#he doesnt even stop at the bookshop first

[nadjabea]

Crowley and Aziraphale never broke up. The conversation we (believe to) see in the end is not the conversation they had.

Aziraphale and Crowley play their own game of spionage and sabotage - and talk about it while we all are watching.

Edit 10/22/23: This analysis needs to be updated because there is more evidence of the body swap and because of that some of my interpretations what they REALLY say is much more precise. Will do it soon.

My point is: Aziraphale communicated a plan in the confession scene – in the subtext. And it culminated in a full body switch.

How? They have thousands of years of practice of talking and signaling their next steps to each other in a way that would not be noticed by any bystander, even less by their respective headoffices. We have seen this in the Job minisode.

They use body language, signs and references to films, songs, everything their head offices won't understand because they lack the earthly knowledge.

Maybe Aziraphale and Crowley even had a back up plan before the Metatron entered the scene. Why I got this notion? Because after their conversation in the bar about Jane Austen, Aziraphale has adapted Crowley’s notion of Austen as a spy and the mastermind behind a bank robbery. Doesn’t this seem odd for the owner of a book shop? (There is this interesting theory of Crowley planning a heist and the turtle neck being Crowley’s “spy dress” by @justhereforthemeta

So here is my analysis/interpretation of the conversation they had.

Note: I am not a native English speaker, I am German. This might of course influence my interpretation of the conversation.

-> After he spoke to the Metatron, Aziraphale comes back to the bookshop and plays happy.

Just as Crowley starts to talk – Aziraphale knows he has to interrupt him.

Aziraphale's hands sign: Stop! First, he tries it soft, watches out of the window to indicate: "We are under supervision!" As Crowley doesnt pick it up, Aziraphale lifts his hands in front of his chest. So they are more visible. Still: Crowley does'nt get it.

Aziraphale: I have some incredibly good news. Uhm The Metatron. I don’t think he is as bad a fellow. Um. I think I might have misjudged him. (Incredibly good news! My ass! Look at my face. Do I look happy? THE METATRON!!! Be aware! He is much worse than I thought!”

While Aziraphae plays the happy and exited angel, he signs "Time out!". His smile is forced. He points into direction of heaven, looks out of the window and hopes Crowley will pick up: "SOS! We need a time out because we have to talk without heaven listening."

But Crowley is like a steam train: He is on his track to confess and does'nt get Aziraphale's distress.

Aziraphale parafrases the talk with the metatron. His body language indicates he is stressed, again and again he turns into the direction of window, his eyes are forced open. Crowley still does'nt get it.

Crowley: He said what?

Aziraphale: He said, I could appoint YOU (tumps to Crowley) to be an angel (it seems that Aziraphale's thumps point to himself). You could come back to heaven and everything. Like in the old times (the old times when we had to pretend to be apart, but in reality worked together and did each other’s work without heaven or hell noticing).

(I don’t think that Aziraphale refers to the pre-fall times because I don’t think Crowley and Aziraphale spent much time together than. Crowley was probably more a loner “minding his own business” or hang out with the wrong group, Lucifer and the gang. Aziraphale would have been much too afraid to spend time around the trouble maker angels.)

Aziraphale: Only even nicer (You know that I know that you hate nice! Come on, get it!)

As Aziraphale gets on with his “excitement” about the new job, Crowley still don’t seem to get the subtext. After Crowley tells him he said no to hell, Aziraphale escalates: He falls back to their "Kayfebe", their way to play that they are along the "party line". (For more on Kayfebe read this post of @nautilicious).

Aziraphae „But heaven. It’s the side of truth, of light, of good.“ Looks obviously into direction of the window as he plays a sharade for the metatron. (Crowley, you know that we settled for shades of grey! Get it, we are under attack! )

Crowley (still doesn’t get it): When heaven ends life here on earth it will be just as dead as if hell ended it. Tell me you said No.

Aziraphael turns his head into the direction of the window to show Crowley they are being observed.

Crowley: Tell me you said no.

Crowley starts to realise that they are in danger but still does not pick up the immediate threat from the Metatron. So he starts his confession but changes it to propose to run away. > You only need to run away if there is someone hunting you. So at least, he gets that now.

During Crowley's statement Aziraphale shakes his head. (we wil not be able to outrun heaven)

Aziraphale: Come with me. (Pause) To heaven. I’ll run it, you will be my second in command. (Crowley, follow my plan: Ill will run this command, you will be my agent in heaven.)

As a non native speaker I looked up the synonyms for “second in command”. They list “substitute”, “replacement” “sub-agent” and “agent”. Agent! Here we are with our spionage story. Jane Austen, the spy, smuggler and mastermind behind a bank robbery.

Crowley: You cant leave this bookshop. (Okay, I get what you mean. But, no, we cant be separeted! you cant leave me on my own - in (an ambessy of) heaven. - Another interpretation: It cant be you who leaves. You have to stay here. )

Aziraphale: Oh, Crowley, nothing lasts forever.

I think this is a code phrase of them. It might refer to a song which was in the charts in 1966/67:

“Nothing last forever” sung by Margaret Whiting, who was already popular in the 1940s.

These are the lyrics:

Now you're down and broken hearted

you have lost your lucky star

You are sure you have no future

You don't know how wrong you are.

Nothing lasts forever baby

Even pain and misery

All your tears will turn to laughter

Baby just you wait and see.

Nothing lasts forever...wait and see.

Now you've lost your only lover

Now your dreams are torn in two

You are sure you'll live in darkness

But the sun's gonna shine for you.

Nothing lasts forever baby

Even pain and misery

All your tears will turn to laughter

Baby just you wait and see.

Nothing lasts forever...wait and see.

Now you've got an inch to go

If you still be a mile

Now the bidder's calling you

Capture this to a smile

Now what seemed eternity

Was the sun in a while.

Nothing lasts forever baby

Even pain and misery

All your tears will turn to laughter

Baby just you wait and see.

Nothing lasts forever...wait and see.

Wait and see.

Wait and see.

Wait and see.

Nothing lasts forever baby

Even pain and misery

All your tears will turn to laughter

Baby just you wait and see.

Nothing lasts forever baby

Even pain and misery

All your tears will turn to laughter (fade)

Somehow I can imagine that Crowley liked this song and they listened to it together in the bookshop. So he knows the lyrics - and gets what Aziraphale tries to tell him.

Crowley: No. No. Don’t suppose it does.

He puts on his glasses to hide his tears but also because now he has to pretend. And he has the need to cover his eyes when he lies. You can see this in the 1941 minisode. While he watches Aziraphale perform the coin trick, Crowley led his glasses slide down his nose and you can see his eyes. But the second he starts lying to Aziraphale about him being a professional magician Crowley puts his glasses up und covers his eyes.

So Crowley starts to go along with Aziraphale's plan, plays to be reluctant - which he probably still is. He doesn’t want to go to heaven, considers Aziraphales plan probably to be a - to use the German expression - “Himmelfahrtskommando” which means literally “a squat that goes to heaven = a suicide squat) - Another interpretation: Maybe he doesnt want Aziraphale to go to heaven?

Crowley: Good luck.

Aziraphale: Crowley, come back. Work with me (I have got a plan, trust me and work with me). We can be together. Angels (you can have my body. So you will be an angel.) Doing good (saving earth and us) - I need you. – I don’t think you understand what I am offering you (Are you really that daft?)

Crowley: I understand. And I understand a whole lot better than you do. (Heaven, hell, I have been there. And it is me that has to go to heaven now. And I don’t like it. - And it's you that will go to hell instead of me. And I dont like it either)

Aziraphale: Well, than there is nothing more to say. (If you understand that I am offering you to posses my body, than do it)

Crowley: Do you hear that?

Aziraphale: I don’t hear anything. (Come on!)

Crowley: That’s the point. No nightingales (neither in heaven nor in hell).

“No nightingales” can have several meanings.

a) It's their song. The symbol of their love. There is no love in heaven, nor in hell.

b) The nightingale sings to protect clandestine love. Now they are not any longer under the protection of the night and the nightingale. Their love is laid open and we know what happened to Romeo and Juliet when the nightingale stopped singing.

c) Someone here on tumblr pointed to a novel called “No nightingales”. There is movie from 1947 that is based on this novel. In Wikipedia you can find this synopsis:

“In the 18th Century, Burlap and Kelsoe are officers in the army of Queen Anne who have recently retired and purchased a house on Berkeley Square. At a house-warming party the pair speculate how to win the war however they learn that the Duke of Marlborough has other plans that will lead to the Battle of Malplaquet. Believing the battle will end in slaughter they hatch a plan to capture Marlborough and hold him prisoner until the threat of hostilities passes. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Ghosts_of_Berkeley_Square

Problem is: They are not at all competent and get killed bevor they could prevent the war. So they are cursed to be ghosts until a member of the royal family visits their house.

So could they plan the kidnapping of the Metatron or even God herself? Hold that thought! I definitly will think about that as a plot for season 3.

Crowley: You idiot. We could have been US. (Why did you have to get yourself associated with Gabriel? We could have led our own lifes, in our own bodies)

The kiss - and the body swap /posession

It is not a kiss to show they love each other, it is a kiss to mask the body possession, they exchange their essences

@doctorscienceknowsfandom has laid down already a lot of hints and signs Neil Gaiman planted in the open in the meta "Banana Fish Gorilla Shoelace with a dash of nutmeg" that Crowley and Aziraphale changed bodies.

@lonicera-caprifoliumhas some more hints.

Here are even more points that indicate: they have changed.

When the kiss ends "Aziraphale" cries und when "Crowley" leaves he touches his lips and his hands are shaking.

Several people already pointed out the face, the movement of the jaw and so on: This is Michael Sheen’s Crowley. I think the shaking and the tears are another hint that this is Crowley. Why? Until now we have only seen the hands of one of them shaking on screen: Crowley’s, in the 1941 minisode. Crowley’s hands are shaking if he is under pressure, and overwhelmed. Aziraphale on the other side seems to get nerves of steal when he has to perform (his tricks only work when it counts).

There are even more hints that they have changed their bodies:

“Crowley” is standing upright at the Bentley. He doesn’t move his body, he doesn’t move his face. Something that is so NOT Crowley, who is always in motion.

Also: Remember the first episode when Crowley and Aziraphale fought over Gabriel. Aziraphale told Crowley that he can leave when he doesn’t want to help and Crowley couldn’t contain his rage about that. He was fuming and throwing lightnings – all visible in the middle of the street, surrounded by humans (!). All because of a fight that – in retrospective – was much less threatening to their relationship and their lives.

In a script there is nothing without meaning. And I can’t discover any other meaning for the scene in which Crowley throws lightnings after a fight with Aziraphale than to show that the scene in the end was not a fight.

Hence: There is no way that the real Crowley would be that calm in the last scene. Crowley has much less control over his emotions than Aziraphale.

And even if it was Crowley at the Bentley and managed calmly to watch Aziraphale leave. He would not be able to contain himself after Aziraphale was in the lift. Once in his car (his save space) he would release his anger and pain. Crying, shouting, maybe even hitting the steering wheel, he would drive away as fast as possible screaming at an invisible Aziraphale because this might give him some relive.

But what do we see? A very contained demon.

Next evidence: The colour code of Aziraphale (yellow) and Crowley (red):

When “Aziraphale” is on screen people wear red. When “Crowley” is on screen a lot of people in yellow pass.

And even the plants in the Bentley appear to have changed to yellow. Bonus: A yellow flower blooms behind “Crowley”. Hence: It has to be Aziraphale.

So: Why would Neil Gaiman use the same trick twice?

Because it isn’t the same trick.

In S1 they changed their appearance. Aziraphale presenting as Crowley is still an angel. Therefore immune against holy water. Crowley presenting as Aziraphale is still a demon, immune against hellfire.

But this time, I think, they really posses the body of the other (wow, they really have come a long way from “What a pity you cant have my body” – “Angel, demon, probably would explode” ).

So, what does this mean? Angel and demons are from the same flock. It is impossible to distinguish them, except for the marks on their bodies. Now Aziraphale is indistinguishable able from the other demons, Crowley indistinguishable from the other angels.  

This raises the stakes when it comes to “The Second Coming”.

And this explains Crowleys worried face: He knew about the planes for Armaggedon 2.0,the destruction of earth.

The "Second Coming" is different. It is about judgement.

In the end everyone is going to be judged. The righteous will go to heaven, the other are cast away, extint. So what about an angel in the body of a demon? You see where I am heading ...

There is a lot to explore. The concept of "pretend to be good" and "properly good" and much much more. I will write about it another time.

Now I am curious: Am I delusional? Cant I just cope with the break up? What do think? Tell me you views. Let us discuss.

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #good omens analysis #good omens meta #good omens theory #good omens spoilers #good omens theories #good omens season 2 #goodomens #neil gaiman #nothing lasts forever #body switch #body swap #aziracrow #azicrow #antony j crowley #ineffable divorce

[drdemonprince]

oh my god can i get trans masc self infantilization for 500 alex

Quick hate read of this piece:

my relationship to gender was mediated (isn’t it always) by capitalism. I could not meet another trans man who could tell me how to behave, but I could shop for one. I could buy distilled trans expertise, and tell myself I was putting money back into “the community;” I was engaged in political action, redistributing my middle-class cash to support people I had never met, but whose welfare was, nonetheless, my business.

oh my fucking god Jude buying a huge crop of trans books at the local indie bookshop is not political action. I know booksellers who work at beloved indie-progressive bookstores quite intimately so if you haven't heard yet, I'll be the first to tell you: no matter their feminist branding, these places treat their workers like shit and pay them minimum wage. And often these stores are hell to be in for trans femme people.

edit: whoops he didnt even claim to support indie bookstores, it was a chain in a mall wtf

Also, it's baffling to me that a published author like Doyle can claim buying books is somehow redistributing wealth to poor, trans authors. First, wealthy people are widely overrepresented in publishing, and two, the vast majority of published authors never see a single cent of royalites. Over 90% of books never "earn out". You'd be kicking them about $2.50 of a $25 hardcover sale even if they did. stop making your consumption seem righteous dude.

These authors didn’t hate people like me; they didn’t disagree with me or dislike my general aesthetic. These authors literally hated me, me personally, the dude who had recently given them money. 

the ENTITLEMENT!!! How dare these trans authors post openly that they disagree with you and your tepid liberal politics, you bought one of their books and (maybe, but probably not) gave them $3 !!!!

To a shy eleven-year-old boy on his first day of school, which is what I was emotionally and even hormonally at the time, it was devastating. I cried for days. I was on vacation.

a middle aged incredibly well connected man in publishing is pulling "im a little birthday boy -- hormonally" shenanigans. I get that reading critical comments about yourself hurts. I have been there buddy. I've received repeated misgendering, misogynistic criticisms and insults while I was newly on HRT and not even out to anyone! I was also a 30 year old adult man with a career and coping tools. I was not an eleven year old boy. I was not the victim of anything, really, except for my own lack of comment moderation habits at the time.

the amount of real life transphobia i have since lived looms so much larger that little petty online slights doesnt even rank. we're not talking about threats or doxxing here. we're talking people on twitter thinking he shouldnt be the face of trans politics.

because I know who this author is and move in the same circles, I have seen the message of hate that he's talking about. People mostly talk about him sardonically and insult his worst opinions and most hastily-written pieces. That's not even hate. That's just begging him to be responsible in his work and to maybe not write apologia for trans cops (one of the bad takes he was most openly criticized for at the time).

Those guys were my heroes, was the thing. They were the ones I had wanted to teach me how to act. I used to imagine conversations with them, think about what I would ask if I got the chance.

Buddy, you said you literally just discovered these authors mere weeks or months prior, having bought up every book published by a trans guy that you could find. It's not like you had posters of them hanging up on your bedroom wall as a child. And even if you did, youre a grown man in your forties who writes very inane takes. Some critique from your contemporaries comes with the territory and is in fact a compliment. it means people recognize youre a significant cultural voice and they want you to do better!

When I get into conflict with another trans person, when I stumble on the thread where my elders are shit-talking me, I am not looking at my computer. I’m in my math class, after lunch period, hearing the squeak of metal on linoleum as someone drags their desk a few inches away.

your elders??? are you talking about people who are like, three years older than you Jude .I understand that hostile middle and high school experiences bring massive trauma, but holding adults who are intellectually critiquing you, a fellow adult, responsible for the trauma you endured as a teen is so wildly inappropriate and immature that i cant stand it.

It would be one thing if Doyle showed any self-awareness of the disjoint here, and was just talking about being triggered, but he doesnt, not anywhere in the piece. he implies throughout that it's people being mean to him on twitter who are really at fault.

oh my god he likens himself to Isabell Fall later on in this piece i cant

i just cant with this dude hes always taking so many unnecessary Ls and gets hired so fucking much to write about trans experiences when he clearly has next to zero community connections and sense of scale when it comes to the issues we face. its so annoying!!!

[antlerx-art]

GOOD OMENS 2 EPISODE 6 REACTION - CONTAINS SPOILERS‼️

THE EVERY IS IN THIS EPISODE. YES I’LL KEEP CALLING IT THAT UNTIL IT HAPPENS. IM GOING INSANE.

starting it 👍🏻

aziraphale you’re standing a little too dangerously in that circle remember last time

“you’re not welcome here” DEEP VOICE OOOOOH pity crowley isn’t here to hear it my guy would’ve fainted

HIS ANGEL OUTFIT 💀THE WAY HES RUNNING

yes maggie ROAST her 🙏

“i’ve spent my life being scared of things” 😭

“BRAVER THAN ANYONE I KNOW”YEEEAHHH MY LESBIANS

shax don’t hurt maggie don’t you even THINK of hurting maggie or nina

“my god you lot are pathetic” LOUDERRR GO MAGGIEEE GOOOOO

no wait why can they get in

MAGGIEEEEEEE WHAT HAVE YOU DONEEEE

hehe aziraphale is “perfectly prepared to take defensive action” 😼

“STAY BACK 😠” OHHHH WOW

“you can all leave now, and nobody will be hurt” SO BADASS YEAHHHHHH

rip eric

lol there’s no miracle apparently michael and uriel just can’t notice crowley

noooooo muriel is lonely :(

also crowley comparing angels to bees and aziraphale feeling lonely when he realized he’s an “angel that goes along with heaven as far as he can” in ep 2 is making heaven look like some sort of hivemind and it’s really cool, it also explains why aziraphale is a bit uncomfortable with not having someone to report to after becoming free

CROWLEY WAS AN IMPORTANT ANGELLLLLLL I KNEW IT OHHH MY GOD I THOUGHT IT WAS A STUPID THEORY BUT IT SEEMS TRUE?

aziraphale using the way he discorporated in s1 to discorporate other demons hehe silly

i was about to say that demons can’t possibly be that stupid but aziraphale is reading my mind i guess

AND HE DOESNT HAVE ANOTHER PLAN!

“amen” okay??

gabriel saying nah???? to heaven winning?????

crowley is so doctor who right now

“ARMAGEDDON THE SEQUEL THATS A NAH” 😭 IS THIS WHAT HE WAS PUNISHED FOR??

aziraphale MENTIONING THE FIRE???????

NOOO IT’S TRAUMATIC FOR HIM ☹️

they had a TRIAL?

saraqael knows it’s crowley AND KNEW HIM AS AN ANGEL WHAAAT

“severe measures” no aziraphale you have to say extreme sanctions

“CROWLEY’S EMOTIONAL SUPPORT ANGEL”

shax stop making fun of my angel

THE METATRON AT THE TRIAL

UHH why doesn’t gabriel give a fuck about this

“GUYS ENOUGH”? OH MY

“one prince of heaven cast into the outer darkness” DO YOU MEAN. DO YOU MEAN CROWLEY? WAS HE A PRINCE OF HEAVEN????????

junior recoding angel😭 HES ONE CLASS UNDER M U R I E L

crowley’s little punch on their shoulder HES A NICE GUYYY OH HES SO CBBSBDBBD

gabriel is so casual about the trial?? like he just got fired but he didn’t like the job anyway

aziraphale what are you doing

IS HE GOING TO BECOME BIBLICALLY ACCURATE?

THE HALOOOOOO

HE STARTED THE WAR

“YOU WOT?”

just kidding no war apparently

and why is the box full now?????

THE FLYYYYYY that’s what he was writing

BEELZEBUB INVOLVED I K N E W IT I KNEW IT I KNEW IT

HEHEEHEHEHHEHE INEFFABLE BUREAUCRACY

yayyy memories are back

SEASON ONE???????

OH GOD THIS SHIP IS REAL?

arma bloody geddon

ahh and they’re too tired to fight so they agreed to just refuse to do it i guess?

and gabe then went to aziraphale’s bookshop because he was the first one to go against armageddon

A PROPOSAL TO MAKE

yes that’s what i thought

i can’t believe gabriel has a deal with beelzebub this fandom keeps winning this season truly is a shipper’s dream

THE SCENEEEEE from the trailer

he actually goes there just to look at the statue for hours💀

THEY WERE AT THE PUB!!! i keep predicting

romantic ineffable bureaucracy date if they *every* before aziracrow i’ll be dead on the floor laughing

GABE PUT THEIR SONG ON

FINGERS TOUCHING

“it’s bigger on the inside” CAN BRITISH PEOPLE STOP. BEING. BRITISH. (jk i love y’all keep making these silly shows🫶🏻)

ROOOOMANCEEEEEE THE WAY THEY LOOK AT EACH OTHER

HES BACK!

if they kiss istg

“SILLY SILLY ANGEL”

HANDS HOLDING???? WHY IS EVERYONE CONFESSING BEFORE AZIRACROW WAKE UPPPPPP

WHY DID IT TAKE YOU GUYS 6000 YEARS AND INEFFABLE BUREAUCRACY MADE IT IN?? SOME MONTHS?

“you will speak one at a time” yummmmy

ALPHA CENTAURY THEY ALWAYS WANTED TO GO THERE

still cant believe they’re canon

THATS THE METATRON

NINA AND MAGGIE TELLING CROWLEY TO CONFESS OOOOOH YESSSS

NINA CALLED MAGGIE ANGEL

ah i suppose the metatron offered aziraphale to be some sort of archangel but hes gonna decline because he wants to be with crowley

ITS ABOUT TO HAPPENNNNNN

no aziraphale HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?????

yeah as i said

AZIRAPHALE HOW CAN YOU STILL THINK THIS I THOUGHT YOU HAD SOME BIGGER CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT

CROWLEY’S CONFESSION IM NOT OKAY

“oh crowley nothing lasts forever” shut. up.

CROWLEY PUTTING THE GLASSES BACK ON AS A SHEILD

YOU GUYS WERE SUPPOSED TO DINE AT THE RITZ AZIRAPHALE YOURE RUINING EVERYTHING

“i need you!” THEN STAY YOU DUMBASS

NO NIGHTINGALE? STOP IM ABOUT TO THROW UP

WE COULD’VE BEEN US

THE EVERY

THE EVERY OH GOD

THE FUCKING EVERY HAPPENED OH MY GOD BUT ITS SO SAD WHYYYYYYYYY

THIS IS WHY I DIDNT WANT IT TO BE IN THE LAST EPISODE AND EVEN LESS IN THE LAST SCENE I NEED HELP

“I FORGIVE YOU” / “DONT BOTHER”

NEIL GAIMAN PAY MY THERAPY BILLS

aziraphale touching his lips.

GO AFTER HIMMMMMMMMMM YOU IDIOT

i hate this

i need a moment

SO.

i know that in cinema the middle part is usually the sad part so since this show is a three season thing i was already considering the possibility of a sad ending for s2

BUT IT DID NOT. HAVE TO BE THIS SAD.

i have to say it did feel quiet gentle and romantic compared to season one, BUT THIS ENDING. THS FUCKING ENDING???? THIS COULDVE BEEN SO PERFECT WHY DID THE METATRON SHOW UP WHY DID AZIRAPHALE ACCEPT

neil i’m in your walls IM UNDER YOUR BED

AND WHAT IF WE DONT GET A SEASON THREE?

good omens and ofmd both ending with them separated this is too much why can’t gay people be happy

and when i had seen the every i couldn’t wait to see the contentx BUT OHHH I ALREADY MISS THE TIME WHEN I WAS CLUELESS I DIDNT NEED THIS CONTEXT

crowley i’m with you btw aziraphale needs to do the apology dance a million times

alright i’m rambling bye everyone i’m gonna go stare at the wall for seven hours

tagging @neil-gaiman but this time it’s to send him my therapy bills not the reaction ❤️

#stede and aziraphale both abandoning their loved ones at the end you guys are such idiots #good omens #HUUUUUGE GOS2 SPOILERS #gos2 spoilers #gos2spoilers #gos2 #good omens season 2 #good omens 2 #good omens season two #good omens season two spoilers #good omens season 2 spoilers #good omens 2 reaction #gos2 reaction #spoilers #i can’t do it i can’t believe i have to wait for another season to see them happy

[madfoxx]

listen i loved s2 as much as the next guy but some of the plotholes are just hilarious to me because they employ the fanfiction logic of “i want this scenario to happen so it will just happen” and i feel people aren´t talking about it enough, so here are some of the things that made me go “oh, no beta read huh.”:

1) first question: why the fuck did gabriel delete his memory?? seriously though, i havent seen one single post about this, but i just dont understand!? So, heaven threatens to fire gabriel and delete his memory, which, okay, bad news. and then his solution is to....delete his own memory for them, so now he doesnt remember his own name let alone the love of his life, beelzebub, who he planned to run away with?? WHY??? he left heaven immediately afterwards anyways it literally made no sense and just caused major problems for everyone involved. But i guess the answer is: we needed him to have no memory for the story to happen so that makes sense by ao3 standarts

2) on a related note, why was he naked?? he could have just speedwalked outta heaven in his suit with the matchbox in his pocket, so why strip down?? Again, no reason, but arent you glad we got to see john hamms naked butt, so lets pin that on gabriel being an sweet dumb himbo maybe

3) also, how did he find aziraphales shop while not even remembering his own name? Dont know dont care, googlemaps probably.

4) not really a plothole, but that whole Maggie and Nina getting locked in the bookshop thing was the tropiest trope they pulled this season and it didnt even work because we got nothing from that scene, not even one hearfelt deep conversation

5) this one is a bit pedantic, but how is it that a demon with magical powers has to live in his car? i guess its a character thing and we need to see him at his lowest point but he could literally just miracle himself an enormous pot of gold if he wanted to

6) why would beelzebub order an attack on the bookshop and risk gabriels life? why didnt they simply explain the situation to aziraphale & crowley? well you see we didnt want the story to be over after 1 episode and also we needed a finale of some sort.

7)  i mean the whole attack on the bookshop was just....a thing that happened i guess. kinda strange the demons (especially shax who seems to have at least 1 spare braincell) would dare to kidnap an archangel in the first place. isnt he like, insanely powerful? and they didnt even know he lost his memory, so to them he was just an archangel hanging out on earth because he wanted to. how did they think storming the bookshop and taking him prisoner would go down?

8) tbh i dont really understand why heaven wanted gabriel back so much they would threaten to destroy anyone helping him and then....they just let him just go without any problems whatsoever? feels incredibly anticlimactic and illogical to me but i suppose the season needed some kind of threat to make the romantic elements work

9) this might actually get resolved in s3 but i cant believe Upstairs wants aziraphale - an angel who spend years deceiving heaven and overall just sucked at his job because he was too busy trying to fuck a demon - they want him to be the new supreme archangel of heaven. he literally stopped the last apocalypse a couple of days ago and now he´s in charge of armageddon 2.0? that´ll for sure take some explaining!

there´s a lot more stuff, but these are the most obvious things that have been on my mind since s2 aired. i also want to reiterate that i do love many things about this season despite the writing being all over the place. and no, i dont believe that all inconsistencies will be magically explained away by s3. i think it boils down to neil gaiman saying “lets make a big budget 6 chapter fanfic so david tennant and michael sheen can kiss each other on the mouth. also not beta we die like eric the disposable demon” and i can respect that. 

#good omens #good omens spoilers #gos2 #gos2 spoilers #ineffable husbands #gabriel

[voidselfshipp]

Meetings of a distant past

Cw: none that I can think of.

Summary: Gerard Keay is sent to retrieve a book from the Institutes consultant,he soon learns to not judge a book by its cover.

->Only mutuals allowed to reblog

Gerard sighed,leaning his head Back on his chair a little bored as Gertrude skimmed through a few statements.

--instead of moping,why dont you get me a book from Ms.Raconteur's library?--The old woman with him asked,voice monotone,desinterested but laced with dry witt.

He snorted a chuckle--'m not mopin'

--Uh-huh-- she answered-- then go get me a book

Nodding he answers-- Okay,what book?

--the oldest edition of "forgotten myths of creation" ,any author as long as its the oldest

Gerard stands up,grabbing his jacket and turning to her boss--Very well, need me to get anything on the way back?

The archivist looks at the clock hung up on the wall,breathing out that mildly stale air of the archives,thick with the smell of paper and underground.

--Tea,its almost five anyway-- she answered, and heard him make his way to the door. Before he crosses the threshold of the entrance,a smirk appears on her face-- ah and by the way,Ms.Racounteur is a great conversationalist,so I wont blame you if you take a little longer than usual

Her assistant chuckles-- cmon,why would I?

--Well, She can be pretty charming, thats all

She can hear the skepticisim in his scoff-- eh,we'll see

As he leaves,she adds-- guess we'll see indeed

Outside of the archives, the weather is cold and cloudy,nothing out of the ordinary given that it was fall. Theres a few rain puddles from the storm the night before, and a few decaying leaves sit there floating in the shallow Water.

Gerars slips on his jacket and headphones, ready to blissfully ignore the world around him and walk. He knew the adress from previous times Gertrude had gone to the bookshop herself, it was pretty close to the Institute. And thank god for that.

This was the first time he ever went himself or even met this consultant though,so he felt a little curious and excited to see what Exactly this bookshop and its owner were like.

He choses as song and he starts walking,leaves crunching underneath his heavy leather and chained boots.

《Words like violence

Break the silence

Come crashing in

Into my little world

Painful to me

Pierce right through me

Can't you understand?

Oh, my little girl》

The music blasts in his ears and he happily walks along the streets,gaining a few odd looks given his deeply gothic appereance. His long,lucious black hair bounces a little with each step and the breeze that blows past him.

He smiles a little at these reactions hes getting,feeling the cold metal of his Ashely piercing press up against his upper lip.

It was the 21st century and people were still looking at people like him weird?

《All I ever wanted

All I ever needed

Is here in my arms

Words are very unnecessary

They can only do harm》

The fifteen blocks or so down to the shop are a Straight shot from the Institute,which makes this easier. And it lets him zone out a little, as long as he stops and looks before crossing the road then hes fine.

He does wonder what kind of consultant this "Ms.Raconteur" is, why hire a paranormal consultant? Or any other kind, there were not Many scholars in the subject,and certainly not Many that could rival the archives knowledge of phenomena.

From his mom or gertrude,he shouldve heard of this consultant by now.

It doesnt settle right with him,somethings off or Hes missing something... or both.

《Vows are spoken

To be broken

Feelings are intense

Words are trivial

Pleasures remain

So does the pain

Words are meaningless

And forgettable 》

Finally he makes it to the shop, pretty inconspicuous and any sort of interest he might feel for it kind of gleans off of his mind. He doesnt pay it much attention up until he reaches for the door handle to enter.

Somethings off

He pulls away and walks back a few steps to look at it, at the sign above the entrance somewhat weathered by the elements with the name of the shop, at the blue and white striped overhang that covers the main display Window.

Its too inconspicuous,too quaint.

Theres normal people inside,few costumers just looking at books to their hearts contempt. He notices theyre all guarded by cats of all shapes and sizes.

Cats,theyre known for their connections to the supernatural,the Unseen world, they were seen as protectors,why are there so Many?

He knew paranormal like the back of his hand, he grew up around it, lived and breathed it.

Taking off one of his headphones, he sighs and quietly damns Gertrude for send him to this weird place. With one deep breath he walks to the entrance and pushes the door.

Above him a bell rings but nobody pays him any mind, he looks around to the main desk to see nobody there. Maybe the staff is on break or something

But just as hes about to enter the main corridor with all the bookshelves, he feels something brush against his leg.

He looks down and sees a cat,almost black except for the ends of his paws and the small heart shaped sploch on his forehead,those are white.

The feline meows at him as if reprimanding Him for being so careless. He chuckles and kneels to eye level with the pet, he reads the name on the tag "Marrow"

--Marrow Like Bone marrow?--He asked the cat,and he seemed to nodd. It catches him off guard and solidifies that something is off in this place-- odd name for a cat, sounds like my kind of name though

His feline companion purrs and he goes to scratch behind his ear. Marrow Leans into his touch and nuzzles his palm before sitting there expectantly.

--What? -- of course the cat doesnt reply,but he isnt sure if it Is because it cant or doesnt want to.

Gerard feels a little stupid talking to a literall cat but he relents-- Looking for books on myths of creation

Marrow stretches a little before walking down the corridor, he guessed he ought to follow so he does.

He knew cats could be trained but this was a little too much, there were too Many to be trained, and they were too Smart.

If he was a skeptic,Like that one pompous ass of a guy in research,something Simms, he would go for "the cats are trained". But he knew better.

Another thing that obviously told him that this place was off,was because it was too big to be a "hole in the wall" type store. The corridor was far too large and the sections this shop divided in were too much. Unless they were underground there was no way this could fit.

Doesnt surprise him much when he gets to the mythology section. He follows the feline to one of the bookshelves and finds the book he was looking for.

Gerard tries to strand on his tip toes to reach it,but he cant.

--Goddamnit--He jumps and fails again, and hes none the wiser to marrow scaling from one of the ladders up each row of overhang books to the one he wants-- what the-

The cat simply pushes the book down as if batting away a fly, and he catches it. Its heavy and dust covered, so aside from his forearms hurting from the impact,he starts to sneeze uncontrollably.

Marrow climbs back down,not caring for the sneezing fit his charge was in. He simply sits down and patiently waits.

He scratches his nose, sniffing-- bloody hell,nobody botheres to clean these?

The cat looked at him and he swears he hears it say something like "with how big this place is, do you really think she can clean all the books?"

The archival assistant looks around,startled and confused-- who said that?!

But he only sees marrow walk out of the section,and he did not want to be left alone in that place so he follows after it.

When he ends up back at the main desk, he sees the few costumers that were around have left. And at the main desk is a woman,quietly scrolling on her phone.

--Excuse me-- he says,setting down the heavy tome--im an assistant of gertrude Robinsons,a friend of your boss

The woman looks up, his eyes meet her bright green ones and as she sits up properly he can feel that whatever its off with this place,it comes from her.

--Ah,yes im good Friends with gertrude. I Belive youre Mr.Keay? She told me you were coming over to pick up a book

He freezes, looking at her,taking her in. Brown and gold hair and tied up in a bun with a few pearl decorated braids, bright green eyes that look back at him with Curiosity and amusement.

The fabric of her dark teal oversized shirt shifts as she moves from sitting to standing. And he notices the logo of the plastered on it,Depeche Mode.

It makes him smile a little-- ah,nice shirt- I like that band

She smiles too,bright and radiant-- yeah its pretty good. Anyway,this books for gertrude, right?

--Yes-- he nodded, taken aback by how pretty she looks smiling. His pale cheeks turn Pink with blush-- sorry I dont Belive I catched your name,only your last name

--Jerico-- she answers,scribbling down on some sort of book record-- Jerico Raconteur. you are Gerard,yes?

--Jerry,please-- he replied, fixing his hair a little.

--Alright,Jerry-- jer said,dusting off some of the dirt on the tome-- its all yours

--I actually need to get something else first,a quick errand. Mind if I leave it here and pick it up once im back or is there some sort of fee I gotta pay?

She laughs,soft In tone but loud in volume like crashing waves on the beach-- for pretty goths like you?,none

--"Pretty goths" Like me?-- he asked with a smirk leaning on the desk-- is that a pick up line,miss Raconteur?

Jerico shrugged with that same sly expression-- perhaps. A blatant one if so

--Whose to say im not into it?

--Glad you are

--Why?-- He asked,leaning further

She rolls her eyes and pushes a strand of black hair out of his face--Run along now, Mr.Keay, you have stuff to do,yes?

He pulls away,a little flustered-- seems so, whats your usual?

--You dont have to-

--I insist

Jerico sighs in defeat with a coy smile-- Hot chocolate or chai tea if they ran out of the other one, two croissants,normal ones.

He nodds--Very Well,be right back miss-- he bows a little and makes a little hand gesture, making her face tint Pink.-- Keep that book safe -- he throws a wink her way and leaving for the café nearby.

She sits back down,all afluster-- Jesús Cristo-- she whispers,passing her hands across her face-- goddamnit,Gertrude

Gerard doesnt go to the café right away, he has to lean on a wall out of sight to calm his beating heart. His cheeks are flushed from the cold and the blushing, and he cant wipe off that smile.

GODDAMN,she was pretty.

When he does return with the food, he enters and finds Jerico still there,playing with Marrow.

--Ahem-- he says softly, setting down on the desk the things he got.

--Youre back-- she answered, marrow gets up on the desk and nuzzles his hand-- he likes you,a lot actually

--Seens so-- he agrees,petting the feline-- why the cats,If I May ask

Jer shrugs as If trying to hide something-- place is pretty big,I dont want anyone Losing themselves in here and cats are pretty good...guides shall we say.

--Easy to train-- he agrees again,tone pushing for another answer-- this place seems a lot smaller from the outside

--Yeah, looks decieve I guess-- she answers,grabbing her cardboard Cup and taking a sip from her hot chocolate.

--Shouldnt judge a book by its cover?--He sits on the desk a little and she groans with annoyance.

--Horrible-- she half jokes,pushing Him playfully. -- why did gertrude send you

--she saw me "moping about" and told me to book it to the library,pun intended -- he said dismissively

She laughs again, looking at him with that mild pain that comes from awful puns-- moping about?

--I wasnt, just waiting for her to be done looking up a statement. I swear I wish that woman was a little more organized...

--Thats Gertrude for ya. Cant blame her though, the Institute is not very...reliable

--You can say that again-- he agreed,taking a sip from his coffee. She looks at him and Curiosity gets the better of her

--Let me guess,black coffee?

His cheeks go pink--No actually,cant stand it.  Its a...latte

She smiled-- dont worry,your secrets safe with me

Gerard laughs a little-- better be,I know where you work

And she joins him in laughter too,changing the subject to something else. Any excuse to Keep talking to him.

Eventually the hours pass,and by nightfall theyre still talking. Gertrudes coffee long since gone cold, and marrow calmly curled up on the Mans lap.

--Oh god,look at the time-- he mutters-- sorry I gotta go

--Nono youre good,sorry to Keep you

He shakes his head dismissively and Gently sets down the cat as much as it pains him. Then he takes one of the pens on her desk and her little record keeping Journal,writing a few numbers.

--Here, call me

She looks up at him with surprise but nodds with a flustered smile,clearly talen aback-- alright Will do -- then she makes a pause to think and then teasingly add-- I imagine in case gertrude needs anything?

Gerard snorts,taking the book and the cold coffee that he doesnt notice has lost its warmth-- nah-- he doesnt even try to hide it anymore-- i just want to ask you for a date later, id set it now but gotta see my schedule,and yours of course

Jeri chuckles at his forwardness-- well,as of right now theres a time in my schedule for you,Mr.Keay, tell me whenever youre free

He smiles,soft and genuienly moved at the interest they both have in eachother-- very well then, good night,Jerico

--Night,Jerry

Watching him leave,she feels marrow curl up against her.-- I think we'll see him around more,Marrow

Back at the Institute,Gerard scrambles into the archives to the yell of-- ive got book! And coffee!

Gertrude,who has been fixing up her desk while drinking from her own Cup of steaming hot coffee-- I dont fancy my coffee iced,thank you

--I didnt take that Long-- he sets down the book and the cardboard Cup.

--You left at five o clock, returned at seven pm. What kept you?--She asked with a knowing,teasing smirk.

--Nothing just...

--Jerico?

--Yes- no! Maybe...-- Gerard replied, looking away with his face Pink.

--Told you she was a charmer-- his boss replied with audible joy,flipping through the books pages.-- figured you wouldnt stay long given you said you wouldnt have to talk to her...

--Agh okay you made your Point,old cunt-- he answered with annoyance but fondness for her-- what is this statement about?

--One of the crew members from The Tundra, Captain Lukas' ship

--the captain Lukas?

--Yes-- she replied,stopping at the page that has the title "The Antiquarian,Queen of the sea and keeper of stories". -- one of the crew members reported seeing Lukas on the deck of the ship,talking all night to a mysterious figure in the water with a female voice, then when they were leaving for london once more,there was a gift left from that figure on the anchor,a necklace

--How do you know its not some set up or something?

Gertrude shrugged it off-- nobody can Keep swimming across the sea without dying,especially not at night. -- she takes a sip from her coffee-- say,do you know anything about the Antiquarian?

--Queen of the sea,Lady of stories,keeper of arcane knowledge. Just a myth-- he replied,reciting that information he knows by heart, not sure on what his boss was on about?.

--Just a myth? You just spent two hours with her,bought her coffee and plan on asking her out,boy. I think you should know more than that

--what- wait no- jerico is not The Anti-- he stops at gertrudes "are you kidding me?" Glare-- I noticed the place and her were...off but I didnt think-

--Beauty like hers fools the mind-- she answered-- I thought you out of everyone knew to not judge a book by its cover

He groans at the pun-- God awful

She smirks-- well then, sit down and let me tell you about the entity youre trying to woo. Might learn a thing or two

Gerard sighs-- well,im all ears....

#tex don't look! #gerard tag pendig #tma s/i

[mightbewriting]

So I decided to torture myself by going through the W&H universe in the opposite order. I finished listening to B&E yesterday (shout out to @etl-echo-audiobooks for her amazing work!!) and I have started W&H today.

I haven't even finished the first chapter but I already know it's going to be a painful process (which I'm still going to enjoy). When Hermione asked about the number of books they had a question sprang in my mind and I thought I'll ask you that.

In 2 years of marriage has she completed all the biographies? Or if not which letter is she currently on? Have they had another bet about it but sadly Draco can't add more books to it but he has tried a different Slytherin tactic?

I would never ever tire of this work and would read anything more you ever add to it. Thank you again for writing this masterpiece!

ahh, just a little torture for yourself then? you are a strong soul! good luck in your rereading adventures!

i thought on this question for a bit because it's not something i really have a head canon on since i never had a need to flesh that idea out. i know draco doesnt bring it up in w&h 1) because the sofa story became a bit of a "not now, lol" thing between them and 2) because hermione didn't start reading those biographies until after she and ron broke up so w&h hermione didn't even remember discovering that bookshop and starting her biography adventure. i imagine having to explain all that context was more than draco wanted to dig into when the sofa had become something light hearted for the first time in a while.

but i think between b&e and w&h, after they moved in together the second time, they entered into a sort of truce. hermione did *technically* win the bet, after all. so draco stopped trying to impede her process getting through all the biographies. but i also think hermione stopped trying to read them all. they (forgive the pun) closed the book on that rather painful reminder for both of them.

#anonymous asks #wait and hope #beginning and end

[androgynoussublimeangel]

I've seen so much fan art of Crowley wearing snake related clothes and jewelry. From that fancy dress with a gold snake as the back piece or snake rings, earrings bracelets etc. But I raise you Aziraphale wearing snake stuff. At first he'd just pick up a snake themed ring or two just cuz they were quite lovely and the craftsmanship really was commendable, no other reason. But after the stopping the not-apocalypse and becoming more assured in his feelings for Crowley he can finally start sneaking in little bits of snake themed apparel. A little snake shaped cross collar tie, a snake shaped chain for his pocket watch. A pocket square patterned with little snakes or a snake print bowtie. He even transfigures his host to have pierced ears after one of his regulars from the bookshop gifts him with a pair of snake earrings, finding his seemingly fondness for snakes rather adorable.

Crowley, per usual, is slow on the uptake. It's not that he doesnt notice. He notices everything about his angel, Aziraphale couldn't change a hair without Crowley noticing. He likes to think hes observant but anyone with eyes would simply call him lovesick. He simply doesnt know how to interpret this newfound reptilian inspired addition to his Angel's fashion sense. Then he thinks perhaps Aziraphale is teasing him possibly mocking him? It rather bothers Crowley being completely unsure which is worse, not knowing the reason or assuming one that's probably worse.

When he finally cannot take the torture anymore their sitting in the back of the shop late at night. Aziraphale wrapped up in a book per usual while Crowley has stared blankly at the same passage for the past few hours not even realizing the book was upside down. He stands up and throws the book down (onto the chair of he is no longer occupying since he'd never get an answer if he harmed any of Aziraphale books and ended up being smitten where he stood, though angelic wraith had nothing on the truly destructive power of his Angel's puppy dog eyes) and demanded answers. Pacing back and forth and working himself into a ramble before Aziraphale stopped him by grabbing his hands.

Laughing gently the angel explains it started out as a guilty pleasure. An innocent sin, a way to cope with wanting Crowley, loving Crowley, but not being able to be with him. Then when he grew brave enough to wear his little collection it become a comfort. "A way to always have a reminder of you, so when I'm missing you I can still feel like a piece of you is always with me." His angel explains with a fond smile and his rubs his thumb thoughtfully over the little snake ring wound around his finger.

Crowley is dumbstruck and very glad for his sunglasses, though unaware that perhaps the growing redness of his face still destroys his suave air of assured confidence. Aziraphale just smiles fondly as Crowley coughs and stutters his way through a response though eventually his demon offers shyly, "perhaps then, after my next shed, we could do something when the old scales, that way you truly always have a piece of me?" Aziraphale beams, overjoyed and praising his clever demon covering his faces in angel kisses while Crowley tries not to preen (he fails).

Aziraphale gets many compliments from bookshop customers when he finally wears his newest piece of snake themed clothing. A silver chain around his neck connects to a small clear bottle inside which holds black snake skin that shimmers almost iridescent in the light. Aziraphale is quite proud if both his new jewelry and to brag that it was a gift from someone very special as well. Crowley smirks from behind a magazine hes pretending to read, reaching up to gently stroke the pure white feather attached to a chain that hides beneath his shirt.

#good omens #good omens aziraphale #good omens crowley #crowley #crowley good omens #aziraphale #aziraphale good omens #gay #infallible husbands #prompt #fluff #fic prompt #writing #crowley x aziraphale #demon #angel

[wwounu]

Yesss Keags! You absolute genius! as everything crumbles around him, he dreams about the Reader bc they are his safe space. And he learns he has the power to create as much as he can destroy also. So he puts it to his advantage to do just that with the Reader. And ahh the fluff after the angst bc our baby finds his self confidence. & you can see him and reader traveling bw the two worlds helping every way they can. & nonu teaching little ones like him that it's good to be different. 🥺😭 -🍰

*bare with me

okokok so

wonwoo is obviously in bad condition and everything around him is just crumbling to bits

and all he wants to do is see you but hes scared he’ll hurt you without realising it so which is why he hides away

and everyone who comes across him is wished away to god knows where

but his power temps him to do bad things but the wonwoo thats still there still holds on and tries his best to stay away from that danger as much as possible to keep others safe

but its too much for him

he wants the pain to go away but it hurts so much and he wants to hurt everyone who has ever hurt him

And it only causes more pain to come and hes honestly tired of it all and the only thing that calms him down is thinking about his bookstore, his family and you

so he cries himself to sleep in isolated destruction

however in his dream he dreams of you and he feels happy as if hes lived in misery all of his life

and you say ‘do you want to stay with me, wonwoo? Forever?’

and wonwoo, whos still in love, says the quietest ‘yes’

and youre like ‘okay’ before you push him with the slightest touch and he falls backwards and its strange

its first through hell, then the celestial world, then his bookshop, then into darkness

and hes like ‘not... not again— im scared, please’

and wonwoo wakes up with tears in his eyes and sits up

but hes in a bright, clean room and says ‘huh?’ in a tiny voice

And his condition is still the same, wrecked and damaged and the dominant voices are tempting him to do soemthing he’ll regret

it gets too much before you come into the room because he’s in your bedroom in your apartment

and you just. Drop everything and jump on him

he winces, hurt, but is too shocked to process this all

to process y o u

and he genuinely foesnt believe it until youre like ‘youre here’

wonwoo: here? ive only been gone for two days...

then you pull wonwoo away, confused as you say

‘wonwoo... its been three months’

and you look absolutely wrecked by saying that fact and wonwoo has completely forgot about the day rotations in the real world and the celestial one bc they work weirdly

but you dont go further and point at an open window blowing in cold air and youre like

‘Ive kept it open every night hoping youd come back through it... i even left the light on and your favourite book with one of your pot plants in the library’

and wonwoo starts to cry because this is the most sentimental thing someone has done for him and he holds you tight while dangerously sobbing

even though youd recoprocate the hug, there was something hanging to the hug that wasn’t wonwoo

anyway wonwoo says ‘please, the world is so cruel to me, i... i just want to be with you, i want it to only be us two—‘

hes shaking but the room also begins to shake and youre getting scared, figuring out that wonwoo is probably doing this all

so you stop him and go, hold on wonwoo, listen

and you pat his tear stained cheeks and hes just like a sad kitty just wsnting to be loved, with his broken wings that are classified as impure and disgusting, his whole being classed as disgusting

the shaking stops a little but you can see correlations between wonwoo wincing when the shaking intensifies

and you simply just ask ‘whats happened?’

and he explains about his power and how he feels like he cant be in control and its like hes in the passenger seat of all of this

he cant go on because it makes him sob more and youre just wiping away his tears one by one, letting him take his time

then you say how you’ll protect wonwoo through the good and bad, that hes stronger than this force because theres still that good in him which knows whats right and that it doesnt change anything about how you feel about him

wonwoo: what if i hurt you?

you: i’ll be okay, you’ll save me at the end of the day

he goes on how he cant control it but one touch from you and he’s automatically calmed, breathing steady and the room stopped from trembling

and wonwoo smiles, crying again this crybabyboy before he eventually sleeps next to you, your apartment room having itself stop shaking and glad that your angel is by your side again, playing with his feathers because it helps him fall asleep

OR LIKE (im sorry this is so long djdhs) he disappears for a while in his world of destruction in order to protext the reader, but he’s still observing over them as they do their day to day things, and he wishes small favours to make their day and help them but on the other hand wonwoo thinks they’ve had their memory wiped by the angels and demons, when in reality the angels and demons kept the readers memory because the fear over wonwoo’s power and what he’ll do to them, so whenever wonwoo isnt paying attention the reader is always doing things for wonwoo because they miss them, like opening their window everynight, driving past the bookstore to make sure its in shape, taking a plant or two or all to water and care for them, play with one of wonwoo’s feathers that fell from his wings in their wallet, small things like that which wonwoo doesnt notice and its :((( but they eventually find their way together again bc lbr theyre fated to be

[adhdusagi]

Princess Tutu episodes 14-end

I watched the entire second half of the series in one day because I make good life choices

Previously on Princess Tutu Watch:

Okay I can get back to Tokyo Mew Mew now

+++++++++++++++++++

It was a lie, I could NOT

EPISODE, UH, FUCK……… 14! - The Raven

asdklsdhflhdl (google docs stop capitalizing my keysmashes) they’re bringing back “once upon a time there was a man who died”!!!!!! Honestly that might be one of my favorite lines in this whole show

Gotta love the sarcasm in “and they lived happily ever after”

The theme song…… it’s so good

Oh nooooooooooooooo

This scene is literally just the “I’ve got a headache that comes and goes” meme

Fakir you complete dork. You’re all dorks

“Princess Tutu and a crocodile are totally different” you tell ‘im, Mytho

Duck speaks so much more regularly than the other main characters? I mean, there’s Fakir over there like “Shall we go?” and Duck saying things like “I’m gonna be late!” and using “like” and “stuff”... I mean, I know this is the dub, but

Duck why are you using Fakir’s dumb excuses omg

Lilie is just the personification of my negative thoughts

BUT WHAT DID MYTHO TELL FAKIR

Awwwwwwww Duck, no

They’re in a terrifying Raven Dimension with like, ominous music and people wailing in the background and meanwhile Kraehe and the Raven are just having like, a normal conversation

Also, are the white feathers supposed to be like, what’s trapping the Raven there?

Duck please

Wait, Princess Tutu transformed on her own!

Episode 15 - Coppelia

Also, watching Fakir try and fail to stop Mytho from jumping out the window is Pain

Lilie you are a Strange Child

STEALTH DUCK RETURNS!

Oh no?? Fakir doesn’t want to get Mytho in trouble???

alsdfksfh the entire student population is Here For The Drama

Duck don’t yell in the library

Fakir just doesn’t make good decisions

Oooh that doesn’t look good

Sad Kraehe Theme Alert

You “just happened” to do a lot of things, Lilie

Omg Lilie “Want to just happen to go see?”

Rue just shows up to trash talk Fakir for a minute and then leaves

I say as if I’m not in So Much Pain

Yeah! Every single time Princess Tutu transformed in the first season, it was because Drosselmeyer said something, but now she’s transforming on her own!

Oh no Mytho

Also I like how Tutu doesn’t just flat-out say “you don’t actually love him” and instead is just like “how about you try doing things you enjoy with the guy you like instead of giving him Your Actual Heart”

Episode 16 - The Maiden’s Prayer

Wait is Angry Narrator back or did the other narrator just regain the heart shard of Withering Scorn?

Lilie isn’t even interested in the love triangle, she just wants Duck and Pike to fight

Is that Goatette

“So pretty…. What? Oh yeah I meant the flowers of course haha” Duck

Such a serious child

“Love only me, hate everyone else”/“The prince who loves me and me alone”

This child is amazing

It was such a good decision to give Fakir a little sister. A good decision for everyone involved

aslfsdjhklgdlghdjghfdklkdkalh Kraehe told him that Duck would suffer if she knew what was happening with Mytho so Fakir isn’t going to tell herrrrrrrrrr Fakir please don’t internalize that!! You are breaking my heart sir

Oh my god it wasn’t Goatette it was the sloth

*The Can Can plays loudly over a sloth just kinda hangin out*

Episode 17 - Crime and Punishment

This may or may not have been the last episode I watched the first time I watched this show?

“Eyes of truth” huh?

This dumbass child

Femio, from the other side of the school grounds: “DID SOMEBODY SAY ‘PRINCE’????”

What the Fuck are you doing with your hands, kid

Why are you a cow

Honestly as over-the-top as Femio is he is also simultaneously the most realistic middle-schooler in this entire show

Oh my god he’s on probation

I’m sorry I’m just talking about Femio but he’s hilarious

Truly a Grade A Idiot

What is he even doing with his life

I’ve become Lilie

These characters have emotional crises over people saying the stupidest things and tbh I relate to that

Oh dear!

The thing is, Femio would be really annoying in real life, but in a tv show he’s just amusing

Rue’s FACE, she’s so done

I like how Duck can tell which building Rue’s in just by the amount of crows around it

Tbh all the students probably have noticed what’s going on, they just think it’s some kind of weird performance art thing. Wouldn’t be out of character for this school

Fakir and Uzura really are siblings, I love this

The best part about this episode is it’s this completely ridiculous person unintentionally getting in the middle of everybody’s emotional issues

“I feel kinda like something happened, and kinda like it didn’t” Duck you are absolutely correct

And of course the Aquarium is good once again

Episode 18 - The Wandering Knight

Incidentally, how old are these kiddos? We know Mytho is older than Duck, so Fakir and Rue probably are too?? But like, probably only by a year? Who even knows what their actual ages are

I mean, Duck is a duck so

It’s! The trees from the opening!

I don’t know if I’ve asked this before, but why does Fakir have a horse?

Oh my god Lilie

Can everybody STOP picking on Fakir for being afraid to die? He is 14, leave him alone

Ahiru is trying so hard to be helpful, give her a chance Fakir

Once again Rue shows up to get in a burn on Fakir and then leave

I swear every time the Aquarium plays in this show

Oh noooooooo Ruuuuueeeeeeee

Literally Protect All Of These Characters

Save These Children From Their Own Emotional Issues

FAKIR PLEASE

Pride is absolutely the worst feeling Mytho could get back right now?

“There’s something sinister going on that I’m not a part of!” And that really gets to you doesn’t it Dross. I bet it’s really… grinding your gears!!!

(why do I feel so proud of insulting a fictional character)

Episode 19 - A Midsummer Night’s Dream

Wow we really are starting this one off on a sinister note (it’s Drosselmeyer’s revenge on me for that pun)

Of course he can’t tell you, he doesn’t fuckin know what’s going on

Fakir please stop basing your entire identity around being a knight

Oh no, Mytho’s regained the heart shard of Basing Your Entire Identity Around Upholding A Role

I wonder if Hermia being tall is like, a meta Shakespeare joke, cause in the play Helena’s really tall and Hermia’s really short, but in every production I’ve seen it was the other way around

Rue stop projecting your insecurities onto your boyfriend

Ohhhhhhhh dear

Finally someone tells all the crows hanging around to shut up

Oh my god she really is super tall

Or Ahiru’s just super short

I am learning so much about ballet mimes

Cool bird shadows

Whoa, different raven background. And the Raven isn’t speaking with him this time? What does it mean

On no, Tutu

Hahaha oh no

Aaahaha they’re the same

THEY EVEN DO THE SAME ARM-FLAILY THING

Episode 20 - The Forgotten Story

ALRIGHT, TIME FOR THE FAKIR’S SAD BACKSTORY EPISODE

Raetzel: *walks in*

Uzura: And where do you fit in the shipping chart, ma’am

THIS is a High Quality Directatorial Decision

Oh no Duck. oh no she’s so earnest nooooo

It is just Extremely Wrong to see Mytho dancing to something besides Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy

Mr. Cat can hear the word “wedding” from three floors up

Oh my GOD they put broken heart stickers on the window

I mean, I say they but we all know it was Lilie

Again, Duck knows exactly where shit’s going down just because that’s where all the crows are

Oh no!

Everybody needs to stop giving Fakir shit Right Now. Everybody needs to stop thinking it’s a bad thing that Fakir didn’t fucking Die, and that includes Fakir OKAY????

I’ve been thinking… Raven Mytho keeps saying things like “people only want love because they want to be loved” and I wonder… if that was sort of his experience as a prince. Or maybe I’m just getting this mixed up with Utena lol. But it does seem like a genuine issue he has as opposed to just something he says to manipulate people. Hm.

Episode 21 - The Spinners

Every time the narrator says “once upon a time there was a man who died” I Will Flip

Duck tries to lean nonchalantly against a door, it goes about how you’d expect

Duck that’s not how writing works (ughgfjdghskjkgf my pain)

AW NO

Oh no Duck is too relatable

UUAAAAAA TREE GHOST TREE GHOST

“Follow my every order and be prepared to die if you should fail” it’s almost like you WANT me to hate you. FAKIR DOESN’T NEED THIS

See Duck agrees with me

PETITION FOR PEOPLE TO LEAVE FAKIR THE FUCK ALONE THAT MEANS YOU TREE GHOST

Ohshit it’s that old guy from the bookshop???

Uzura is NOT “unrelated”, obviously she is Fakir’s baby sister

“I’m just watching again” oh no Duck

Autor what the Fresh Heck are you doing to Fakir

YOU ARE NOT FINE?????????

Honestly Fakir needs to get in touch with his emotions, not get sleep deprived and hallucinate in a field

This tree is saying things Edel said??? Was Edel made from the wood of this tree?????? Oh my god???????????

Anyway that was Intense

Listen, Raven Mytho has real issues and you can fight me on this

Ah, I see Dross is practicing the time-honored authorial tradition of “If the Story Isn’t Working, Hit It With a Wrench”

Episode 22 - Crown of Stone

But who’s going to protect Fakir huh? Answer me that, Duck

One big-ish happy familyyyyyyyyy

I needed this life advice tbh

Aaaaaah Uzura’s talking to Rue!

“Are you the Rue we’re worried about?” I love how she just included herself in that

Autor, I’m……. not sure you want the tree ghost cult to acknowledge you

Uhm, I’m pretty sure Autor doesn’t fit into the shipping chart and I think Uzura would agree with me

Ah fuck!!! Fakir turn around

Wait it’s an owl on a grandfather clock?? Is that actually a thing? These watchnotes are coming full circle

“I want people to love me, but is it okay to just be loved?” yep, the prince is having issues

Autor, I’m pretty sure Ahiru is figuring all that out right now

And like, the Book Men totally know it too, so

HOLY CRAP THIS SEQUENCE

AND THE MUSIC THE MUSIC IS PERFECT

SKLAFDJKVHFJK;JKLSdf;DSLKJFAKSDAKFJHFKLJJFGKLHGJFHSDLJ

I love this show

EPISODE 23 - Marionette

OH! OH! IT’S THE MUSIC EDEL ALWAYS PLAYED BUT SPED UP! That’s actually kinda creepy!

Anyway now I know why I’m so protective of Fakir, we’re both writers who can’t write anything

Oh noooooooooooo Rue

Oooooooooooh don’t like that

Ruuueeeeeeeeee please don’t stab your boyfriend we’ve been over this

Incidentally, hulu needs to quit it with these bogus commercial placements

Drosselmeyer: How dare you try to resolve your emotional problems!

Dross that’s called character development

Hahahaha joke’s on you Dross!

aaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I! LOVE! THEM!

No of course your heart is lovey-dovey Uzura! Your heart is the lovey-dovey-est!!!

Incidentally, Autor is That Guy who says just because you haven’t finished/published anything you’re not a Real Writer. And he is Wrong

Episode 24 - The Prince and the Raven

Okay, just from this title I know I won’t be able to handle this

THIS ISN’T EVEN THE PENULTIMATE EPISODE

YOU ARE HITTING ME WITH ONCE UPON A TIME THERE WAS A MAN WHO DIED RIGHT OUT OF THE GATE I CANNOT BELIEVE

Okay but and then this story explains all of Raven Mytho’s emotional issues as well???

*sigh* Autor……. Fakir literally just told you his motivation is to protect people and you’re still going on about controlling the fates of all mankind… are you sure you’re not Drosselmeyer’s direct descendent?

Rue don’t go into the crow building

Honestly I’m still dying over the fact that you can tell where things are happening purely based on which building all the crows are at today

Tiny Rue is breaking my heart

UUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAA TINY RUE IS DOING BALLET

Omg Rue in the beginner’s class!

Oh noooo Uzura’s saaaaad

I KNOW I’ve heard this songgggggggg

THAT WAS A BIT OF THE FOSSILS FROM CARNIVAL OF THE ANIMALS???

Okayokayokay so it’s not Carnival of the Animals but DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS it’s another piece by Saint-Saens and DO YOU KNOW what that piece is called????? fuckin Danse Macabre!!!!! I am immediately filled with a sense of foreboding!!!

The music choices in this show are going to destroy me one day

HOLY CRAP????

I can’t believe so goddamn much happened in this episode???

Episode 25 - The Dying Swan

I’m not rrrrrrrrreadyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

Not even the narrator’s obvious disappointment in Drosselmeyer can give me solace

Oh my god so is the Drosselmeyer we know just a character in Dead Drosselmeyer’s story?

I think it’s a testament to this story’s power that I’m having so many emotions about it even though I know what’s going to happen? Like, some stories, reading the summary is pretty much the same as hearing the story, but Princess Tutu is not one of those stories

Like I just overcame my social anxiety to ask my roommate to be quieter, that’s how good this story is

Aaaaaagh Rue’s change from saying “you love me” to saying “I love you” my HEART

Oh shoot! Mytho’s angry! I thought one of the gate heart shards might be anger

Oh my god Autor literally no one cares what TEA Drosselmeyer drank look at Fakir he’s so done

Aaaaaaaa ohno

EVISCERATE HIM FAKIR

Holyshitholyshitholyshit

Okay but see the lake is outside the city so Dross just took some random normal duck and plunked her down in his fairytale town and that’s why like, a cat teacher seems weird to her because she’s not from inside the story

OH NO THEY’RE PLAYING THE SWAN BUT THIS TIME IT’S RUE

rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr fuck OFFFFFF

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh it’s the sword birds

excUSE you Dross, the knight has NOT “long been useless”

Episode 26 - Finale

I can’t believe after 9 years I’m finally going to finish watching this show

Okay it’s happening

It begins and ends with “once upon a time, there was a man who died”, the absolute most perfect first line in the history of first lines and you can fight me on this

Okay I’m already almost crying just from the theme song, like the Tchaikovsky fits perfectly into it? I’m gonna sing it

I’m just screaming???? They’re all in distress

BUT DUCK IS NOT GOING TO GIVE IN TO DISTRESS

RUE IS THE SWAN

DUCK DECIDES TO WRITE HER OWN STORY AND THE MUSIC FROM THE END OF THE THEME SONG STARTS PLAYING MY HEART

I’M ACTUALLY CRYING

IT’S ALL THE PEOPLE SHE HELPED

THEY ARE PLAYING THE THEME THAT PLAYS WHEN DUCK IS HAPPY

FUCKING -- AND YOU HIT ME WITH ONCE UPON A TIME THERE WAS A MAN WHO DIED NOW

LOOK! LOOK THE SCENERY OUTSIDE THE TOWN FADES IN

I watched it.

#princess tutu watch #i still cannot believe

[cannibaldeerdoe]

Romance is dead.

"She is probably using him." Was the first sentence out of his mouth.  It had slipped out as he starred blankly into his latte as it swirled casually around the espresso and whipped cream in the cup. His friends, Audrey and Stella, Both had their jaws a gap.

To which Darnell simply shrugged nonchalantly, sipping coolly at his drink.

He glanced left, then right at both of his dear friends. A bored expression plastered on his face before he set his drink down, the sleeves of his dark over sized hoodie shuffling over his knuckles as the drink was set.

Darnell had short cut black hair, thick curls at the ends near his neck where he felt he may need to get a haircut sometime in the near future. Long bangs pushed out of his eyes as green eyes took in the shocked expressions of his friends once more before deciding to finally speak up.

"What?" He stated so plainly, " I was pretty sure you were use to this by now. " He stated plainly.

The girl's had been gossiping about a college campus romance unfolding. They had seemed like the most typical couple in the world, boy meets girl, they start doing casual stuff around campus, holding hands, walking to class, ect, ect. Darnell has seen this sort of thing at least a dozen or so times before.

It always ended the same. Heart break. Either after a month or two they faded apart, or one cheats on the other, or the other gets dissatisfied by the fact they only want such and such items. Petty stuff that was enough to ruin anyones mood.

This time though, The guy had left a bouquet of flowers on her desk with a note. She later came back with a red blush on her face.

He had apparently surprised her with some sweets in her locker next, ending with a request to an amusement park. after only a year of dating it seemed he finally proposed. She had yet to give her answer yet. Though, according to his friends, she was a fool to say no to such a romantic gesture.

"No. Dont you see? He obviously figured out she was the perfect fit for him. " Stated Audrey, resting her chin on her palm as she stuck out her puffy lips. Her perfect dark skin seeming to meld well with the lighting drifting in through the window they were seated beside.

"You typically need a few years and living together to know that"

"Maybe he just knew, y'know, like a soul mate or something. " Stated his other friend, Stella stated, her brunettes' locks hanging low as he rested her elbow on the counter. Her gold hooped earrings shinning as they interacted with the sun hitting the table.

"No, See, Here's how things will play out. They rush into this marriage, and after a year pop out some children. They arent prepared or ready for kids so that causes tension. They find out their views on raising kids is vastly different and they dont coordinate well. They divorce, wondering why they were ever in love in the first place. " He began to take a sip at his drink. Humming casually.

"Its so simple. Heard it a dozen times before. There is no such thing as love or romance not in the real world. " They both stared at him, their brown and blue eyes glaring  him down before Audrey broke the silence.

"Yeah, Well, I hope you stay single forever with that sort of attitude!" To such an accusation, the group laughed. Cheerful fun having presented itself.

The group soon decided to depart, standing and walking down the street, the busy city gleaming and bustling with life.

Short lived romance, People arguing, Artists, dancers, office workers. It was just everyday life in this beautiful city. A city of small drama and comfortable living for young people.

It was perfect for beginnings and amazing for endings. Only issue was a lot of the time it was placed in that cold hard, cough syrup flavored reality.

They chattered and Darnell once more found himself laughing.

He had sworn he would stay single forever, because, to him romance was just something he enjoyed reading about in his spare time. It wasnt something that was real. It wasnt something that lasted. Just like his own parents. When he was a kid, they argued non-stop while swearing they were once in love.

To Darnell, Love was a spark that eventually faded. Love that lasted was usually just that. A fairy tale. One he figured he would enjoy avoiding at al cost.

Darnell paused, spotting in a window pane a book he had been in desperate need of and been eagerly awaiting the release of the next volume!

He could hardly contain such excitement, Pausing to stare into the window that showed the new released.

"I didnt even get the notification! "He exclaimed, waving hurriedly to his friends. They looked at eachother before turning to continue to walk.

"We can just meet you later." Stated Stella,

"How a romance nerd like you doesnt believe in real romance is such a god damn mystery to me."

The bell chimed delightfully and slightly annoyingly as he hurriedly opened the door to the bookshop.

Rushing over to the bookshelf behind the window case and searching frantically for where the volume might be located.

"Can I help you?" Stated a smooth voice almost like caramel from behind him.

Darnell's shoulders slumped some, he hated social interactions with  strangers. He had already guessed a read on his personality before even turning to face him. Gorgeous and surrounded by women at all peaks of the hours.

"Im just looking for the book that was released in this series. "He hardly bothered to look the man in the eye.

There was an audible hum from the man as he answered Darnell's query.

"I havent quite gotten around to putting them on the shelf yet. The copies are actually still in a box just over there. I just finished with the display a few minutes ago before being dragged off by my manager." He chuckled softly, his voice sounding almost as sickeningly radiant as the bell that chimed when he strode in.

"Well why bother setting up the display if they arent--"Darnell was about to go off on this guy, who care's if he is good looking?! Yet, when his green eyes met with this guy's almost brown his heart seemed to skip. As though it were waking from a cold damp slumber and stretched its feathered wings.

What. The. Fuck. Oh no, you go back to being dead right this instant!

He swallowed, rolling his eyes and trying to look more disgruntled than what he actually was.

"Just give me the damn copy. "

He demanded, which was promptly met with a chuckle, a smile. And him bending over to reveal even better of a view.

Yeah. He was asking for heart break with this guy. Last thing he needed in his life was more heart break.

He plopped the heady hardcopy into Darnell's hands. His eyes seemed to gleam as he held his most recent favorite romance novel. It was glorious! It was just as great as everything written about it in the forums!

He slouched back into his normal mood, His lip stuck out as he avoided eye contact and held the book tightly to his chest.

"Thanks."

"No problem, I can check you out as well if you'd like. It looks like your friends may have come back for you after all." He chuckled again, waving politely to the two girls standing outside.

Why were they just watching the whole scene? Were they expecting something from all this?!

He bought his book and went about his day. His friends teasing him that the guy back there was right up his alley in every way, shape and form!

"Did you get his name?"

"Did you get his number...?"

" His names Bryan. No, Why would I even bother?" They continued their taunts. Although they all stopped suddenly in their steps, the sound of rampant feet clattering towards the group.

They had gone quite a ways from the bookstore now and were on their way home, surprised to find the handsome and bold short haired red head sprinting towards them.

He huffed, changed from his bookstore uniform. He was red in the face a large smile as he tried to play off how awkward it must have looked running towards them.

"I cant--!"He tried to say between gasps for air. "Believe I ran into you again!" He stated exasperated, "I thought about this earlier, I got so excited when I saw you again I thought it might be a good chance!" he began to dig around in his pocket, pulling out his phone.

"I notice you read romance in my mother's store a lot! I thought you might be interested in maybe coming to a book club with me. It's run by my sister. The next reading is 'What blooms in winter' A new romance story that was released by an armature novelist. "

He smiled, directing the phone screen to Darnell in particular.

"I figured I could...Get your number. It's next week. I can even stop by and pick you up by the store?"

In Darnell's mind at that moment he could heart the thrum of his heart, His friends both at a loss for words. That was basically asking for a date. Adding in some lame excuse for how he could get his number.

He rolled his eyes.

His head was screaming for a yes, yes, YES! Though he instead shoved the phone back into the guys hands. "Why in the world would I bother going to something so childish as a book club. "he snarled. Turning sharply on his heel.

"S-Sorry he--" "Stop talking to the creep!" He interrupted, Not wanting to put up with Stella's excuse.

After that, he said good bye to his friends. Hugs and cheers as they departed. He stood there in the hallway. Waiting for everyone to get to their dorms.

He stood in the silence. Looked left. Looked right.

Then he found his legs were moving on their own.

Sprinting as fast, if not faster, than he thought possible down the hallway, bursting through the doors of his apartment, back down that alley way with his sneakers noisily smacking against the loud concrete.

He turned the corner to the empty city street to see a lone man in a dark green and white t-shirt walking with his hands in his pockets.

He looked a bit forlorn to say the least and turned almost at the last minute to view a black haired, skinny pale male moving faster than he had since middle school gym.

He could barely stop, barreling towards the broad-shouldered red head. He stopped just in time before a crash course collision.

Gasping in deep shallow breaths. He couldnt dare try to say words.

They both stood there in awkward silence.

"Are you al--"He was about to ask, though Darnell very quickly grabbed for his phone from his hands. He held his breath as he rushed to type in his number and throw it back into his hands.

He still was quite breathless but now stood up straight, a scowl present on his face and turned back to walk jelly legged back to his apartment. Leaving the man to the empty street once more.

A soft chuckle being heard from him.

#writing #short stories #lgbtq+ #my writing

[thejacketandthehook]

CS Fanfic: Spoilers

Title: Spoilers 1/1

Author: thejacketandthehook (aka everystareverywhere)

Summary:  Emma Swan has a soulmate tattoo on her ribcage that gives her pretty big spoilers for the Harry Potter universe.

Disclaimers: I own absolutely nothing 

Rating: General Audiences 

Author’s Notes: So I was inspired to write this based off of these two prompts: so if in the soulmate au the very first words your soulmate ever says to you are tattooed somewhere on your body since the day you are born imagine having something like ‘man I cant believe dumbledore died’ tattooed on you. imagine being spoiled for a book series that doesnt even exist yet. imagine worrying about this dumbledore guy your whole childhood while not knowing who he is. imagine knowing dumbledore dies before jk rowling even thinks about it. (@dondaario)

So you finally find your soulmate. After years of knowing that dumbledore dies and the entire franchise being ruined, you find him. You’re in the theatre, dumbledore is dead and you hear it. ‘Man I can’t believe dumbledore died’ by a guy walking right by you and in you’re rage you shout ‘You! You’re the one!’ The guy stops, looks at you, his own arm to read the words, then back at you and he says, “That’s not really how I imagined that being said” (@littlelions101)

A30

The mark had been there since the day Emma was born. As she grew older she knew what it was: her soulmate mark. At first she was excited; a soulmate mark on her meant somewhere out there would be someone who would love and care for her, correct? But if life told her one thing it was this: life is pain. Prince Charming did not exist. Fairy Godmothers were not coming to save her. And soulmarks meant absolutely nothing.

However, that never really stopped her from wandering what in hell her soulmate was talking about. The words "Man, I can't believe Dumbledore died" were as mysterious to her as how the mark ended up on her ribcage. Just below her left breast the words appeared and she had no idea who this Dumbledore person was or why her soulmate couldn't believe they died. Were they a political figure? Someone of great importance? She hated wearing bikini tops because someone always noticed the words. And since soulmate tattoos were the all the rage, especially among teenage girls, she was usually bombarded with questions. "Do you know who he is? That Dumble...guy?"

No, actually she had no clue. It wasn't until she was almost seventeen that she finally figured it out. The Harry Potter series was huge, but not so much in the beginning. And between foster houses and making sure she had a place to sleep every night, she didn't always pay attention to what was going on in pop culture. It actually wasn't until her boyfriend at the time, Neal and she snuck into a movie theater to see the latest craze: Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone.

"I haven't read the book," Neal whispered to her as the lights dimmed and the music got louder. "There for kids. But I heard the movie is pretty good."

Emma nodded, as though she thought the same thing though she actually never even heard of Harry Potter until Neal brought it up an hour earlier.

And it was during the train scene, when Harry gets the trading card and reads "Albus Dumbledore" that Emma intakes a deep breath. Dumbledore was a fictional character from a children's book. So she waited with bated breath for the final scenes where this wizard would just keel over.

Only Dumbledore didn't die. He was actually alive and well at the end of the movie, which left Emma a bit perplexed. She looked around at the other adults and children as they left the theatre and looked up at Neal who was waiting for the people in front of him to move.

"But--"

"What?" he asked, turning his torso to look back down at her.

Emma pointed weakly to the screen, still rolling the credits. "It's just...Wasn't...."

He turned completely around to face her. "What's the matter?"

That's when she realized that he has never seen her tattoo. He had no idea that she was waiting for the headmaster to have a heart attack or get shot or something so he could die.

"Nevermind."

But now Emma was consumed. When did the headmaster of Hogwarts die?

But before she could pick up the books, Neal spoke about a home in Tallahassee and all thoughts of witches and wizards went right out of Emma's head. For Hogwarts was make-believe, whereas what Neal was suggesting was reality.

But as she mentioned before, life is pain. Instead of sunny days by the beach,she suddenly found herself arrested for Neal's actions. That bastard walked free while Emma got eleven months in prison for a crime she didn't commit.

Emma grew more and more depressed as she spent time in jail. No one ever came to visit her (since Neal was the only thing she had to family and friends), no letter was ever sent her way. Well, that wasn't exactly true. Emma did get an envelope with just a car key and a swan keychain with no note. Not that she cared that she had a car when she was leaving this dump.

Before Emma really hit rock bottom (though, at this point she was pretty sure rock bottom was her permanent residence), she escaped to the library. She did always found solace in books, and perhaps one of them can take her away from this hellhole. And that's when she saw it on the bookshelf: Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. She quickly picked it up and scanned through it. It was well used, no doubt about that, but a quick glance at the end showed no ripped pages, so that was good enough for her. But then she noticed three other books: Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets; Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban; Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

It was a freaking series! That's why Dumbledore didn't die at the end of the movie! Because he must die in one of the other books.

She quickly picked them all and escaped to a small corner of the room, wanting nothing more than a beanbag or chair for her to sit on. When she got herself settled, she opened the first one.

Of course she didn't finish the four books that afternoon, but by the time she got to the Goblet of Fire, she knew for certain that she was a Harry Potter fan. The books took her so far away from prison that she wanted to go to Hogwarts any chance that she got.  

When she was released the first thing she did was try to locate someplace to work. Getting two jobs at two separate diners, she was able to save enough for a crappy apartment that barely had a door on the bathroom. But before she even got herself a television, she bought the four books for the series. And when she went through them again, she noticed something at the end of the fourth book: Coming Soon: Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (06/20/03).  

June 20?! Why that was only a month away! Emma could barely contain her excitement that another book was under way. How she longed to get lost in Harry's head for a while, since though his life completely sucked before he went to Hogwarts, it seemed to be picking up. He at least had friends and the Weasley family that treated him like one of them.

Emma had been passing a bookshop a few weeks later when she saw a sign that read: Midnight Release of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix June 20, 2003! Come join us as we continue Harry's story at Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! Remember to dress up as your Hogwarts house!

Emma had no intention of dressing up at a Hogwarts house (though she would have liked to be place in Gryffindor along Harry, Hermione, and Ron), but going to the midnight release sounded like fun. So when the night arrived, she left her house at nine o'clock and was stunned to see the huge crowd outside the store waiting for them to open for their midnight release.

She had a load of fun talking to the other fans, guessing what might come next. She, of course, didn't mention her tattoo on her ribcage, giving away one huge spoiler about what was going to come soon. How could she tell these diehard fans that a beloved character was going to die? Emma herself was devastated at the news, and she knew about it long before she even had heard of Harry Potter.

When she finally got the book, a part of her wondered (much like she did with every book before) if this was the book where it was going to happen. She almost wanted to flip to the end, just to know for certain if the beloved character was going to get the heart attack she thought he was going to have years earlier. But she didn't want to know any other spoiler, so she carefully read every page, looking for any foreshadowing that J.K. Rowling may have left behind.

A year later, Emma had enough money to move from Phoenix to anywhere else in the country (besides Florida). After contemplating California, New York, Michigan, and Massachusetts, she finally landed on Boston. It was a city, much like New York, but not as congested. And  since she was found twenty miles outside of Boston on the side of the highway, she had a small (tiny really) glimmer of hope that her parents might still be in Boston. But that was pipe dream, really.

After she was settled into a bigger apartment that had starling white walls and minimal furniture, she found out the third Harry Potter movie was coming out into theatres. When she heard about a midnight showing, she knew without a doubt she would be there.

Emma stood patiently on line when the person behind her bumped into her. "Oh, I'm sorry," a young woman said. Emma told her it was not a problem and then noticed how she was dressed up.

"Oh!" Emma said, turning fully around to get a good look at the woman who was probably her age. "You look great!"

With pixie cut black hair, round glasses, and a red lightning bolt mark on her forehead, the woman looked convincing like Harry Potter. She blushed lightly before ducking her head a bit. "Oh, thanks so much. You're not dressed up?"

Emma looked down at her plain white shirt and jeans. "No, not this time." She didn't want to admit that she couldn't afford to get anything resembling a Hogwarts scarf, let alone the whole wardrobe like the woman in front of her.

"Oh, well, I have a Gryffindor scarf here if you would like to wear it. It keep scratching the back of my neck. But you can wear it, if you'd like."

Emma took the scarf, genuinely touched by her giving nature. "Thank you."

"No problem. I'm Mary Margaret."

"Emma."

"Nice to meet you. How long have you been a fan?"

And just like that, Emma met her best friend. She and Mary Margaret spent as much time together as they could. Emma knew what Harry felt like when Harry was introduced to the Weasely household, because that's exactly how it felt for her. Mary Margaret and her whole family were so giving and wanted very little in return.

The next midnight book release (Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince) found both Mary Margaret and Emma dressed up. Mary Margaret was once again Harry Potter, and Emma wore a brown wig (purchased by Mary Margaret, even though Emma told her no) and a Gryffindor tie. Both girls were acting as though they were sixteen, but so did everyone else in the bookshop, so they didn't care.

As it got closer to midnight, the excitement level was going up in the store. Plus, the Starbucks attached to it were selling Harry Potter influenced beverages. Emma and Mary Margaret were both enjoying the Snitch when suddenly Mary Margaret was covered in a red drink covering her whole outfit.

"What the hell!?" she screamed as she stood up from the floor, turning around to see who did that to her.

"Oh my God," a young man said, looking horrified at what just happened. "I am so sorry. Let me get that for you."

This was the angriest Emma had ever seen Mary Margaret, who was turning as red as the drink currently going down her white shirt and black skirt. "Watch what you're doing, jerk!"

"I said I was sorry!" the man yelled back. Emma noticed that he too was dressed up, and was wearing a cheap red wig, with a Gryffindor necktie and robe. "Let me--I'll go get some napkins."

The man ran off to get napkins as someone nearby handed Emma some they had. Emma and Mary Margaret began wiping her off. She was muttering under her breath, when she suddenly took a deep breath and said, "What did he say?"

Emma was currently splashing a little water onto a napkin to get some of the red dye off of her friend's neck. "Who said what?"

"The guy. When the drink spilt on me, what did he say?"

"He apologized," Emma said distracted.

Mary Margaret grabbed Emma's arm forcing her to stop and focus. "Emma, listen. He said 'Oh my God, I'm so sorry. Let me get that for you.' Right? He said those exact words, right?"

"I guess. Why?" Emma asked the question, but she knew the answer before it came out of her friend's mouth.  

"Because that's what I have tattoo under my arm!" she whispered back. She pointed to her right side, along the torso. "Just here are those exact words. Emma! I think I met my soulmate!"

Emma wanted to sigh. "How do you know for certain? That's a pretty common phrase." Not like you have a major spoiler for a humongous fandom written on your body.

"Because I know!" she almost squealed. "Oh, he's coming back now.

And the boy was back with plenty of napkins and apologizes coming out for the following five minutes. He didn't realize how close he was to her, was certain the bookcase was behind him instead. He'll pay for dry cleaning, buy her the book to compensate. Oh, and his name was David Nolan.

"Mary Margaret Blanchard," she smiled. "And this is Emma Swan."

(Months later, Mary Margaret told Emma that David actually had the words "What the hell?" written on his upper thigh, making his parents very curious on who he was going to marry in the future.)

But it was actually the next day, after Emma finished reading Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince that her tattoo was correct. Only Dumbledore didn't just die, he was killed!

"I can't believe it," Mary Margaret said a few days after the book release, when both girls were able to get together to discuss what they had just read. "I can't freakin' believe it. Dumbledore died?!"

Maybe it was the mimosas, maybe it was the relief of finally being able to tell someone her secret, but Emma blurted out, "I knew it."

"You did not."

"I did too. I knew Dumbledore was going to die since before I can remember."

Mary Margaret, who fully believed that fairy tales actually happened, looked dubious. "And how is that, may I ask?"

Emma leaned a little closer, not to be overheard by the other customers. "Because of my soulmark tattoo."

Mary Margaret no longer looked doubtful. Now she look confused, as well as shocked. "Soulmark tattoo? You never told me you had a soulmark tattoo!"

"Because I knew you'd want to see it and I could let you with such a major spoiler!"

"I want to see it."

"Mary Margaret..."

"Please?"

"Not now. We're in a restaurant for crying out loud."

"They have a bathroom."

"No."

"Well, where is it?"

Emma gestured to under her breast. "On my ribs."

"I need to see it."

"You will. Just not now."

When they got back to their shared apartment, Mary Margaret barely closed the door before pulling at Emma's shirt. "For God's sake, woman, give me a moment!"

Emma finally took off her shirt and showed her tattoo to her friend. "Holy crap," Mary Margaret commented when she saw it. "You really did know Dumbledore was going to die the whole time."

"Every time I read a book, I was certain that was going to be the one where he died. This is actually such a huge relief for me. I always had to put make-up on it before going out, otherwise I was asked like a hundred questions."

Mary Margaret smiled. "You have a soulmark, Emma. Though, granted, I have never seen one that gives out such a major spoiler."

It was years later, after Mary Margaret and David were dating, then engaged, then happily married, that the three of them got there Harry Potter costumes on once more for the movie premiere of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince.

Mary Margaret was certain that this was going to be the night that Emma met her soulmate, but the woman herself was less certain. Mostly because she didn't care if she met him (or her) tonight. If it wasn't for Mary Margaret and David, she probably wouldn't even believe in it in the first place.

After the movie was over, and everyone just sat in their seats in pure silence did David say, "You know, reading that was difficult, but seeing it on the screen. That was just unbelievable."

Mary Margaret started to agree as people started getting up and walking towards the exit. The three of them stayed put for a moment; the line was barely moving, so it wasn't like they were going anywhere.

Emma was about to comment on the rest of the movie when she heard it. A British accent not two feet away from her said, "Man, I can't believe Dumbledore died."

Emma jumped to her feet, pointed to him and yelled, "You! You're the one!"

The man looked over at Emma before looking down at his arm. Shaking his head, he looked back up and commented, "I did not think you were going to say it like that."

Emma almost climbed over the seats trying to get to him. "You! I knew what was going to happen years before I even heard of Harry Potter and it's all because of you!"

"Love, I'm sorry," the man said putting out two hands, as though telling her to calm down. "It's not like I planned that."

"Thanks to you, I had major spoilers to the franchise! I probably knew about Dumbledore's death before J.K. Rowling!"

The man had the gall to laugh. "I'm sorry, love, I really am. But like I said, I didn't plan it. I don't make the rules. I'm sorry if that's the first thing you heard me say."

"Excuse me, but you're blocking the aisle," commented an older woman dressed up like Professor McGonagall.

"Apologizes," the man said as Emma muttered, "Sorry."

They moved along with the rest of the crowd, Emma's arms crossed tightly across her chest as the man tried really hard not to laugh at the circumstances he currently found himself in.

When they were outside, Emma turned towards the man once more. Even in the crappy lighting, she could tell he was a good looking guy. He had dark hair and light eyes, with a handsome face and just the right amount of scruff on his cheeks and chin. He was also dressed up in a Ravenclaw scarf and robe, and Emma was pretty sure she saw a wand sitting out of his pants pocket.

"Look, we got off on the wrong foot. Killian Jones," he said, sticking out his hand.

She placed her hand in his and gently shook it before letting go. "Emma Swan."

"Well, Emma Swan, it is lovely to meet you. Sorry about the spoiler, but like I said before, couldn't really help it."

"I know," she admitted in defeat. "It just sucked knowing that major piece of information. Totally ruined a part of the series for me."

"I can just imagine. Perhaps I can make it up to you."

"How?"

He scratched his chin. "I was thinking dinner, but I'll take anything really."

She cocked her head to the side. "Are you always that easy?"

He grinned and she almost had to hold onto the wall, because oh holy hell. "You don't know the half of it." Giving a small cough, he said with a gently smile, "I do need your phone number. So that I can contact you and make it up to you."

Emma handed him her phone where he put in his number. When he handed it back, she sent him a text so now he had her number.  

As she put her phone away, she said, "Dinner is a start."

"I'll make it up to you, I swear," he said turning to walk away.

"How?" she yelled when he got some distance between them.

He yelled back, "No spoilers."

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