Ramble Spot

I have a family friend who worked at our local Salvation Army headquarters as a a secretary. This particular office took all the Christmas donations for children in need, put them in a warehouse, and on a designated day the staff and their friends picked through them all, taking whatever they wanted. She saw people hauling away bikes donated for specific families. Some local children had hundreds of dollars of gifts donated in their name, and on Christmas they received three cheap things, items likely not even from the person who sponsored them.

My friend quit, and I’ve not given them a dime of my money since then.

I’m a wildfire and disaster logistics specialist.

I deal with a lot of agencies who provide disaster relief.

I used to say the Salvation Army’s disaster services were the one (literally the ONE) good thing they did.

They would come in, set up a canteen trailer, make and pass out hot coffee and donated food in a disaster, usually being one of the first agencies to get there and the last to leave.

Then I found out.

Every time they did this, regardless of if they were actually invited or deployed by the agency in charge (usually FEMA, sometimes others) they would SELF-DEPLOY. Meanjng they would just show up. Ok. That’s not TOO bad, sometimes agencies have to take initiative and get there before the red tape is sorted out. BUT. They, after they left at the end of the incident, they would send FEMA or the host agency a BILL. They used one or two paid employees (usually the driver of the truck and a supervisor); and many VOLUNTEERS, but they would bill for EVERYONE’s Labor at standard federal rates. They would bill for the food they distributed even though it was all donated by another agency or private parties. They would bill for the coffee they made and the supplies. Except they would use electricity from the shelter location, water from donations or from the shelter, and in many cases, they would get the coffee and industrial filters DONATED, but bill for them at retail prices.

Salvation Army reached out to Milknmuffins and asked what shelter she’s at with the promise to address the abuse in it. She…ended up saying where she was. She was thrown out onto the street. It’s also all on Twitter.

They invited her to a personal talk so she could explain the situation in person.

And then they threatened her with a screenshot of a rape-threat made supposedly by her:

And then threw her out into the street while claiming she broke house rules that

Some of the subtle clues that Aziraphale and Crowley switched bodies

Bonus - not so subtle anymore, where ‘Crowley’ is sitting prim and proper and ‘Aziraphale’ kind of lying on the bench

@littlexolotl

If he dies

I think this: https://neil-gaiman.tumblr.com/post/185332471341/neil-i-like-to-interpret-the-relationship-between

And I’m sure you weren’t trying to be mean. 

So…

I’m the author. My personal headcanon is Canon if I write it. It’s also irrelevant if I don’t write it in a book or put it on the TV. I’m not going to endorse fan theories, partly because I don’t like the idea of cutting off other, equally valid, fan theories. I’m also not going to endorse, or even read, fan theories (except possibly for ones with pictures about how Crowley got into the bathtub) because it’s just like reading fan-fiction with my own characters in it, which I don’t do: I’d hate to not feel comfortable writing about something in the future because someone else wrote that idea in the past.

If I had a huge and well-developed headcanon about Crowley’s background as an angel I’d hate to either talk about it in public, because I don’t, I write the things instead, or spend time with anyone else’s versions, because if I ever was going to write that story, that might put me off. 

Good Omens + that old film look

Knowing that shooting on the Arri Alexa SXT and adding old film effects in post production wouldn’t look right, DP Gavin Finney got creative. He used the Arriflex D-21, one of Arri’s first digital cameras, and attached a hand crank handle from a film camera digitally to the D-21, making it the world’s only hand-cranked digital camera. This allowed him to have control over how fast the camera recorded, giving it that old irregular speed feel. With the addition of a Lensbaby creative effect lens and holding it loose in front of the lens mount while cranking the camera, the old film look and feel just needed to be finished in post with some grain and a black and white conversion.

There would be divi…-devilish retribution for this indeed.

“Oh goodness,” Aziraphale said, stooping over and gently cradling the leaf of one plant. “Is that a spot?”

Crowley almost blacked out.

Two?!

He grabbed the pot of the first plant, and sped forward to pick up the other. Aziraphale looked up at him curiously when he did.

“I am so sorry,” he blurted, then - because blurting was not something a demon should do - cleared his throat and said with all the dark undertone expected, “They’ll be dealt with.”

The plants around them shivered, the ones in the crooks of Crowley’s elbows most of all. Crowley turned to go, when he noticed the plants in his arms were gone. Miracled out.

“Nonsense!” Aziraphale crooned, placing both of the pots down beneath one of their bigger brethren. The nervous shaking was replaced by confused. “A few spots is nothing to scare them over, Crowley.” He gently prodded around one of the damaged leaves. If a plant could purr, that one would have. “There, there.” He looked over his shoulder, more than a touch judgementally. “You don’t give them enough air circulation in here.”

If plants could laugh, the shaking they did at that would have been it. Crowley blanched.

“I know what I’m doing,” he said, weakly.

Aziraphale glanced skyward in that infernal way he sometimes did, like he was sharing a Look with God herself at Crowley’s expense. “Which one of us was the Antichrist’s gardner again?” he asked and gave him a wry smile.

This bitch MUST have been a seraphim or archangel pre-fall because the shit that guy can DO.

Motherfucker stops time in the French prison to save Aziraphale.

Then later he straight up removes himself and Adam and Aziraphale from a particular point in space and time (the airfield) just to give Adam a lil pep talk.

He miracles every paintball gun to be real but then is also in control of every single lethal shot taken to make sure they have miraculous escapes.

He holds an entire car and himself together while driving through the burning M25. Hastur can't do that. Hastur, DUKE OF HELL, discorporates almost instantly.

Listen. Listen. In the book, when he got shot by a paintball that's exactly what he did. He is terrible at fighting that instinct.

I also want to point out that the primary defense of a hognose is actually to flatten their neck out and hiss and pretend to be a big scary cobra when in fact they're basically harmless (technically venomous, but their fangs are at the rear of their mouths). Which, you know. Crowley also kind of does in the show at the paintball scene when he shows off his monster snakey head for a second.

aziraphale with lovely brown skin

aziraphale with super curly bright white hair that kind of reminds one of a halo

aziraphale with bright gold glowing eerie eyes he hides behind a glamour

aziraphale with curves and fat and stretch marks that shine gold

aziraphale with a TRUE FORM of divine terror with eyes and spinning rings and tons of wings

aziraphale who wears a crown because thats what principalities did apparently?? and i love the imagery of it 

aziraphale that was MADE to wield a flaming sword and can smite his enemies with brutal efficiency but who chooses not to, chooses to be soft

aziraphale who is in love with food, books, comfort, dancing, laughter, music, maybe sex??, all the things that Feel Good

aziraphale who is occasionally rather oblivious but has been definitely courted by royalty and famous writers at one point but only really every had eyes for one (1) demon even if he did not realize it

I can see Crowley, after the rain is over and they part ways, wondering who that angel was and cursing at himself for not asking him his name. However, our dear Crowley is not about to go embarass himself because the moment to ask is gone and it would just be awkward. So, what do you do when you don't know someone's name but don't want to ask? You ask other people.

I can totally see Crowley go around and begin talking about "That Eastern Gate Angel" nonchalantly and some other demon going "Oh, yes, that Aziraphale" and Crowley just repeating it softly, testing it out because finally, after what seems like too long, he has learned the Angel's name. So then he goes "Sorry, gotta go" because now that he can call Aziraphale by his name he just has to go find him and that's why he practically rushes to his side when they meet next in 3004B.C. and goes "Hello, Aziraphale" in that way, because he's relishing the way he's found out the Angel's name without having to embarass himself and ask for it and can now freely talk to him.

Aziraphale: *notices and switches all the groceries to one hand, then takes Crowley's hand*

Aziraphale: :)

crowley: i can tempt…anybody?

beelzebub: well…yeah