#good omens tv
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Maybe im super late and thats why i havent seen much discussion on the Good Omens cast list but YALL it looks so good! Pepper is a little black girl; pollution, god(though just a voice) and beelzebub are all women(however scant their appearances might be), plus pollution is Lourdes Faberes, an asian woman.
From the cast ive looked at theyve all got a filmography section a mile long aside from the kids, but that’s expected.
Anyway, im just a little bit more excited they didnt go the boring route and do a mostly white cast, im not even touching on half the choices that made me happy, like sister mary and hastur/ligur or Anathema. Now if we could just get a release date
Edit: how could i literally forget Eve and Adam. Theyre both poc, it made my heart really happy to see that
War is still a woman as well, right? Either way, I’m so glad for all the rep.
one little detail i love from the novel is that when crowley is in his flat waiting for the apocalypse he starts trying to stress clean. but everything is already organized so he can’t. that’s so stupidly adorable i can just imagine him in the bookshop and in a moment of distress organizing aziraphale’s books and being like. “IT’S CALLED THE DEWEY DECIMAL SYSTEM YOU ASSHOLE WHO RAISED YOU”
i think he does occasionally stress-clean the bookshop and aziraphale would HATE IT
“It’s exactly how it’s supposed to be, thank you very much. I have in the optimal configuration for dissuading potential book-buyers and I won’t have you messing it up,” he says, handing Crowley one of the 3D puzzles he’s learned to keep around for these occasions.
I don’t think Crowley would ever dare trying to stress clean or stress organize Aziraphale’s bookshop, he’s got too much respect for his boundaries for that.
But Aziraphale noticing him being stressed out and keeping around puzzles for such occasion ? YES. GOOD. EXCELLENT. Headcanon approved.
( Maybe he keeps other things around to occupy him, such as embroideries, coloring books, stuff like that to keep his hands and mind busy … )Not that he’d ever admit it, but Crowley is a champion knitter.
It’s completely by accident; there was, about seventy years ago, a older lady who would sit outside the bookshop and knit while she watched the people go by.
For a week, Crowley watched the woman, and then finally, he had to know. He sat down on the bench beside her, offered her one of the pastries he’d brought for breakfast, and asked the question. “What are you doing?”
The old woman had carefully put the knitting away, took one of the jelly pastries, and answered. “I’m dyig, my dear.”
Crowley had been stunned. “Dying like…”
“Dying like, I’m sixty years old and I have cancer that they can’t treat. So I come out here to this lovely shop, I watch the people who are alive, and I knit for my granddaughter. She’s just about to turn one, and I won’t live to see her turn two. So I knit their stories for her.” After finishing the pastry, she pulled out the blanket that she was working. “The pink square, there was a skinny young thing that come through, and her jacket was just that shade of pink. It made me think of something my granddaughter might wear, so it got this square.” She continued on, pointing to each square and giving the reason behind it.
The next day, Crowley brought the woman a bright red yarn.
“Oh, dear, that would be perfect for your hair!”
The day after, Crowley brought her tan.
“Do you know, this is exactly the color of the jacket that the shop owner wears.” Then, “This bench wasn’t always here, did you know that? I came by one day, and I looked for a place near by, but there wasn’t anything. I came the next day, and here it was.”
“Miraculous, really.”
The third day, the woman had a spare pair of needles, and shoved them into Crowley’s hands. “Here, start a blanket of your own. If you’re going to sit here and listen to me, least you can do is knit my stories into your own blanket.”
“I don’t know how,” Crowley admitted, but he held the needles like he saw her holding them.
“Just you watch me, dearie, you’ll get the hang of it.”
Crowley did. By the next week, he was well into his blanket, always kept in her bag, of course.
The third week, the lady wasn’t on the bench, although Crowley waited all day. She wasn’t there the next day, or the next. A week went by, and Crowley knew she had died. Only then did it dawn on him that he didn’t even know her name.
A day later, the bell over Aziraphale’s door jangled, and he heard, “Mr. Crowley?”
“Yeah, that’s me?”
There was a young man, suit and tie, slick and carrying a lumpy brown package. “Do you have some identification?”
Lawyer. Crowley dug his wallet out and showed his identification, and then waited while a pile of papers were brought out. “What’s this, then?”
“There was a codicil to the will of Mrs. Colleen Leyton. She asked that after her death, this package be delivered to Mr. Anthony Crowley, care of A. Z. Fell & Co. bookshop,” he explained. After collecting the required signatures, he passed over the lumpy package. “I’m sorry for your loss, sir.”
Crowley nodded and took the package into the back room of the shop. Sitting on his favorite couch, he opened the package.
His unfinished blanket sat in the wrapper, along with skeins of unused yarn, a photo album, and a thick envelope.
He opened the envelope, and read the letter. Dear Anthony, I know that you are not going to accept this, but I don’t truly mind. You asked me once why I didn’t fight, why I didn’t keep going. This photo album will answer that. My husband is gone, my children are either passed away or simply don’t care to come home. My granddaughter will lilkely never get the blanket that I made her, and that’s all right, too.
You finish yours, young man. And then you make another. And another. For as long as you’re alive, you knit your stories. That nice shop owner, Mr. Fell, he told me your name. I hope you don’t mind. But he thought you wouldn’t think to tell me, and you didn’t. It’s funny, but I never thought to ask. You were my friend, Anthony, when I didn’t have any others.
Knit that into a square. And then knit one for your friend Mr. Fell.
I’ll see you again someday.
Colleen
Crowley has never opened the photo album.
But Priscilla Leyton, on her second birthday, received a package from London with a beautiful hand-knit blanket from her grandmother.
And when Crowley gets frustrated, angry, or upset?
He knits.
I DID NOT ASK FOR THOSE FEELS, THANKS
(but good job, damn)
Secret Omens, chapter 41 : “With a little effort on my part.”
thanks for reading!!
My brain is kind of in overdrive because of the abundance of fanarts with Crowley and the spray bottle and Aziraphale with his flaming sword
Because I mean, those are two iconic moments yes (and the spray bottle is much funnier than a crowbar, dammit Crowley, you can’t fight Satan with a crowbar) but also
- water is repeatedly associated with Heaven (first rain, the Flood, the entire Holy Water plot)
- fire is consistently associated with Hell (multiple instances of Hellfire, Hastur setting fire to the Satanic convent)
And yes, sure, technically Aziraphale’s sword is Holy fire, not Hellfire.
Butvisually, Aziraphale and Crowley both use the other Side’s signature weapon, albeit briefly, and mmmmmh my brain is buzzing
The buzzing is contagious, but, listen, they’re so often associated with what would be the Other Side’s things?
Crowley’s flat is all high ceilings and open spaces - kinda like Heaven. It’s also dark and claustrophobic like Hell is, but something about Crowley’s flat is Heaven-ish.
There are also the plants in there. The demon is the one who’s growing living things. Yes, he verbally abuses them, but he keeps them alive, too. He mists them and waters them. Fandom is happy to make the analogy to the Garden of Eden, and it is kind of an obvious one, isn’t it? But, at its baseline, Crowley, the demon, is strongly visually and symbolically connected to growing things, to nature and life.
There are no plants in the bookshop. Heaven’s agent on Earth is surrounded by dead trees, in a dusty fire trap. (Nothing in Crowley’s flat could burn, really, or at least it couldn’t sustain a fire.)
Aziraphale’s bookshop is everything Heaven isn’t. It’s dark, it’s cluttered, it’s full of Material Objects™, some of which smell evil, all of which are guarded like a dragon’s hoard. In the book, Aziraphale actively deters would be customers by any means short of actual physical violence. This is not what one typically thinks of as angelic behaviour.
In a lot of ways, the flat and the bookshop… They’re like, liminal spaces? Grey areas, in between worlds. A bit of Heaven, a bit of Hell, a bit of humanity, because that’s what both Crowley and Aziraphale are.
There was this meta that I now can’t find again that was on about how Aziraphale and Crowley protect each other in a manner opposite their nature - Aziraphale protects Crowley like a demon would, by means of lies and subterfuge and deceit, whereas Crowley protects Aziraphale like an angel would, always circling him, guarding his back, being vigilant, putting himself in danger.
The list of elements like this is near endless. The whole tempting demon trope? Sure, Crowley dresses in tight pants and struts around in them, but we never once see him try to be seductive, not in any presentation or role. Crowley isn’t the sexy demon tempting Aziraphale. Not once. Instead, Crawly 1000 years into being on Earth has not yet figured out how reproduction works. The demon isn’t the suave, experienced, irresistible tempter. He’s clueless and awkward and melts into a puddle at seeing Aziraphale smile at him.
It’s Aziraphale who doesn’t hesitate to use the manipulative power of the puppy eyes to get his ways. It’s Aziraphale who joins a discreet Gentlemen’s Club, who learns a kissing dance.
And, and, look, the ways they get to Tadfield? Aziraphale possesses a human, like a demon would. Crowley drives his car through fire and flame, holding on to nothing but hope and the power of friendship.
And it’s not just them! With almost anything we’re shown of Heaven and Hell and their policies, it’s made very clear they’re morally on the same level. The Flood is an atrocity one should expect to be Hell’s work, and it’s the demon who points it out, snake eyes wide with shock and horror. In Rome, Hell wants Crowley to tempt Caligula, who, yeah, was a terrible person, but Aziraphale is to work with Nero, and the idea is to improve him with music. Heaven and Hell are equally bad, and equally badly informed. They’re one and the same, two sides of a coin, and the whole show is screaming it at us all the time. It’s just mostly pronounced in the two main characters, who get the most screen time.
Crowley fighting with Heaven’s element of choice and Aziraphale with Hell’s is the perfect image to sum this whole narrative up. Angels and demons are a lot alike, and Aziraphale and Crowley, who never really fit in with their assigned sides from the start, illustrate it frequently.
Because you’re … (Aziraphale x Crowley )
At deep rainy night☔️☔️☔️
Aziraphale and Crowley dress costume (draft) アジさんクロさんのワンピース版コスプレ草案Ver.1.0 厨二感が抜けない
With you forever.
Sweet dreams
Miss.Crowley
To congratulate the most successful debut of #GoodOmens , me and my friends made what we call an “altar”. We thank Terry Pratchett and @neil-gaiman by placing a popcorn. Thank you for this wonderful story. With love from Japan❤️❤️❤️ @goodomensamazon
how the fuck are there so many people defending neilman for his (honestly extremely vague and mealy-mouthed) rep via word of god when pretty much the whole queer community was roasting the shit out of jkr for doing the exact same thing shortly before the tv show came out?? is it that we already knew she was a terf? is it sexism? both? i mean the terf thing i can’t begrudge too much but whatever the reason, it’s fucking annoying and it’s driving me crazy like it’s not good just bc someone else is doing it sorry!!
someone just said “i mean neil confirmed they were holding hands on the bus!” please kill me. please ask why the fuck they didn’t just show them holding hands on the goddamn bus. use your critical thinking skills i’m begging you
also look like there is fully an aphobic strain to some of the criticisms made against the show, because aphobia is a legitimate problem in the queer community at large. i don’t deny that. but jesus fucking christ the way the people defending the show are like “haha the nasty allo gays want to see two men FUCK” is also super gross. again, you’re leaning on word of god hand-holding as your “explicit canon rep.” like shut the fuck up this straight man isn’t actually going to validate you
do you know what would be explicit canon rep? literally any fucking definition of the relationship at all. the words “i love you.” they go to kiss and are like “hm that doesn’t feel right” but also they hold hands on the bus where we can fucking see them. aziraphale tells crowley the angels called him his boyfriend and they joke about their queerplatonic partnership by name. i’m sure someone ace could give better examples but i have ZERO hugo or glaad awards and i just gave three more explicit examples of nonsexual/aspec queer rep than that the show gave us lmaoooooo i mean good lord they have even fewer physical touches than in the book and even the dialogue is less intimate sometimes. it’s “just enough of a bastard to be worth liking” in the book and “knowing” in the show like come on
Good Omens AU where Aziraphale and Crowley are not the nanny and the gardener but they behave like Cosmo and Wanda.
The black and beige goldfish Warlock owns? Crowley and Aziraphale
The beige and black elephants at the zoo? Aziraphale and Crowley
The slick pen Warlock has on his first day in school? Crowley. The old quill he somehow also took to school with him? Aziraphale!
sketch for a thing I did in January for a friend’s birthday but interests have shifted since then and it’s been sitting on my desktop since, so I’ll give her something different. so now you can have it
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Because@tio-trile showed us this old times propaganda poster yesterday with big meme potential, so I had to use it to speak the truth
Aziraphale: are you okay?
Crowley: I’m fine
Aziraphale: what does “fine” mean?
Crowley: it means I’m perfectly content, but also wouldn’t mind if the sun exploded right now and killed us all
Aziraphale: damn, the power’s out
Crowley: [shakes rapidly and starts to glow]
Aziraphale:whAT
Crowley: I swallowed a glow stick
Aziraphale: WHY WOULD YOU-
That scene where Aziraphale and Crowley get shot with paintballs is even more hilarious in the book because of the way it’s dramatized like these idiots get shot and we immediately cut away to an explanation of how Sister Mary Loquacious came to be a successful entrepreneur and when we get back to the ineffable morons Crowley has sunk to the ground, dramatically leaning against a statue and Aziraphale has straight up fallen over on his ass and stays lying down until Crowley, after a quick contemplation of how inconvenient it is to get discorporated at a time like this, realizes Shenanigans are Afoot, tastes the paint and crawls over to him to be like “hey Shenanigans are Afoot” like the adaptation gives them too much dignity in this scene when they both legit thought they were dying for at least a full minute
Wondering why I suddenly couldn’t stop thinking about the reverse color palette costumes at the birthday party until SN told me that it’s the Armageddidn’t Anniversary again
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