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Accidentally in love

on-stardust-wings:

ineffable-endearments:

thinkin bout that ask neil got. “why can’t aziraphale make the paint stain go away?”

“i would know it was there”

on the surface, it doesn’t make sense that it would be any better for crowley to make it go away. aziraphale can’t change the fact that he knows the paint stain was there whether he’s the one who disappears it or not.

you could suggest there’s some magic thing going on. like crowley is ‘better’ at cleaning. there’s no real indication that this is the case; while crowley tends to be tidier by nature, aziraphale acknowledges that he could make it go away, but he would always know it was there.

so the problem is that it was there in the first place.

brian had a really interesting suggestion, which was that maybe aziraphale feels like crowley got them into that situation, so he feels like crowley should be the one to take care of the consequence (the stain). i suspect that aziraphale probably does feel that way - just a little earlier in the episode, he’d been placing the blame for losing the antichrist squarely on crowley, which is why they’re here, in this mess. and although i’m sympathetic to all the things crowley was going through that led him to dump the antichrist with the nuns and leave ASAP, i can also understand why aziraphale would feel like it was no fault of his, because hell didn’t give him the baby, he didn’t even know it was coming, and he had no practical way of finding out they were following the wrong boy.

i know people are internally screaming “no livi, it’s obviously just because aziraphale wants crowley to do nice things for him!” i know you’re screaming that because it’s the same thing i scream internally every time someone tries to find a practical reason for why the stain can’t just be miracled away or why aziraphale can’t just remove his own chains. but look, what i’m saying is exactly the same thing, just with more history and rationalizing behind it. aziraphale cares about his relationship with crowley, and wants to be reassured that crowley still cares about him, too, so it’s more meaningful for crowley to “undo” the situation that he, according to aziraphale, got them into. it’s…it’s like an apology of sorts. and i think crowley knows this, which is why he shoots aziraphale that distinctive affectionately-exasperated look.

i mean, in a real life situation, if your partner spills something of yours by accident - let’s say they tripped and bumped into a table with a glass on it - you probably wouldn’t hold a grudge against them for that. mistakes happen. but you’d probably feel much better if they said “oops, sorry, i’ll help you clean up” than if they said “oops, you take care of it.”

so what “i would know it was there” really means is “i’m hurt that this happened at all.” and by removing it, crowley is essentially saying “i’ll make it as OK as i can.”

I have this headcanon that Crowley is indeed “better” at miracling stains away/repairing damage because he’s a Starmaker, and as such he miracles not just matter/space, but also time, and even when it isn’t primarily a time miracle, like his time stops, mucking around with time along with matter will come naturally to Crowley (because they’re one to him, they’re space-time), so the Crowley in my head repairs things by undoing, rewinding the damage, and thus, in a manner of speaking, the stain wouldn’t have been there. Kinda like, the matter the coat is made of “forgetting” about it?

But, not reblogging to disagree at all, just to add further thought, and another one of those is… Like, it’s about the favour, isn’t it? It’s about Crowley doing a nice thing for Aziraphale, and I think that goes without any further requirements to make it meaningful. It doesn’t even have to be sorta Crowley’s fault the stain got there, or Crowley doesn’t have to be better at miracling away stains, no, I mean… Aziraphale is saying he’d always know the stain was there, that he’ll always keep the bad memory anyway. But with Crowley miracling it away, the memory is no longer a bad one. No, the bad memory gets, like, overwritten with a much better one, one of Crowley doing Aziraphale a favour, entirely for the purpose of making him happy. This is a very nice memory to keep, so even if Aziraphale won’t ever forget about the stain, now it’s a positive memory, and he’ll remember it as long as he keeps the coat (and probably well beyond that). Does that make sense?

My take on it is this: Aziraphale has a pattern of regarding miracles as “cheating.” He doesn’t want to do “real” magic, because it’s more of a challenge to do it the human way. He doesn’t want to miraculously know French, he wants to learn French like a human does. He goes to a barber to keep that same haircut he’s had for millennia instead of miraculously styling it himself. He doesn’t want to make his clothes out of the ether the way Crowley does, he wants to buy them and meticulously care for them by hand, the human way.

But if Crowley does the thing for him, he doesn’t feel like he’s cheated. He doesn’t have to feel guilty about using a frivolous miracle/doing something he isn’t supposed to, either. A more extreme example of this kind of rationalization is when he suggests that Crowley should kill the Antichrist so that Heaven (and more specifically Aziraphale, acting as Heaven’s proxy) isn’t culpable.

At the same time, yes, I think it’s because he loves Crowley and likes the idea of Crowley doing kind things for him. But I think it’s also an example of Aziraphale’s just-a-bit-of-a-bastardness coming out, and an example of how he rationalizes things to himself. Let Crowley do the thing, he’s a demon and he doesn’t have to be held to the same moral standards as an angel!

(NB: I adore Aziraphale and I’m not saying this to bash him at all. My read on him is that he is a good person at heart and desperately wants to do the right thing, but he’s also very complicated, and that’s a big part of why I love him so much.)

I like to think that Crowley made several attempts to cause trouble before it finally paid off.

sigridkaffen:

thegoodomensdumpster:

cadhla-marie:

ineffableplan:

cadhla-marie:

slytherkins:

cadhla-marie:

cadhla-marie:

it’s so strange to me to see how many people in the fandom simply aren’t aware that crowley doesn’t like queen, and that’s a big part of why it’s so funny that they’re pretty much all he’s been able to listen to since the 1970s.

like. nothing against people who do like queen, but our demon boi does not.

Do we know whythe Bentley turns everything to Queen? He’d had that car for decades before Queen even existed. Before Queen, did the radio stations all, say, turn to Bluegrass in the Jazz era? Was it a punishment, or has his radio always been haunted? Did that just happen when he installed his first 8-track player? If it was the former, what transgression did he commit that this was inflicted on him? Or was it just an inexplicable phenomenon resulting from his gayness for Aziraphale? Like the Bentley just absorbed the radiated gayness for decades and now is expending all the pent up gayness in the form of Queen music, like the body releases excess chemicals through its pores, because Queen music is the most pure expression of that gayness. Does it play Queen because Crowley expects it to, and so it does? And what first caused him to expect such an odd occurrance? Could he not convince himself otherwise and cause it to stop? 

I just….I have so many questions.   

It’s not just the Bentley. All tapes left in any car for more than a fortnight turn into Best of Queen. So, canonically, every person in the Good Omens Universe with a car faces this problem, not just Crowley (though he gets the most angry about it and notices it more than most other people). You do pose a good question, though: what did it turn into before, if anything?

i mean, we don’t actually ever see it happen to anyone else, it honestly could just be that Crowley believes it does, even he knows he unconsciously influences reality

ido want to know when it started though

That’s true! We don’t actually know that it happens to anyone else. The line in the book says that it’s alltapes left in acar, implying any and all cars, but we also know the narrator isn’t a fully reliable one. We can assume it happens to everyone else and no one else pays enough attention to know or care except Crowley and a select few others. Or it could be, like you said, only happening to Crowley, and he just assumes it’s a problem everyone faces.

Personally, I think Crowley probably heard “Bohemian Rhapsody” one too many times and was like, “You know, this shit is so annoying. You know what would be even more annoying? If everyone who was dumb enough to leave their tapes in the car too long had to listen to it.” And he forgot he is someone who is dumb enough to leave his tapes in the car too long, and has had to listen to it ever since. So…at least since 1975, since that’s when that particular song was released.

I’m personally of the opinion that Crowley doesn’t hate Queen so much as he just can’t stand listening to it anymore. He would like to be able to have other options when it comes to music, but it’s been several decades and now he’s pissed.

I think this is a joke which makes more sense to those of us who are older, and possibly of British location (I’m Australian but a lot of things extend to here from the UK). To me it’s funny because back when we had tape players in cars, it was highly likely the car you were in HAD a Best of Queen tape in it, it was just… ubiquitous.

So the thought that it used to be a different tape and just transmogrified over a period of time was both funny and plausible. I always took it to be all cars, and also that yes, Crowley definitely doesn’t like Queen because he’s heard it so many times (like lots of other normal humans who wonder how this tape ended up in their car when they don’t remember buying it).

tl;dr it’s an early 90s joke which makes sense to people who were adults at that time. Cassette players man, what a concept.

Yes, exactly! It’s a funny little bit that not only got lost in translation from book to screen, but is also a relic of the time when the book was written. It was meant to be one of those very relatable annoyances in life that are funny to explain through supernatural means, like the fabled portal to an alternate dimension in the laundry room where all your missing socks end up.

It feels like more of an absurdist non-sequitur in the show, especially since there is absolutely zero attempt to explain what’s going on. By all appearances, he’s just an unfathomably ancient demon who happens to blast thematically appropriate Queen songs wherever he goes.

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December 2019

Sometimes it actually goes well!

January 2020

GO fandom: Zira

Me: 

joan-daardvark:

Thought of the day: imagine that manifesting an effort takes as much effort (hehe) as sobering up. Or even worse, since such a relatively easy task as sobering up involves groaning, grimacing and just looks like a strenuous activity in general, certainly no matter of snapping one’s fingers, like in the absolute majority of fics out there. 

And changing an effort is not just purging alcohol from your body, it’s like growing an extra limb. I mean, look at them, or even better if you go to this part of the episode and listen to the sounds they make. It looks and sounds… hard.

Add to this the fact that they can get drunk at all and that Crowley can’t change his eyes to human ones completely. It leads me to believe that their human bodies come with limitations and isn’t it delightful? Makes it all much more interesting, I think.

On the other hand, we have Crowley easily travelling through phone lines, but I personally see it as a specific demonic perk, since Hastur can do the same.

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elizamaru:

Elizabethan Aziraphale and Crowley in the style of the 16th century miniaturist Nicholas Hilliard. Hilliard didn’t like chiascuro, or any sort of shadow really, which makes getting the resemblance quite hard. The lockets are genuine pieces I pulled from museum websites for mock-up only.

Aziraphale’s inscription: Si tabula daretur digna animum mallem. It translates to “if one could but paint his mind.”

Crowley’s inscription: Alget, qui non ardet. It translates to “he becomes cold who does not burn.”

loudestalligator:

joan-daardvark:

Attention, all the artists of the universe (but mainly GO fandom).

Look at the picture below. This is Aziraphale. Neither does he have a well-defined jaw nor a muscular neck.

He looks like a middle-aged man. He has a belly. He doesn’t need to be thinned down or rejuvenated.

Thanks for your attention.

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This 100% goes for Crowley too. 

Crowley, as played by David Tennant, has fucking wrinkles. Beautiful eye creases, heavy forehead lines, laugh lines and more. He is not an ethereal waif nor an ageless supermodel. (He also frequently has a bit of a five o clock shadow.) 

Good Omens is magical for many reasons, but as a US-based person it is also magical to me because it shows two very beautiful middle aged men. David Tennant and Micheal Sheen are amazing look people, and if mid 40s looks very old for you I have some bad news for you: we all are going to end up there. And older. 

I think it should say something that some preternatural beings decided not to age themselves down to a 20s or 30s human model. Even the Archangel fucking Gabriel did not, vainglorious bastard he be. 

Media affect us. That’s why representation is so important. If you are always surrounded by “teens” being played by people in their mid 20s, or “moms” to adult children who are 31, you are going to have a bad time. Because you sense of the world is warped.  

pendragony:

weatheredlaw:

ilarual:

ilarual:

listen I see your headcanons about Aziraphale loving sweets and cakes and pumpkin spice lattes with extra shots of syrup and what have you and that’s valid but consider:

  • Aziraphale takes his tea with no sugar
  • the two things that Crowley is specifically mentioned consuming in the book are angel cake and cocktails made from date palm liquor which, based on my extensive research, is basically the most appallingly sugary-sweet alcohol mankind has ever managed to produce

therefore I present the following counterpoint: Aziraphale does not have any particular fondness for sugary things (though he enjoys a bite of something sweet now and then), but Crowley has the world’s worst sweet tooth and tries (very very badly) to conceal this.

like, Crowley isn’t quite sure why, but he feels like he should be ordering coffee blacker than his soul

(which, like, he probably should stick to darker coffee because the lighter a coffee roast, the more caffeine it has and like, the poor thing’s got bad enough anxiety as it is, he doesn’t need to add high doses of caffeine to his system, but that’s neither here nor there)

but also like…. he Hates it, but insists on ordering it, because espresso strong enough to melt your intestines seems like the sort of thing the human Anthony J. Crowley would drink, so he gets it and he hates it and all he really wants is some double whip sugary caramel frappe Starbucks-y monstrosity that’s loaded with more sugar and dairy than your average milkshake and he’s staring sadly down at his ultra-concentrated cold brew cup of Bitterness™…

…only for Aziraphale to sigh and say “oh dear, this candy apple latte really seemed like the thing at the time, but it’s a great deal too sweet for me. You wouldn’t mind swapping, would you, dearest?” and hitting him with the big eyes like Crowley’d be doing him such a favor if they swapped drinks…

…and Crowley tries not to look too relieved, and gives a big put-upon sigh. “All right, angel, I guess I could take it off your hands”

and so Crowley gets his sugary-sweet disaster of a drink that barely even qualifies as coffee at this point because it’s more whipped cream than beverage, and Aziraphale hides his grin behind a calculated sip of the triple-concentrated espresso hell-drink

post-canon i really want crowley to let his sweet tooth flag fly and just make himself every kind of brownie that never seem to get stale and pour infinite sugar in his pale, milky coffee while aziraphale gags in the distance and still manages to be in love with him.

This is beyond valid and straight into Ultimate Truth.

I continue to search Tumblr for only the finest of Crowley metas and this one surely qualifies!

pinkpiggy93:

I indulged myself

Ok first this is goddamn adorable.

Second, I woke up today with the urge to write plotless fluff about the two of these ineffable cuties just cuddling so I assume there must be something in the air.

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pendragony:

sabacc:

What you did to the M25 was a stroke of demonic genius, darling.

You know, it’s just occurred to me that, presumably, Crowley had to prepare these acetates himself. I just find the thought of him tracking down the OHP pens and acetate, painstakingly tracing the map (little forked tongue sticking out?), and writing the caption under it as neatly as he can, endearingly hilarious.

Every part of this is endearingly hilarious and someone should give him his Wahoo!

Also, the handwriting is sort of semi-calligraphy, the kind people who are trained in calligraphy use when they want to be neat but lazy (and also don’t have the right kind of pen). This just feeds into my headcanon that Crowley has awesome Gothic Font Calligraphy skills developed from writing soul contracts in the Middle Ages, but he doesn’t use them any more because it’s too hard.


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I knew this day would come, and honestly I’m glad I got a little over 2 months of posting in before I hit it.

As some of you know, I work full time plus some weird hours, so I don’t always have as much time to write as I’d like (plus writing is a major aspect of my job, so sometimes I come home too tired to words anymore).

I’ve been working on “Sawdust of Words” since about three weeks after Good Omens premiered (more like two days after it premiered cuz those first stories were just running around my head causing trouble), writing every opportunity I have. I’ve finally reached the point where I have NO completed stories ready to post.

What I do have are three completed first drafts and a couple of half-writtens, plus a whole scattering of ideas.

However, I simply do not have time to get anything finished and to my beta reader by Saturday. I have some commitments this week* so I probably won’t be able to get any work done until Saturday; and the next two weeks I have weekend commitments. Or is it three weeks? Yeah, it’s gonna be busy.

That does NOT mean I stop writing; more that I just don’t have any big blocks of time in which to edit, so I’ll be tossing things together wherever I can; this makes it hard to judge when I’ll be finished, so I can’t give any timeline for this at the moment. I’m going to do a little work tonight, and maybe I’ll somehow miraculously pull something together by Saturday. More likely, I’ll have at least one short story done by next week. BEST case scenario, I take two weeks and manage to get a lot to my beta, giving me enough material to last until Christmas. WORST case, idk, Thanksgiving???

I’m a little sad because I genuinely wanted to get something up this weekend for Asexual Awareness Week BUT I’m not going to trim my editing process and try to rush out a story. Particularly since the story in question was written while super sleep deprived and has some weird structural issues as a result.

Anyway, this got long and rambly, and I honestly don’t know how many of my hundred-and-something followers are here for Sawdust of Words updates, and how many just like it when I reblog metas with historical commentary. I will, however, continue to do the latter as much as I am able; also always feel free to message me or send me asks in an attempt to encourage me to keep working (I do like encouragement) or to ask questions about swords (I love swords).

I’ll post another update this weekend with my progress. Leave me a comment if you want me to @ you when I do.

*OK I’m playing a WWI soldier in a cool history graveyard tour and I haven’t learned my lines yet.

All day long I have not been able to get the following thoughts out of my head:

  • On the show, Crowley got the Bentley while he and Aziraphale were arguing
  • Aziraphale also learned the two skills he loves most - dancing the gavotte and dumbass magic tricks - during this same period
  • In the book, Aziraphale also learned these skills during Crowley’s absence - during his century-long nap
  • His favorite fashion sense (on the show moreso than in the book) ALSO comes from around the time they split up.
  • So why? Why does he seem to cling so much to things from their time apart?
  • Literally every answer I can think of to these questions makes me sad.
  • On the other hand, we can clearly conclude that in the absence of Crowley’s influence Aziraphale picks up weird hobbies.
  • What other random hobbies did he pick up during periods they didn’t see each other?
  • Literally every answer I can think of to that question is hilarious.

Please feel free to contribute any thoughts or answers you might have to this confusing dilemma that my brain has posited.

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