Made By Samael

This is what they would look like

That's David in 1995 in The Bill and Michael in 1997 (not quite 99 like it's supposed to be) in Wilde.

GOOD OMENS + TEXT POSTS [1/?]

Bonus:

did not think of that one

but it definitely checks out

(the Blackshirts fought everywhere Italy did in WWII, so sure, they could have turned up in London, theatres where Italy fought were not at all far away)

Assuming the absolute best interpretation of the story of the demons and the Fall, they’re the original anti-fascists. Assuming the worst interpretation, they’re the original populist-revolution-that-turned-into-oops-all-fascists.

Either way, Crowley is not gonna be a fan of authoritarian jackasses telling other people how they gotta live their lives. And he’s not going to let anyone mistake him for one of that lot.

They do not own themselves.

All other freedoms are forfeit if you do not own yourself.

So no, I don't think "give me coffee or give me death" necessarily means anything other than:

A choice between anything and death is not actually a choice.

I think Crowley, in all of S2, is on a whole other level of a semi-apathetic, autopilot-operating trauma survivor, who, at the same time, constantly feels like he needs to grab Everything He Loves and RUN. And I think that instinct to leap towards the (in big, bold, neon letters) EMERGENCY EXIT at any given moment, is a theme that defines so many of his actions in S2.

He literally keeps all his belongings in a car, not even bothering to get settled in a new flat, ready to just strap Aziraphale into the passenger seat of the Bentley and floor the throttle all the way to Alpha Centauri, should Heaven or Hell come for them with pitchforks.

I think he‘s torn between feeling numb and in shock from what happened at the Almost End of The Word —— loosing the Antichrist, almost loosing Aziraphale & the World (is there a difference?), experiencing how Aziraphale actually would have died —— and being on the absolute highest alert in case all of it happens again. Despite desperately wanting to, he can‘t fully settle into this new life, he can‘t enjoy it and kick his legs up because he‘s just constantly looking over his own shoulder. Running while staying painfully rooted to the spot.

Which explains so many of his sudden mood swings from agitation (e.g. his and Azi‘s disagreement about Jimbriel), to anger (e.g. erupting into lightning in fron of Nina‘s café), to apathy (e.g. questioning the meaning of Existence, not fully recognising Azi‘s attempts at taking their relationship to the next level). He‘s trying to contain a universe‘s worth of Emotional Turmoil (good AND bad!) on a teaspoon —— so, no wonder it leaks out of him almost uncontrollably.

Aziraphale, on the other hand, seems to settle into the new normal way quicker and more easily. We don‘t get much of a glimpse of it before naked!Jimbriel turns up on his doorstep, but he seems relaxed, content, back to enjoying his books and music and surroundings. And we see him continuously trying to advance his and Crowley‘s relationship (our car!) throughout the S2. But they don’t quite manage to meet in the middle, as we see multiple times in S2.

Crowley ends up being „right“ in his initial fear, of course, because Hell does literally come after them with pitchforks (and bad spelling). Which he desperately (I keep using this word lmao) tries to warn Aziraphale about —— but the angel‘s way too pre-occupied with his Jane Austen inspired Cotillion Ball, trying to make Nina Maggie Crowley realize they‘re in love. See the pattern here?

But it‘s not only Hell who comes after them, is it? I think both us and also Crowley missed that Heaven came after them just as much as Hell did – just not with pitchforks. Not with an angry army of demons, broken windows and creepy fog in the streets. But maybe with a coffee. And a hefty jiggle of almond syrup. And a looming, unspoken threat so big that it left Aziraphale just one no choice at all but to go along with it.

It‘s almost ironic because Crowley and Aziraphale points of view suddenly switch in the very Last Fifteen minutes. Crowley, who has felt like they‘ve had a target on their backs every since Armagedidn‘t and couldn’t simply let himself enjoy life with Aziraphale by his side, suddenly is ready for exactly that, doing a Brielzebub and eloping to the stars.

And Aziraphale, who‘s spent all of S2 trying to get to Next Base with Crowley, ignoring or the very real threat they were still both facing, suddenly finds himself with a big „KICK KILL ME“ sign taped to his back by the Metatron‘s faux-friendly promotion shoulder-pat.

So I haven’t seen anyone talk about how the plot of the Sound of Music is about a misfit nun in a convent where she can’t conform so she’s sent to be a governess and along the way falls in love with a very prickly man with a heart of gold who is unavailable - and fighting against the totalitarian regime threatening him and his home.

She’s conflicted about these feelings and panics after they share a dance, and she flees back to the convent to take her vows. She’s encouraged to return to where her heart lies, so she goes, and she and the captain marry and flee the war together with their family.

And if we recall:

"𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓃, 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒞𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓁𝑒𝓎, 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝑒𝓍𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒾𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝑒𝓍𝓅𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓈𝓀𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓉𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒.

ℱ𝓁𝑒𝓈𝒽 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑜𝒹, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓌𝓈, 𝑜𝓇𝑔𝒶𝓃𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝑒𝑒𝓉𝒽, 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝓅𝒽𝓎𝓈𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓁 𝒷𝑜𝒹𝓎, 𝒷𝑜𝓉𝒽 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒜𝓏𝒾𝓇𝒶𝓅𝒽𝒶𝓁𝑒'𝓈 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓎-𝒷𝓁𝓊𝑒 𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈, 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽 𝓅𝒾𝑒𝓇𝒸𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓏𝑒𝒹 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓃𝑒𝓇𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝒸𝒾𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝒶 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑔𝑒𝑜𝓃.

𝒲𝒶𝓈 𝒾𝓉 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈?

𝒲𝒶𝓈 𝒾𝓉 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈?

𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒜𝓏𝒾𝓇𝒶𝓅𝒽𝒶𝓁𝑒'𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹. 𝒞𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓁𝑒𝓎'𝓈 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝓇𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓍 𝒶𝓈 𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓁𝓎 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓁𝒶𝓅."

✨HELO I'M UNWELL✨

Ok, for a while i thought i'd make something pure comfort because God knows how much we all need it after the season 2 finale BUT! Plot twist, here I am serving some angst 8)

Because yes, because I love them and I'm devastated, because I think I've listened to "Mary on a Cross" 320 times in the last two weeks and I couldn't get this image out of my mind, so I had to put it on paper thanks to the help/collaboration/madness of @gladia-delmarre , who thought of making everything ten thousand times more painful by writing a splendid poem

So, here it is Crowley, who for centuries and centuries has carried the cross of his love for Aziraphale and now can finally abandon himself in his arms (because if the third season will not end with them loving each other forever, I will scream.)

Here you can read the entire poem, do it because it's worth it :'3

✨https://archiveofourown.org/works/49903573

✨https://efpfanfic.net/viewstory.php?sid=4062027

Forget foreshadowing and the meaning of whatever minute thing we fixate on in some random scene (though I accept that a great many of those things aren’t that minute, and the given scene isn’t necessarily that random.)