partners.” There’s a long silence. It’s been a while since Aziraphale had sat through something so awkward. The last time had been when he’d dragged Crowley to see the film Sausage Party (2016) in theatres, only to find out that it was not, in fact, a deeply moving children’s cartoon about food. “Now, that can’t be true.” Madame Tracy’s voice is quiet. --- or: everything's always been so easy and comfortable between aziraphale and crowley. until aziraphale begins feeling the pressures of human standards and definitions of love... help comes from an unexpected quarter!

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #fluff #domestic fluff #kissing #short fic #mod d

[nayladoodles]

Nervous Rhythm

This idea popped into my head after reading @professorflowers reverse au. Poor Zira.

I just kept thinking about how Zira would react to my au Aziraphale. My bean is extremely anxious in new places and often has anxiety attacks that are so intense he can't speak at all. Annnnyways enjoy~

Warning: Mention of anxiety attacks, panic attacks and paranoia. Self hatred and distress.

The sound of tapping drew Zira's attention as he walks past a café. He is one his own as Crowly is busy with some heaven related task or another but promised he'd be back in a week. He also promised to call and text Zira whenever he could. This left the mute demon a bit bored and all around lonely aside from Eve who Crowly left behind to keep him company. The cardinal is asleep at Crowly's apartment in his indoor garden. Zira decided a walk might help his nerves and the feeling of being stir crazy without Crowly there until Sunday. Curious about the persistent tapping coming from a table Zira wanders into the outdoor dining area.

Az nervously taps his chopsticks on the table as he waits for his sushi to arrive in a desperate attempt to keep himself calm in this very unfamilar place. New places are normally fine for him so long as his husband or friends are with him to help him around. Being thrust into a new location out of the blue without warning scares him and triggers his paranoia that something will go wrong. He could barely get through ordering food without tears. He misses his husband and has no idea where the heaven he is aside from it being somewhere in England. He's very glad he learned morse code to help Crowly when he has a really bad panic attack. Right now he seems fidgety but is tapping out his calming mantra to ease his rising anxiety.

Zira watches the man curiously wondering if he's simply practicing using chopsticks or if he has a song stuck in his head which happens to him often enough with the music Crowly listens to. The last song he got stuck in his head was called Happier by Bastille which is catchy despite being about a break up. Some people wave to Zira smiling at him. He waves back with a shy smile as he aporoaches the man tapping his chopsticks against the tabletop in a rhythmic pattern. Definitely got a song stuck in his head. Zira decides listening to the unfamiliar rhythm of the bamboo against the metal tabletop. He goes closer to the man surprised when he looks up sharply even though Zira is avout five feet away from him. Zira finally gets a look at his face and finds the oversized vintage glasses on his face very fitting. His eyes are a washed out blue/gold gradient and freckles dust his cheeks and nose some dark brown and others golden. Zira waves to the man who is gripping his chopsticks tighter the tapping having stopped when the man looked up. The man does not respond to Zira's wave making the demon a bit sad and confused. Maybe the man is shy around strangers? The chopsticks are starting to crack in the man's tight grip.

Az is so close to dropping and he can't stand the feeling. His anxiety and paranoia are suffocating him despite the mantra he taps out. He hears someone aporoaching and stops tapping his chopsticks his paranoia immediately causing him to assume he has annoyed someone and that he is going to be scolded or told to leave. Tears well up in his eyes as he struggles to rein his emotions in before he causes a scene. He can't breathe as the bamboo snaps under the pressure of his fingers.

Zira watches the bamboo snap and realizes something is off about the man. He senses a wave of negative emotions coming off him and it clicks. Anxiety. Panic. Other people are staring at the man with concern. Zira goes over to him and signs asking the man to take a deep breath. The sign goes ignored like his wave had. Zira is a bit annoyed by his attempt to help going ignored but, tries again to get the man's attention. He gets no response once again and becomes frustrated. The man needs to calm down and quickly before he ends up fainting from hyperventilation. Remembering the tapping Zira picks up a broken chopstick tapping it against the table trying to recreate the rythm he heard earlier. The man gtips his wild pale gold curls trembling and taking short shallow breaths.

This is all my fault! If id just been quiet! Now they're all mad at me! Mocking me with their chopsticks! I'm so stupid! Az thinks to himself as he hears the tapping restart. The rythm is wrong making his panic even worse as the tapoing begins to echo loudly in his ears.

"One Sunrise Special for Az?"

The waiter talking pushes Az over the edge and his wings manifest abruptly sending the sushi and soy sauce tumbling onto Zira and the confused waiter. Az stumbles to his feet fleeing the cafe not turning back tears running down his cheeks.

Zira wipes sauce off his face tears in his own eyes as the man flees crying. Was his tapping that bad? He turns to the waiter and pulls him up giving him 10£ for the sushi. Sticky and dejected Zira turns to walk back to the angel's empty apartment. Snifflingbthe demon lets his head wings pop out hiding inside them. He gets back and takes a bath sitting in the water sadly his small wings dropping as he cries. Eve flies into the bathroom landing on his head sensing his distress. He titters softly making Zira sniff again. Eventually the demon dries off draining the tub and puts on pyjamas going into the living room and sitting at the table. Eve follows him landing on the wood and nudging his hand. Letting out a soft hic Zira pets the cardinal who nuzzles into the small wings on his head. He lets Eve play with his feathers not in the mood to move. He doesn't move all night still upset the man was so distressed because of him. Frustrated he picks up a pencil and starts tapping it against the wood like the man had been doing the day before only for the rythm to be wrong. Frustrated he tries again and fails to replicate the rythm he heard. Rubbing his tear filed eyes Zira tries again and again and again. Sniffling Zira hics as he cries frustrated about being unable to help the man. He's a demon with standards after all. Being evil just isn't his forte. Laying his head on his arms he begins to tap the pencil again with Eve nestled in his hair as he snoozed. He sniffs again tears dripping onto the polished wood. As he taps the rythm is still wrong and he throws the pencil down with a frustrated sob. He hides inside his wings crying softly Eve still nestled in his hair.

"Zira?" His head snaps up and he sees Crowly standing there with his faded messanger bag over his shoulder. Zira stands and runs over hugging his angel and crying softly into his neck. Crowly hugs him back nuzzling his swan. "Missed you too." He hums rubbing the demon's back gently. Crowly lets him go pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Once he made a cup of tea Crowly settles with Zira curled up against his side as the demon taps his arm gently and rythmicly. "When did you learn morse vode Zira?" The demon starts explaining in sign wgat happened yesterday.

"...he wasn't ignoring you." Crowly says quietly. Zira sniffs still upset by it. "I mean it Zira he wasn't ignoring your attempt to help him." Zira throws up his hands frustrated. "Zira...." The demon stops at Crowly's voice getting quiet like that. He looks at him. Crowly grips his mug a bit tighter his eyes full of sorrow. "Zira that man you met wasn't ignoring you..." Zira's eyes widen as he stares at the angel beside him. "I met him on my way home. He was so scared."

Zira that little angel you met yesterday. That little angel is

B L I N D.

#ineffable lovebirds #zira #blind aziraphale #my au #proflowers au #morse code #nervous ryhthm

[southomens]

Day 8 of Ineffable Holiday: Holiday Shopping

Hello! I’m writing my little comment at the beginning this time as this turned out to be a longer fic (~1500 words), maybe ignited by a ridiculous amount of alcohol and some sober editing. 

This is Day 8 of an #IneffableHoliday prompt list. Check the hashtag or follow @soft-angel-aziraphale because there is some lovely art posted :)

As always, you can also find it on Ao3 here. Feel free to leave me a comment, I’m addicted to those :)

“Oh, no. No, no. Bad luck for us would actually mean dreadful luck. It’s not something we should be risking. Big risk fan, me, though. But not today, I think n-” his rant was halted by two warm hands cupping his cheeks. Crowley could feel the blood rushing up his neck as he opened and closed his mouth looking for something to say. He gave up and then relaxed, soothed by the comfort of being held by Aziraphale. Time seemed to slow down as the angel closed the space between them and paused just an inch away from him, hesitating. Crowley could not stand it any longer and grabbed him by the lapels, making Aziraphale gasp, to finally, finally kiss him.

It seemed that the freezing wind could not dissuade people from shopping. Perhaps it was due to how close they were to Christmas Eve, perhaps it was that it was the thing to do that evening. Aziraphale dodged yet another grandma carrying more bags than she should be able to.

“Oh, dear, this is a nightmare!” the angel complained.

“Uh, well, you did say you wanted to go shopping for the holidays so you are having the complete experience,” Crowley answered, shrugging it off.

“I did, but it seems I wasn’t completely aware of what I was saying… This reminds me of Hell, with all the people and the queues and everyone running. Look at them, not even one of them is enjoying themselves!” he was shocked, trying to understand what was going on around him.

“It’s the 23rd, of course nobody is enjoying shopping. They’re desperate! The last ones, those who have slothly postponed over and over again their duties and now they are paying for it. It’s brilliant!” Crowley grinned.

“Brilliant? Wait, Crowley. Was holiday shopping your idea?” Aziraphale stopped walking and a man bumped into him before continuing his way without apologising. 

“Uh, not exactly. I wish it had been, I mean, turning a religious holiday into Hell? It’s genius! They beat me to it, but I got credit. So, if anyone asks, yeah I did come up with the last minute holiday shopping.” 

“Dear fellow, how many more things did you give yourself credit that I don’t know of?” Aziraphale asked, partially amused by it if it weren’t for the constant bumping with people and the general unpleasant ambient.

“That you don’t know of? Plenty. Yeah, many of them. About two per year? It was my job, innit?” 

“My goodness, and did they believe you? That seems like a rather big amount of lies, Crowley.”

“That’s right. You’re talking to the serpent of Eden. The original sin. The first tempter. I’m quite a good liar, you know? Telling people what they want to hear” they had started walking again but now people seemed to diverge their path just to let them pass, in a way that reminded Crowley of Moses.

“How would I know? I mean, if you are such a good liar, as you said, I wouldn’t be able to notice when you lied to me. So I guess not, I don’t really know,” Aziraphale explained. He had always assumed that Crowley, being a demon, wouldn’t always tell him the truth. It was expected of him, it was in his job description.

“Well, I don’t lie to you,” the demon pointed out. “What would be the point? You would probably get so mad at me that we wouldn’t speak for a century or so, which has happened in the past even though when I was telling you the truth, and that’s something I’m not willing to go through again. Not good. Well, the nap was good. But everything else sucked pretty badly. Did you know I woke up in the middle of World War II? Let me tell you, it was not a pleasant surprise.”

“And yet you came to rescue me,” Aziraphale slyly smiled at Crowley.

“Yeah, well. That’s what friends do. Or so I’ve heard,” Crowley shrugged it off and entered the first shop he saw, a decoration store filled with Christmas trees of all shapes, colours and materials, a wide variety of presents, shiny rolls of wrapping paper and intricate ornaments, as well as funny accessories with a consistent holidays pattern. They were surrounded by Santa Clauses, reindeers, snowflakes, trees, presents, bells, mistletoe, stars, red and green imprinted everywhere. A Christmas carol could be heard above the noise all the potential shoppers were making in their frenzied purchases.

“Oh, look at this, Crowley!” Aziraphale said, putting on a headband with reindeer horns. A bunch of tiny bells sewn to it jingled. “It’s adorable!” the demon looked at him, his beaming smile and his blonde curls, and blushed.

“You look ridiculous, angel.” he said, immediately turning around and faking interest on whatever stupid thing was standing on that particular shelf. He fiddled around, willing the blush to disappear.

“You should try those ones over there.” Aziraphale said, peeking over Crowley’s shoulder.

“What? No! These? No, not in a million years, nuh-huh. I’ve got standards. Unlike some people around here.” 

“Whyever not? They’re fun. And you like sunglasses,” Aziraphale insisted, having way too much fun in Crowley’s opinion. The demon sighed, took off the pair he was currently wearing and put on the heart-shaped ones Aziraphale was pointing at. He turned around, defeated.

“Oh! Oh, you look utterly adorable!” the angel jumped on his feet and clapped. “We must buy these.”

“Why? They’re made of plastic, angel. No sense of aesthetics. These - they’re hideous! It’s humiliating,” he whined as Aziraphale took him by the hand and led him to the counter, where there was no queue to wait. “You do realise this can be considered torture, right?”

“Oh, hush. I will wear this headband so you don’t feel ridiculous - not that you look ridiculous. I insist, you look adorable.” Crowley felt like he was about to combust any minute now. Not knowing anything better to do, he tried to bit back.

“How is that supposed to help? I’m not adorable, I shouldn’t look like it. I’m a demon” Crowley moaned as Aziraphale ignored him and paid for both articles. They exited the shop and went on to the next one.

“I love this shop, I love how it smells even from the outside. Marvelous,” Aziraphale briefly sniffed around before opening the door to let Crowley in. Three counters, forming an inverted U, received them. They were filled with a wide variety of sweets, treats and chocolates, each of them more intricate than the other. Aziraphale wiggled in excitement before approaching one of the clerks.

“Hello,” the angel greeted with his usual kindness. “I would like to have the usual, if you please.”

“Right away, Mr. Fell,” the lady answered before going to the backroom.

“They know you here.” Crowley said, not impressed in the least. Aziraphale was probably known in every chocolate shop in the entire United Kingdom. Probably also in Belgium, Switzerland and France. And any other country that may have chocolate shops.

“Oh, yes. It has been one of my top twenty-five chocolate shops in London for quite a while now. I’m surprised I haven’t bring you here before,” Aziraphale answered. 

“I guess we still have things to show the other…” Crowley muttered. 

“Quite right, dear.” the angel smiled shyly. “It keeps things interesting, wouldn’t you say so?”

Once Aziraphale had his box of chocolates, they both agreed they had had enough of the Christmas shopping experience. Crowley led the way to a small winery closeby. It was crowded, but once again, they were lucky enough to not have to wait before having a seat in a small corner. 

The demon was still wearing the hideous glasses while Aziraphale moved his head from time to time just to make the tiny bells on his headband jingle.

“Two red wines for the loveñy couple…” the waitress placed two cups on the small table as Crowley struggled to say something.

“Thank you, dear,” said Aziraphale instead as he tried to hide a smirk behind his glass. “Hm, this is quite nice.” The demon agreed to it even though he hadn’t had a sip yet. He had always enjoyed those moments when Aziraphale would show his most bastard side and it had been nice to openly do it with the freedom they now enjoyed. But there was this smugginess about him today that was disconcerting.

They kept drinking for a couple of hours, idly chatting and discussing about that first time they celebrated the winter solstice and that other time where they got drunk on eggnog and then regretted it. They fell into a comfortable silence. Aziraphale looked around, taking in the surroundings and the people around them when he noticed something hanging from the ceiling. He opened his eyes widely, the epitome of shock.

“Is that… is that mistletoe?” Aziraphale asked, gesturing with his index finger towards it.

“Whuh?” Crowley had been sprawled over the table for a while now, the glasses no longer sitting properly on his nose. He looked to where Aziraphale was pointing. “Huh… I guess it is?” there was no point in denying it.

“Well. We ought to do something about it. Otherwise it’ll be bad luck. I think.” Crowley stood up straight, startled. 

“D- do you mean… Like, uh, that we should…” he trailed off.

“Kiss, yes.” Aziraphale said. “Unless you want to risk the bad luck.”

#IneffableHoliday #Good Omens #Fanfic #Christmas #Holidays #Christmas Shopping #ineffable husbands #Mistletoe #Ao3 #Kiss #First kiss #Crowley wears heart shaped sunglasses #Holiday Shopping

[dorkshadows]

I was thinking about Girls Next D/oor today and then started laughing because of how like, bad it was LMAO. I keep telling myself I’ll never click on it again, but a fit of hay fever made me do it. I mean, it’s just a webcomic posted for free, so no reason to bash it. We still respect the art and effort in it. Still, good art =/= good writing. Popular media =/= good writing. This is objective fact.

I’m now so vocal about how much I don’t like it because I spent way too long pretending I did because everyone else said it was good. The TV Tropes page for it was WOW, they actually had the gall to call it the more popular (implication: better) version of Roommates. As if GN/D wasn’t a ripspinoff of Roommates anyway lmao

Roommates: Jareth purposely pulled a bunch of broken people together because he wanted to redeem himself and thought everyone deserved a second chance. Also everyone is important.

G/ND: Sarah is incapable of interacting with males without Jareth’s approval. 

GND is hilarious because I always forget Norrington and Javert live in that apartment. Especially Javert LMAO he has less presence than Aziraphale and Crowley who aren’t even part of the main cast. Amazing!

Also I remembered the reason Erik went off the rails in the first arc. Because ALW came out with Love Never Dies and... this is the equivalent of someone reading a real person fanfic and then thinking it’s real. And the fact that everyone thinks this is a logical way for things to play out is even funnier. I also do not understand why Christine was affected by LND on any level beyond embarrassment?? Like, the author repeatedly says “EC sucks, this is an RC comic, Erik is innately incapable of human interaction unlike Jareth who does the exact same things but it’s cool when he does it” AND YET keeps saying Christine is conflicted over Erik?? She’s also conflicted over Raoul?? What, why, and huh

Why would Christine doubt her love for Raoul?? She clearly isn’t in love with Erik. What, is she secretly in love with Jareth lmao. But it doesn’t matter, Christine and Raoul aren’t important because they’re not Sarah and Jareth. It’s not like RC has any relevance to the plot besides coming in to tell us how much Erik sucks. IDK if it’s spite at this point, but I blame GND!Jareth for every single problem in this whole comic. They keep saying Erik’s actions are bad TM, but nothing he does makes sense to me- everyone except Mag or whoever just left him to rot since the LND thing, and I for one, do not blame him for going off again. I too would probably go off if I had to live with GND!Jareth and watch him rewarded for doing everything I did except much worse.

Can’t wait for the year 2031+ when this comic is still ongoing and there’s finally a strangely well-adapted version of Kay’s Phantom. Madeleine will become a recurring character and the GND cast can blame Erik for being a bad son. Maybe sit him down with a therapist just to say, “If you’re upset, don’t be.” The double standards in this comic are comedy gold.

GND Erik’s not a good foil for GND Jareth. There, I said it! Honestly, Raoul would have made a better foil. Or Hades. Erik and Jareth are terrible foils for each other, especially if we’re just reversing their arcs?? Anyone with brain cells knows which one of them got the actual redemption arc. Which makes watching Erik’s descent into madness so funny since it’s inversely proportional to Jareth “getting the girl” and earning redemption points for the bare minimum of not kidnapping people’s siblings. I looked at the newest chapter and just LOL’d out of there. 

My idea for a GND spinoff- Christine and Sarah become roommats in an alternate reality. Sarah has secretly been learning wing chun from Wing Chun herself, so when Jareth shows up, she smashes his face. She just keeps doing that whenever he shows up. The end. 

#long post #misc. #feel free to respond if you feel the same- WE GOTTA STICK TOGETHER #ramblings #finally I am free to GO OFF on this wretched webcomic #better poto crossovers: fantomestein + uggo club + roommates #'but the art is good' yeah but people also say stephen moffat is a good writer... #remember when gnd!sarah and gnd!erik were friends?? #and jareth got jealous and readers were shipping them?? #so the author made that weird LND thing happen to put erik in his place and to tell us that sarah is a bad judge of character #and should not even THINK of other men without jareth's approval #and now the comic's meta says sarah enjoys the 'protection' #LMAO LMAO LMAO FANTASTIC

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

He mentioned the bathing machine thing on Twitter yesterday (someone asked about Aziraphale's swimear). Apprantly the incident is the reason Aziraphale doesn't go swimming anymore. Have you ever heard about this before?

👀👀👀 Ooooh, thank you didn’t know about this at all! Never seen him mentioned anything like that before :).

According to wiki: The bathing machine was a device, popular from the 18th century until the early 20th century, to allow people to change out of their usual clothes, change into swimwear, and wade in the ocean at beaches. Bathing machines were roofed and walled wooden carts rolled into the sea. Some had solid wooden walls, others canvas walls over a wooden frame, and commonly walls at the sides and curtained doors at each end.

I have no idea what could have happened and I really want to know! :D

Headcannon:  According to wiki, Queen Victoria, who ruled in 1896 had also a bathing machine. Aziraphale's - because he has standards - was styled in similar fancy way, and at one point he mistaken his own bathing machine for the Queen's. It was a great scandal. :D

#good omens #aziraphale #neil gaiman #fun fact #bathing machine #wendishmaiden #ask #bathing machine incident of 1896 #WHAT HAPPENED?! :D

[multsicorn]

some thoughts on good omens, ep. 4

Crowley: I only ever asked questions.  That's all it took to be a demon in the old days.  Great Plan?  God, are you listening?  Show me a Great Plan.

Okay, I know you're testing them, you said you were going to be testing them.  You shouldn't test them to destruction.  Not to the end of the world.

I have so many feelings about this because it's such a... not-demon thing to say?  It's exactly what a prophet might say - would say! - in another context.   If demons are fallen angels, of course, and only demons because they're disobedient, then what's the difference between a demon and a human who argues with G-d, except that one is mortal and one isn't?  One is allowed to - was made to! - question, and the other wasn't.  That's all.

"You shouldn't test them to destruction."  Reminds me of Abraham pleading for Sodom, of Moses saying don't kill all the Israelites because of the sin of the Golden Calf.  Kill me instead.  Abraham, Moses, and a demon.  (And an angel, too, yeah.)

Crowley: There aren't any right people.  There's just God, moving in mysterious ways and not talking to any of us.

Aziraphale: Well, yes, and that is why I'm going to have a word with the Almighty, and then the Almighty will fix it.

The closeness of the parallel between Crowley's 'God, are you listening?  Show me a Great Plan' and Aziraphale's 'that is why I'm going to have a word with the Almighty, and then the Almighty will fix it' shows up the difference between them, too.  Aziraphale still believes in a good God Up There even if middle management sucks,  He still has ~faith,~ and Crowley doesn't, and that's why one's an angel and one's a demon!  (Also, the  idea of 'trust G-d, not the hierarchy' is very.  Frequently relevant to the modern - and sometimes historical - serious practice of religion.  So it’s interesting to see it coming from a being that’s a part of said religion!)

Crowley: That won't happen.  You're so clever.  How can somebody as clever as you be so stupid?

Aziraphale: I forgive you.

And here's another parallel.  Between this line and Crowley saying that he's unforgivable, that's what he is, in episode 3.  Maybe the higher-ups can't or won't forgive him, but Aziraphale can and does, and with the context of 'the ones whose jobs it will won't,' well, that means a lot.  (Also going back to the broader theological picture for a second - which I can't believe I'm doing! but this show is making me? - G-d or no G-d, and whatever their standards, we can always forgive each other.  Which is what really matters, I believe.)

#good omens #arguing with god #i can't believe there is now theology on my blog wtf #also do not @ me about my inconsistent spelling of g-d #spelling a fictional character in a tv show without an o feels just as Wrong as spelling the actual name out ~ #and now i can go watch ep 5! ;) #good omens stuff