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Hi!

Just so you know, I’m completely obsessed with Good Omens and Aziraphale and Crowley’s relationship.

So, the other day I was listening to David and Michael’s interview, and Michael said: “No one understands what is like to be them’, and that inspired me to write something.

So, there you go....If you read it, thank you for your time, and I hope you like it.

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Aziraphale and Crowley were walking around Green Park.

The war had been avoided, the world saved, and all that was left was peace and silence, especially between them. Well, especially because Aziraphale couldn’t really think of a right way to start the conversation.

For the last hour, he had been intensely immersed in his own thoughts, reflecting on a specific phrase that Crowley said right before Armageddon started.

‘I lost my best friend’

Aziraphale didn’t want to admit it, but there was a not so tiny part of him that thought, and hoped, that Crowley was talking about him.

‘I lost my best friend’

Could he actually be talking about him though? He knew Crowley didn’t have a lot of other people to talk to, so he couldn’t imagine he could possibly have another best friend. But still, he wasn’t sure. There were so many creatures in hell and so many of them might have been more similar to Crowley than he could have ever hoped to be.

‘I lost my best friend’

He wanted so much to ask, but he didn’t know how.

‘I don’t recall Gabriel cutting your tongue’, Crowley said.

‘What?’

‘You’ve been so quiet, too quiet. I never thought I’d say this, but I prefer when you’re over stressed and can’t stop talking rather than this mute version of you’

‘I’m sorry Crowley, I was just thinking’

‘About what? The world is safe, your bookshop is safe, we are safe, what on hell could you possibly be thinking about to be this quiet?’.

Aziraphale stopped walking. He didn’t know how to address the subject, but Crowley was looking at him, and he could feel the impatience of his eyes even from under his sunglasses.

‘I lost my best friend’

He had to say something.

‘I was thinking about us...I mean you....Well, me actually....Well, you and me.....I mean......see? Now I’m over stressed again so I hope you’re happy’.

Aziraphale started walking again, this time nervously and faster, but Crowley went after him and stopped in front of him. He was smiling at him, calm and satisfied.

‘Oh Angel, you know you keep surprising me? What’s the matter?’

Aziraphale sighed.

‘Well, I kept thinking about, well....given the circumstances you were in, maybe you were exaggerating, and I think you were drunk....so maybe that was nothing....but I couldn’t stop thinking about that. And...well, you said once you have a lot of people to fraternize with, so maybe you do have a lot of people....and, I mean, I don’t know.....’

‘Aziraphale.....you’re not making any sense. Get to the point for hell’s sake’

‘Am I your best friend?’

There you go. Aziraphale asked. He asked and he couldn’t take it back, but he saw that Crowley was looking at him without answering, so he tried to make the question more specific.

‘The other day, after we had a fight, and I came to visit you...well, it wasn’t actually me, but, you know....when I asked you if there was something wrong, you said that you had lost your best friend. Were you talking abut me?

Crowley kept staring at him without saying a word. Aziraphale’s heart was pounding.

‘You know what? Forget about it, I was being nonsense. It doesn’t matter, probably you won’t even remember. Where do you wanna go? The Ritz? Or there’s a nice restaurant in Covent Garden I’d like you to-‘

‘How could you possibly think I was talking about somebody else?’

‘Wh.....what?’, Aziraphale was now speechless.

‘We had a fight and I abandoned you. Your bookshop was on fire and there was nobody there. I thought I had lost you....how could you even think that I was referring to somebody else?’

‘Yes but...but....I let you down...and you always say that you have a lot of people to pass your time with and-’

‘Fraternize.....a lot of people to fraternize. I only really talk to and hang out and trust one angel...’

Crowley was smiling again now.

‘You mean.....’

‘Gabriel, I mean Gabriel. Of course it’s you Aziraphale, Satan damn it’

‘Right, right, just to be sure. Thank you. And to clarify, the feeling is mutual.’

Aziraphale paused for a moment.

‘I don’t think there’s someone who really understands what it’s like to be us’.

‘I don’t think there is’, Crowley said, smiling.

Aziraphale couldn’t look at him now. He felt flattered and grateful, and he, really really loved him. But he kept that to himself.

‘So, that Covent Garden’s restaurant. Shall we go?’ Crowley asked.

‘After you’, Aziraphale said, smiling back at him.

Hi guys!

If you remember, a few months ago I published the story of how Sherlock and Benedict have changed my life, bringing me to this point of my life, making me decide to live and study in London, trying to make my dream come true.

Now, I need your help: I have to write an essay for my university. This essay has ‘Sherlock’ at its center.

“And fans of a popular tv series may sample dialogues, summarize episodes, debate subtexts, create original fan fiction, record their own soundtracks, make their own movies- and distribute all of this worldwide via the internet”

This quote is my starting point.

Sherlock fans are incredibly powerful, we have create a whole universe by ourselves, and I want to make that universe the protagonist of my study.

So please, please, please, send me everything you’ve got: pictures of your cosplays (if you don’t mind I can insert them in my essay), fanpics that you’ve created, comment this post or message me with your story, the story of how Sherlock or its characters or actors have changed you, helped you, supported you, anything really, and spread the word if you can.

I want us to be the story this time.

Here we go.

When this season started, I didn’t imagine I’d be able to finally say these words: they gave justice to Jaime Lannister.

And do you know what the most satisfying thing for me is? It’s the fact that, even tough Brienne was always there, believing in him, pushing him, seeing him for who he truly is, when the moment came, it was just him who had to make the choice.

In that moment, Jaime Lannister was alone, no one was there telling him what to do. He was in front of Cersei by himself, and that’s damn important. Why? Because in this way, the break was even stronger, and more direct, meaningful and solid.

I’m not going to say that he realized who Cersei truly is, because that’s not what matters here.

I’m going to say with pride and joy that he finally realized who he truly is, who he wants to be, who he can become. Well, I AM GOING TO SCREAM THIS LOUDER THAN EVER.

He now knows that keeping his word is more important than revenge, that helping other people is more important than living in a bubble with the woman he loves.

Actually, he has always known these things, but the writers took that acknowledgement away from him, and he had to face a character development TWICE, even tough he had already achieved that kind of awareness during season 3.

So, can you understand how beautiful this character is?

JAIME FUCKING LANNISTER IS STRONGER THAN BAD WRITING.

I’m so proud, and happy. He deserved more, and they finally gave him that.

Cersei Lannister: “What the fuck were you doing don’t betray me again”

I love healthy relationships. She must love him so much.

If you read this post, please comment and give me hope about Jaime Lannister’s story, because after this episode I’m almost done hoping for a turning point.

I love Jaime Lannister, he’s my favorite character, and I have found myself unexpectedly connected to him during the past few seasons.

I’ve always thought that at some point the writers would have made him realize who Cersei truly is, and consequently, who he really is: someone who can be himself only when and even if he’s far from his sister.

During the past few seasons, Jaime Lannister has been Jaime Lannister only in two or three episodes of each season: when he was far from her. When he is with her, he seems a puppet, and she had even the courage to call him a traitor.

He returned from war, and the first thing she asks him is how many soldiers they have lost. Wow, she really cares about him.

I’m exhausted. Watching your favorite character being treated like this is exhausting, and I honestly don’t know what to think anymore.

7x01 He spends the whole first episode convincing Cersei to be reasonable and advising her, and Euron makes fun of him because he knows that he’s in love with her.

7x02 He spends the episode convincing someone to swear loyalty to Cersei, so that’s the one time we see him on screen.

7x03 Euron still makes fun of him.

Jaime sleeps with Cersei.

During the last five minutes we are being told that Jaime Lannister loves Cersei, that he accepts that she is a monster and he knows that the fact that he loves her will possibly ruin him, and that he is willing to die for her despite everything.

NOW, WHY ON EARTH EVERYTHING THAT JAIME DOES NEEDS TO BE RELATED TO HIS SISTER, WHY THEY CAN’T WRITE A PROPER STORYLINE, WHY LORD WHY I HAVE TO SEE MY FAVORITE CHARACTER TREATED LIKE IF HE IS A PUPPET.

And the thing that upsets me the most is that during these episodes we still see Jaime’s three important qualities: his wisdom, his loyalty and his ability on the battlefield. Also, he proves himself to be far more decent than Cersei when he shows that he wants to give his enemy a dignified death.

SO, CAN SOMONE JUST FOCUS ON HIM? CAN THEY JUST STOP TREATING HIM LIKE SHIT?

This is the “mutual respect” Gwen was talking about.

They don’t even need to say “thank you”. The way they look at each other proves that they know what they have been through together, they know what they have done for one another, they know they have found someone they can trust, no matter what.

Jaime has saved Brienne, he has lost his hand for her, and as Nikolaj said, for the first time he stood up for someone who didn’t belong to his family. Losing his hand meant that he could no longer be the person he had been for all his life, the tremendous knight everybody feared and respected. And yet, he just wanted Brienne to be safe, and in that moment, he wasn’t thinking about what it could have happened to him.

Brienne has saved him too, in every possible way. She made him realize that he could be more, that he could be better and that his better part was already inside of him: he just needed to get that part out.