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Don't mind me, I was just thinking about how Crowley must feel every time Aziraphale seems to put him in a box with the rest of hell. I know he tells him he's nice and kind and good and his friend just as many times or more, but still - after 6000 years of friendship and Doing The Right Thing together, it must have hurt when Aziraphale told him he's evil, and then even more when he told him you're the bad guys.
I just find it sooo interesting to look into every instance of Aziraphale talking about Crowley in either way. I want to take his thought process apart and study it under a microscope. We know that he knows that Crowley isn't evil, and we know that Crowley knows that he knows, and we (and Crowley) know that Aziraphale (up until a certain point) is just incredibly Heaven-brainwashed and it's hard for him to break out of that unless there's a situation at hand that requires Direct Action (see giving away the flaming sword to protect Adam and Eve, or protecting Job's children, or helping Elspeth to help Dalrymple, or stopping the Apocalypse).
How does he travel the world and the ages with Crowley and still somehow manage to call him evil with any level of seriousness? He is so convinced that all demons are evil, and at the same time he knows that Crowley's fall was unjust and a mistake and Crowley is NOT evil, but Crowley is a demon, but he's good and kind and nice and just, and Aziraphale sometimes struggles with that. Not consciously, I think, consciously he loves Crowley and trusts him and knows him well enough to see beyond angel/demon good/evil black and white thinking, but sometimes thoughts slip out of his mouth that are just. So far removed from what we know he knows.
He believes so strongly, in two things that could not be more mutually exclusive, and it's so fascinating. There's a lot of growth in that regard over the course of the series, we know that by the end of season 2 when he's talking to the Metatron, he is very clear in stating that his priority and his loyalty lie with Crowley, not with heaven. And I hold firm to my belief that he is going to Heaven because That's The Right Thing To Do, because he believes he can Make Things Better, for everybody, yes, but most importantly for Crowley. For the two of them!!
And YET. AND YET "you're the bad guys" somehow comes out of his mouth, when Crowley has Never really been a part of hell, and has always wanted to do the right thing for as long as Aziraphale has known him, and has been free of hell for Years now.
Still, Crowley is a Demon, and Demons Are Evil, angels and demons are hereditary enemies, right?
Except.... it's a little different when it's someone you know, isn't it?
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thinking about this excellent post by @nothingwithdignity , and this excellent post by @pocketgalaxies, and chewing through my walls thinking about the distinctions of giving in and giving up and letting go. and about control, even the dregs of it, up until the last bitter second.
Imogen is holding onto so much, so tightly. Imogen is white knuckling it through so much of her life. I've joked about her getting ruthless and terrifying in battles, about destressing and decompressing but- even at her most furious, even pressing buttons and blinded by adrenaline. Imogen has always been choosing, whenever she can.
She couldn't control the nightmares, she couldn't control the voices, she couldn't control getting the powers at all. She can't even control the way fear and love and rage bubble up inside of her.
But she can choose- when to use her powers and abilities. And who to use them on. When things get dicey, she chooses- coldly, quickly, smoothly, a little handful of control in a raging storm.
And then that fucking battle-
In order, the degradation of control, the degradation of choice. Is devastating.
Trying to run. Trying to fight. Trying to kill. Trying to negotiate.
Trying to give up.
Trying to give up.
A losing choice is still a choice you make. Imogen could not demand her friends safety in exchange for herself. (She was still trying to demand it. She was still trying, so hard, to force it, force anything. Grasping at straws. Grasping at a semblance of control.)
Otohan says, "Is she your favorite?" and Imogen-
(Grasping. Scrabbling hands, bloodied fingertips, anything, ANYTHING-)
"I'll go with you! I give in!" And Imogen smiles, like she's still trying to charm, like it will sweeten the deal. Like there's a deal at all. "Please don't hurt her."
(A losing deal is still a deal. Offering yourself is distinct from being taken.)
"Ah but see, you don't just choose to give in. You let go, when the moment's right."
(To be nitpicky: Giving in implies some control over the outcome. Letting go-)
Laudna falls. (To be nitpicky: Otohan kills her.)
Imogen doesn't let go. Imogen doesn't let go. Imogen has been trying, for at least three rounds, with increasing desperation, to give in, to give up, to let go, compromising and compromising and getting laid bare and letting rope run out of her hands. But it hasn't run out, yet. She's still holding on, to something, anything, hands painted in blood. Its not all hers.
Imogen doesn't let go. She fails a save. The storm takes her. The storm takes her. The storm takes her.
(There is a difference between letting go, and losing your grip.)
What does it mean- what does it mean- when you have everything to lose, when you have lost everything-
and you still, can't quite, let go.
What does that make you?
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how and why is there discourse about whether or not certain queer identities exist/if people should be allowed(???) to use them. why is "people know their own identity better than you ever could, and they're the only one who get a say on what they are" such a tough concept to grasp
i think if you find yourself offended by the label someone uses (especially if they're a stranger) or think it invalidates your own, it's a good idea to look inside yourself and question why that may be. more often than not, it's a result of insecurity or uncertainty of your own identity (or many other things, but i won't make a whole list here). whatever reason it is, until you resolve it, you shouldn't take it out on people for having an identity you don't understand
many have said it before but it's worth saying over and over. infighting only helps our oppressors. conservatives don't care if you're a cis gay or a xenogender aegosexual aplatonic lesbian, they hate all of us either way. trying to fit in by going for people who are easier targets for them isn't gonna help you, it'll just alienate you from your own community, and you're never gonna please them. the momentary rush you get from hearing you're not like "one of /those/ gay people" is not worth it and is gonna do more harm in the long run, i assure you
also, it is important to me to say this, but having some less than nice kneejerk reaction caused by confusion about an identity you don't understand doesn't mean you're a bad person or anything. as long as you aren't mean to that person, and you take a second to think smth along the lines of "wait a minute, this isn't any of my business" after having said reaction, you're good 👍 a lot of reflexive reactions we have to things are ingrained into us simply by. well. living in a society 🤡 and you're not terrible for having those thoughts. it's your actions that matter, and your second thought (the "wait, why did i just think that?") is more defining of your actual character and morals than your reflex. i know that having thoughts like this, even tho they're unwanted, can very easily make one spiral, so it's important to me that whoever needs to hear this knows this doesn't make you a bad person 🙏 you're good, keep taking actions to be good, accept other people even if you don't understand them, and you're on the right track :)
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✨⚡️ Seven(ish) Sentence Sunday ⚡️✨
Tagged by @acountrygirlsfun (a couple times by now, though not actually this most recent time, but I figure it still counts!) Thank you, Caitlin <3 <3 <3
Helix took a deep breath in, counted four flashes of the desperate direct-@ lights coming in from his side chat panels, and breathed out. His voice came out steady, and miraculously casual.
"We understand why you did it. You were trying to keep our brothers safe."
He watched Harp's eyes go wide at the 'our' brothers. Like he hadn't expected the rest of them to claim the Corries. Because he'd been hiding from them just like from the longnecks, he had falsified his—
Deep breath in. Two flashes, no time for longer, leave no silence for Harp to panic in. Breathe out. Keep going.
This is not seven sentences, but it's also largely not complete sentences anyway, and it is literally what I just seconds ago finished writing. Still counts!
No-pressure tagging uhhh @ialpiriel, @goingsparebutwithprecision, @anaclastic-azurite, anybody else who might want to play?
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