I am always blown away by this. Like. This little girl was alive and laughing and wearing her little hat and in the sunshine over 100 years ago. And her cat was eating little treats from her hands and having a fun little time over 100 years ago. Like. Their existence in history is recorded as so much more than the moody and serious black and white Victorian family portraits. AND WE GET TO SEE IT AND FEEL AS HAPPY AS THEY WERE! I have so many feelings!
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Been working on this for a while and if I don't post it now I never will so here you go <3 enjoy the most self-indulgent thing I've ever spent time on - I just really needed them to hug...
There are so many things about the whole Good Omens experience that make an old queer very happy:
In the story:
- Itâs about a couple who love each other, who are by social standards definitely not supposed to love each other.
We exist.
- They have loved each other since time began.
We have always existed.
- They needed to hide their love, even from themselves, for millennia, or risk death.
We hid.
- They come to a safe spot where they can acknowledge their love without fearing for their lives. They can expect to be treated like any other couple.
We donât always need to hide now.
In the story of the story:
- The book was written in theâ80âs, when Aziraphaleâs and Crowleyâs relationship simply could not be told as a love story if the goal was to have any real chance of popular success.
- It took almost 30 years for it to be adapted for the screen and in that time things had changed so much that it is unequivocably a love story, with huge popular success.
In reality:
- The authors and the actors are outspoken supporters of LGBTQ+ rights.
- Michael and David clearly utterly adore each other, and freely show it. A few decades ago such open affection between two men would have caused rumors that could have ended their careers.
Finally, and this one kills me and makes me so, so happy:
- There are MANY younger fans for whom a lot of the above will absolutely not hit as hard.
Crowley actually says a barely-coded "I love you" to Aziraphale back in 2.03
In his proposal in the S2 finale, Crowley told us that he and Aziraphale know they're in love and have known it for damn ever but they pretend they're not a couple. This, by default, means that they've not specifically said the words "I love you" before, by Crowley's own admission. They've said I love you in their own little language and we've watched it before. It's little demonic miracle of my own. It's don't go unscrewing the cap. It's just a little bit of a good person and just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing... But what Crowley says in the S2 finale is that they've never-- ever-- said in 6,000 years is just I love you in those normal people, human words. It has always been too dangerous for too many reasons to count so they have euphemisms for it and whole conversations around it and have made that be enough. Why do I bring this up? Because Crowley found a middle ground between the words and their coded language with one another in S2 and it's flying under the radar.
So you know that scene when Muriel has shown up and interrupts Crowley and Aziraphale talking in the back room? The one where while Crowley is speaking, Aziraphale suddenly looks like he's about to pass out with sheer want? Yes, our angel always looks at Crowley like he hung the damn moon (which he did but lol...) but this scene is different. This scene is like... someone get Aziraphale a chair and a glass a water because he is pupils-dilated, audibly breathing, and eyeing up Crowley with naked want. More than the lust? He looks happy. He looks delighted. You can basically hear his heart race from that look on his face. Why here? Yes, Crowley looks hot. Yes, he's in profile in a way that is a visual parallel to Before the Beginning (which was an inspired choice for this scene.) Yes, he's here with a Plan and taking charge of the Muriel situation and swaying his hips a bit while he speaks. It's not any of that. Those are nice bonuses. Aziraphale likes them. He gets them all the time. It's what Crowley said in this moment. To Aziraphale. Through what he said to Muriel.
Crowley cracks a dry, kinda dark joke that is meant for an audience of one: just Aziraphale. He knows Muriel won't get it. Since Muriel is cosplaying as what they think is a human Inspector Constable and they are here to verify the miracle Aziraphale has told Heaven and so are monitoring them, Crowley quips that Muriel is here to spy on them (since they, well, are, actually) and that he knows that many human police officers like to make a bit of a hobby out of spying on "people in love."
People. In. Love.
In a one-two punch in the same sentence, Crowley called him and Aziraphale queer humans and he called what they have love, using the actual word *aloud* for the first time in 6,000 years. He said he loved Aziraphale in front of an angel of Heaven in a little coded joke but this time, using the coded bit to say the real thing for the first time.
Then, just to hammer it all home and make sure that Aziraphale really knows it was very much intentional, Crowley says 'love' again in the next sentence. He starts going on about how Muriel can come to him anytime with any questions about love and he's happy to assist with their understanding of human love with all of his implied vast, vast years of experience with the subject and how he'll be here to answer their questions, in the bookshop, while Aziraphale drives his car to Edinburgh.
Go back and tell Heaven I'm here, Inspector Constable, I don't give a fuck anymore. *We* don't give a fuck anymore. You go tell The Archangel Michael that I'm who they're going to get managing Angelic Embassy X aka The Bookshop until Aziraphale gets back-- yep, me, former Demon of Hell. The Boyfriend in the Dark Sunglasses. He's asked me to, which is his way of saying he wants to stop hiding and asking me not to sneak out to my car in the middle of the night which hallefuckinglujah, Inspector Constable... Go tell Their Beatitudes that we ravish each other all over the bookshop. You won't even be lying. As Maggie'll put it later in the season: I'm done being afraid all the time. I love him. We're in love. There's your hot intel.
Aziraphale:
Aziraphale: Inspector Constable, be a dear and spray me down with all 700 of our fire extinguishers, will you?
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half of aziraphale's diary entries begin by explaining why he is wherever he is (one paragraph) and turn into a detailed description (fifteen pages) of crowley's new look and how his latest curl pattern compliments his face and that tailored coat shows off his slutty waist and those skinny jeans well you get the point
okay i know the Discourseâ˘ď¸ has been going on for way too long at this point, but
i think some people outside of the OFMD fandom donât actually get why weâre particularly annoying about this show
OFMD is not the first queer show to ever exist. if anything, it's a late entry in decades of queer media. over a year and a half since the first few episodes aired, everyone knows that OFMD is queer. that doesn't make it particularly special
but back in March? this is the trailer that dropped in February of 2022, 2 weeks before the premier. if you're used to seeing queer chemistry in shows that aren't intended to be queer, you might see the hints between Ed and Stede here. but to most people? it's just a silly little pirate comedy. just guys being dudes. the trailer doesn't even hint at the other 2 canonical queer relationships in the show -- the closest it gets suggesting romance is the music and the pink in the poster
so when people watched this show in March 2022, they went into it expecting subtext and nothing else. to them, it was like watching Sherlock or Supernatural or Merlin in the 2010s. if you were in any of those fandoms -- especially Sherlock and Supernatural -- you know what it was like; constant jokes at our expense, being mocked for creating explicit fanwork, made fun of by the creators and within the show itself. if we saw queer subtext, that was our problem. this was a time when you pretended NOT to be in fandom, for fear of ridicule. we kept our fanwork to ourselves, we DID NOT share it with the cast, and we accepted that our favourite ships would probably never be canon. maybe one day, if we were lucky, we'd have a show where the subtext wasn't mockery as much as deliberate foreshadowing -- but that had to be YEARS away
right?
OFMD was never billed as a queer show, not in the beginning. there was no LGBTQ+ tag on (HBO) Max, it wasn't on anyone's list of upcoming queer shows in 2022, it flew under the radar through most of its first season. this was a show about pirates, and sure, some of them were queer. but not the LEADS. if you think they're romantically involved, that's must be fandom brain poisoning
except the 9th episode aired, and they kissed. and the show said "you're not crazy for thinking they have chemistry because they really do. it's been a romance this whole time". and in the 10th episode, Stede realizes that he's in love
(not mandating you watch this clip if you don't care for the show, but there's something that feels particularly earth shattering about no one saying the word gay but knowing that Stede's realizing he is, that it's completely unambiguous and explicit in a way that only straight romances are usually allowed to be)
this is why people freaked out about this show. no one knew. even the creator, David Jenkins, was surprised when WE were surprised that it was gay for real -- he set out to write a love story, using all the tried and true beats of a rom com. he'd never even heard of the term queerbaiting. he looked at historical Blackbeard and Stede Bonnet and thought "oh, there's something here" and just...wrote that, with very little fanfare, like it was inevitable. like it was obvious. of course Jim and Pam end up together. of course Buttercup and Westley end up together. what kind of disappointing ending would it be if You've Got Mail ended with the main characters just going their separate ways?
so of course Ed and Stede are in love
look, i get it. we're annoying and won't shut the fuck up about this show that seems mediocre at best. i watched the whole thing back in march, thought "huh, that was cool" and was sure that i'd forget about it in a few days
an hour after looking at fanart on twitter, i was lost in the fucking sauce
there's just so much to unpack from a mere 10 episodes. it covers racism, toxic masculinity, gender expression, sexuality, trauma and abuse. and i don't think we should overlook the fact that the non-white characters in this show get to be fully human in a way i haven't seen in my favourite shows in recent memory
additionally, most OFMD are 25 or older. we're not people who've been spoiled by queer rep, who don't get how hard it used to be, how you'd have to grovel for scraps, how shipping and fanfiction was a way to find queer rep where we thought there never would be. we've been here. we're annoying about this show because for a lot of us, it's the first time we've been treated like our queerness isn't an anomaly that needs to be relegated to its own section, that needs to be praised for the bare minimum of acknowledging that we exist. it's not pulling punches to avoid scaring away a straight audience. it just is.
OFMD for me is like when i watched Black Panther for the first time and realized that this is what white people felt all the time. have there been other black superhero movies? of course! does Disney fucking suck? BOY does it. but that was the first time i got to sit in a movie theater and watch a mainstream film that looked at Africa and said "look at how beautiful you are, exactly as you are"
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One thing I love about Crowley --never stated, but consistently shown-- is that he is, at heart, an engineer.
I have a few different things to say about that. Let's unpack them.
As the Unnamed Angel, we see his designs for the Pillars of Creation are millions of pages long, comprised of cramped text, footnotes, diagrams, schematics etc. It's very...Renaissance polymath, in the way it implies a particular intersection between artist and inventor.
Also: in the naked romanticism with which he views his stars.
We already knew he made stars, but in s2 we learn that he did NOT sculpt them one-at-a-time. He designed a nebula ("a star factory," he says) that will form several thousand young stars and proto-planets, and all --beyond getting the 'factory' running-- without him lifting a finger. We also learn that these young stars and proto-planets stand in contrast to those made by other angels, which are going to come 'pre-aged.'
...I'm reminded of Hastur and Ligur's approach to temptations. Damning one human soul at a time, devoting singular attention to it over the course of years or decades, and how that stands in contrast to Crowley's reliance on, quote, 'knock-on effects.'
Ligur: It's not exactly...craftsmanship.
Crowley: Head office don't seem to mind. They love me down there.
Hm.
I'm also reminded of the M25.
The M25 may not be as grand as a nebula (sentences you only say in GOmens fandom...), but LIKE his nebula it's an intricate, self-sustaining engine that does Crowley's work for him, many times over. Again.
That's some pretty neat characterization --and so is the indication of Crowley's disinterest in victimizing anyone tempting individual people. It takes a considerable amount of planning and effort (and creeping about in wellies), but in accordance with his design the M25 generates a constant stream of low-grade evil on a gigantic scale.
Cumulatively gigantic, that is. Individually? Negligible.
But no other demon understands human nature well enough to parse that one million ticked-off motorists are not, in any meaningful way, actually equivalent to one dictator, or one mass-murderer, or even one little influential regressive. That's the trick of it. Crowley gets Hell's approval (which he NEEDS to survive, and to maintain the degree of freedom he's eked out for himself while surviving), and at the same time ensures that any actual ~Evil influence~ is spread nice and thin.
It's some clever machinery. And he knows it, too:
The Unnamed Angel and Crowley are both proud of their ideas.
(musings on professional pride, Leonardo da Vinci, the crank handle, and 'the point to which Crowley loves Aziraphale' under the cut)
In the 1970's Crowley gives a presentation on the M25, projector and all, to a room full of increasingly impatient demons. Maybe the presentation was work-ordered; the 'can I hear a WAHOO?' definitely wasn't.
Before the Beginning, the Unnamed Angel can barely contain his excitement about his nebula. Aziraphale manages a baffled-but-polite, "....That's nice...! :)"
11 years ago, Hastur and Ligur want to 'tell the deeds of the day,' and Crowley smiles to himself because (according to the script-book) he knows he has 'the best one.'
(Naturally, his 'deed' has nothing to do with tempting anybody, and everything to do with setting up a human-powered Rube-Goldberg machine of petty annoyance. Oodles of 'Evil' generated; very little harm done.)
They don't get it, of course. That's also consistent.
Nobody ever knows what the hell he's talking about.
It didn't make it on-screen, but, in both the novel AND the script-book, Crowley was friends with Leonardo da Vinci. The quintessential Renaissance polymath. That's where he got his drawing of the Mona Lisa --they're getting very drunk together, and Crowley picks up the 'most beautiful' of the preliminary sketches. He wants to buy it. Leonardo agrees almost off-the-cuff, very casual, because they're friends, and because he has bigger fish to fry than haggling over a doodle:
He goes, "Now, explain this helicopter thingie again, will you?" Because he's an engineer, too.
(It is 1519 at the latest, in this scene. Why the FUCK would Crowley know about helicopters, and be able to explain them, comprehensively, to Leonardo da Vinci?
...Well. I choose to believe he got bored one day and worked it out. Look, if you know how to build a nebula, you can probably handle aerodynamics. And anyway, I think it's telling that this is his idea of shooting the shit. 'A drunken mind speaks a sober heart,' and all. He probably babbled about Aziraphale enough to make poor Leo sick)
Leonardo da Vinci is the only person Crowley has any keepsakes or mementos of, apart from Aziraphale.
Think about that, though. Aziraphale's bookshop is bursting with letters, paintings, busts, and personalized signatures memorializing all the humans he's known and befriended over 6000 years (indeed: Aziraphale has living human friends up and down Whickber Street. He's part of a community).
Crowley doesn't have any of that. It's just the stone albatross from the Church (for pining), the infamous gay sex statue (for spicy pining), the houseplants (for roleplaying his deepest trauma over and over, as one does), and this one piece of artwork, inscribed, "To my friend Anthony from your friend Leo da V."
To me, at least, that suggests a level of attachment that seems to be rare for Crowley.
...Maybe he liked having someone to talk shop with? Someone who was interested? Someone engaged enough to ask questions when they didn't immediately understand?
...Anyway.
There's also the matter of the crank handle.
This thing:
This is one of the subtler changes from the book. In the book, Crowley knows Satan is coming and, desperate, arms himself with a tire iron. It's the best he can do. He's not Aziraphale; he wasn't made to wield a flaming sword.
The show, IMO, improves on this considerably. Now he, like Aziraphale, gets to face annihilation with what he was made for in his hand. And it's not a weapon, not even an improvised one like the tire iron.
He made stars with it.
[both gifs by @fuckyeahgoodomens]
If you Google 'crank handle,' you'll get variations on this:
Crank handles have been around for centuries. Consisting of a mechanical arm that's connected to a perpendicular rotating shaft, they are designed to convert circular motion into rotary or reciprocating motion.
Which is to say they're one of the 'simple machines,' like a lever or a pulley; the bread and butter of engineering. You'll also get a list of uses for a crank handle, archaic and modern. Among them, cranking up the engine of an old-fashioned car... say, a 1933 Bentley. That's what Crowley has been using his for, lately. But he's had it since he was an angel and he's still, it seems, very capable of it's angelic applications.
I know everyone has already said this, but: I REALLY LIKE that when he needs to channel the heights of his power, he does so not with a weapon but with a tool. Practically with a little handheld metaphor for ingenuity, actually. One from long-lost days when he could make beautiful things.
(And he loved it. Still loves it, I'd say --he incorporated it into the Bentley, didn't he?)
Let Aziraphale rock up to the apocalypse with a weapon: he has his own compelling thematic reasons to do exactly that. Crowley's story is different, and fighting isn't the only way to express defiance. And if you've been condemned as a demon and assumed to be destructive by your very nature, what better way than this?
He made stars. They didn't manage to take that from him.
Neither Crowley nor Aziraphale are fighters, really --they have no intention of fighting in any war. They'll annoy everyone until there's no war to fight in, for a start. But between the two, if one must be, then that one is Aziraphale. Principality of the Earth, Guardian of the Eastern Gate, Wielder of the Flaming Sword... all that stuff. Even if he'd prefer not to, it's very clear that Aziraphale can rise to the occasion, if he must.
Crowley was not that kind of angel. He wasn't a Principality. He has no sword.
...And yet.
It's Crowley who protects. He's the one who paces, who stands guard, who circles Aziraphale and glares out at the world, just daring anyone else to come near.
In light of everything else I've said here, I think that's interesting.
Obviously part of it is that Aziraphale enjoys it and, you know, good for him. He's living his best life, no doubt no doubt. But what about Crowley? What's driving that behavior, really?
Have you heard the phrase, 'loved to the point of invention'? Well, what if 'the point of invention' was where you started? What if where you end up involves glaring out at the world, just daring anyone else to come near? What is that, in relation to the bright-eyed thing you used to be?
What do we name the point to which Crowley loves Aziraphale?
...Thinking about how an excitable angel with three million pages of star design he wants to tell you all about...becomes a guard dog. Is all.
Prompt #8 - "Give me that, before something happens"
Fanfiction: Good Omens
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Pairing: Pre-Ineffable Husbands/Aziracrow
Other Notes: Before the Fall, Crowley wants to show Aziraphale something. 633 words!
âAziraphale!â A strident voice rang through the formless white halls of this particular corner of Heaven, attracting the attention of the industrious cherub, who was just putting the finishing touches on a drawing. âAziraphale!â
âOver here!â he called in reply, leaning back to admire his work. A moment later, an angel with a curly mop of red hair appeared.
âAh, there you are! Dâyouâ oh,â he paused, taking in the drawing, âHow are the people coming along, then?â
âOh, quite splendidly,â Aziraphale replied, pleased that his friend had taken the time to notice, âI think weâve just about perfected the design.â
âLovely. Do you have a moment?â There was an urgency in the redheaded angelâs voice that took Aziraphale aback, and he turned fully to face him, blinking in surprise.Â
âYes, of course.â
âGood. Look, Iâve got this letter here from Lucââ Aziraphale snatched the scroll from the other angelâs hand before he could complete his brandishing gesture and thrust it inside his robes.
âGive me that, before anything happens! Come here.â He seized his friendâs hand and with a blur and a shimmer, they departed the offices of Heaven and rematerialized near the two star-incubating pillars of gas and dust where they often came to talk. The redheaded angel rolled his eyes.
âI really donât think that was necessary. What do you think is going to happen?â
âYou know what theyâve been saying about Lucifer, donât you?â Aziraphale straightened his robes uncomfortably, âHow they think heâs fomenting discord against the Almighty?â
âFomenting discord? Really, Aziraphale. And who is they, anyway?â
âYou knowâŚÂ they,â Aziraphale gestured broadly, âangels. The grapevine, everyone who gossips!â One scarlet brow arched in the cherubâs direction.
âDo you gossip?â
âNo!â Aziraphale retorted, a little too quickly, âBut IÂ listen.â The redheaded angel scoffed.
âJust look at the letter!â Hesitantly, Aziraphale pulled the now-crumpled scroll from his robes. He unrolled it, and began to scan its contents. His eyes widened as he read, and he shook his head, curls shaking with affrontery.Â
âThis is.. this is⌠well, fomenting!â he cried hoarsely, âIf anyone finds you with thisââ In a moment of impulse, Aziraphale snapped his fingers on the scro and it went up in a puff of flame, the small haze of its ashes drifting off into space. âThere,â he turned to his friend, forced smile betrayed by brows knitted in concern, âNo trail now.â
âAziraphale,â the redheaded angel rolled his eyes, but also reached out to grasp the cherubâs shoulder, âitâs not fomenting, itâs just asking questions! We just want to knowââ
âWe? We? You and Lucifer?â
âWell yeah, Lucifer and the guys and meââ Aziraphale broke away and put a hand to his mouth, chewing on the end of his thumb. âCome on, cherub! All we want to do is ask God some questions, you know, maybe get Her to let us angels be a little more involved in things, help make some policy. Itâs all for the people anyway, you should be on our side here.â
âYour side? What do you mean side?â With one mighty push of his wings, Aziraphale returned to his friendâs side, reaching out to clutch his arm with both hands. âThere arenât any sides here, unless itâs Heavenâs side! Arenât we all working toward the same thing? Starmaker,â he entreated, âplease, please donât get involved with them. I just⌠I have a bad feeling about all this.âÂ
The redheaded angel, startled by this sudden outburst, looked into Aziraphaleâs wide eyes, their pale blue glittering with the reflected glory of his nebulae, and he softened. Gently he peeled the cherubâs hands from his arm, and took them reassuringly in both of his own.
âItâll be alright, Aziraphale. God is Love, remember? What could She possibly do but listen?â
Prompt #8 - "Give me that, before something happens"
Fanfiction: Good Omens
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Pairing: Pre-Ineffable Husbands/Aziracrow
Other Notes: Before the Fall, Crowley wants to show Aziraphale something. 633 words!
âAziraphale!â A strident voice rang through the formless white halls of this particular corner of Heaven, attracting the attention of the industrious cherub, who was just putting the finishing touches on a drawing. âAziraphale!â
âOver here!â he called in reply, leaning back to admire his work. A moment later, an angel with a curly mop of red hair appeared.
âAh, there you are! Dâyouâ oh,â he paused, taking in the drawing, âHow are the people coming along, then?â
âOh, quite splendidly,â Aziraphale replied, pleased that his friend had taken the time to notice, âI think weâve just about perfected the design.â
âLovely. Do you have a moment?â There was an urgency in the redheaded angelâs voice that took Aziraphale aback, and he turned fully to face him, blinking in surprise.Â
âYes, of course.â
âGood. Look, Iâve got this letter here from Lucââ Aziraphale snatched the scroll from the other angelâs hand before he could complete his brandishing gesture and thrust it inside his robes.
âGive me that, before anything happens! Come here.â He seized his friendâs hand and with a blur and a shimmer, they departed the offices of Heaven and rematerialized near the two star-incubating pillars of gas and dust where they often came to talk. The redheaded angel rolled his eyes.
âI really donât think that was necessary. What do you think is going to happen?â
âYou know what theyâve been saying about Lucifer, donât you?â Aziraphale straightened his robes uncomfortably, âHow they think heâs fomenting discord against the Almighty?â
âFomenting discord? Really, Aziraphale. And who is they, anyway?â
âYou knowâŚÂ they,â Aziraphale gestured broadly, âangels. The grapevine, everyone who gossips!â One scarlet brow arched in the cherubâs direction.
âDo you gossip?â
âNo!â Aziraphale retorted, a little too quickly, âBut IÂ listen.â The redheaded angel scoffed.
âJust look at the letter!â Hesitantly, Aziraphale pulled the now-crumpled scroll from his robes. He unrolled it, and began to scan its contents. His eyes widened as he read, and he shook his head, curls shaking with affrontery.Â
âThis is.. this is⌠well, fomenting!â he cried hoarsely, âIf anyone finds you with thisââ In a moment of impulse, Aziraphale snapped his fingers on the scro and it went up in a puff of flame, the small haze of its ashes drifting off into space. âThere,â he turned to his friend, forced smile betrayed by brows knitted in concern, âNo trail now.â
âAziraphale,â the redheaded angel rolled his eyes, but also reached out to grasp the cherubâs shoulder, âitâs not fomenting, itâs just asking questions! We just want to knowââ
âWe? We? You and Lucifer?â
âWell yeah, Lucifer and the guys and meââ Aziraphale broke away and put a hand to his mouth, chewing on the end of his thumb. âCome on, cherub! All we want to do is ask God some questions, you know, maybe get Her to let us angels be a little more involved in things, help make some policy. Itâs all for the people anyway, you should be on our side here.â
âYour side? What do you mean side?â With one mighty push of his wings, Aziraphale returned to his friendâs side, reaching out to clutch his arm with both hands. âThere arenât any sides here, unless itâs Heavenâs side! Arenât we all working toward the same thing? Starmaker,â he entreated, âplease, please donât get involved with them. I just⌠I have a bad feeling about all this.âÂ
The redheaded angel, startled by this sudden outburst, looked into Aziraphaleâs wide eyes, their pale blue glittering with the reflected glory of his nebulae, and he softened. Gently he peeled the cherubâs hands from his arm, and took them reassuringly in both of his own.
âItâll be alright, Aziraphale. God is Love, remember? What could She possibly do but listen?â
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