“This Is The Type Of Flashing The World Needs”

Vhalla: You always look so unapproachable.

Aldrik: And yet, here you are.

So my wonderful @uncapedcru5ader pointed out something interesting that I had never noticed before while we were watching Good Omens together:

For the entirety of episode 5 and about half of 6, Crowley stops calling Aziraphale "angel" and starts referring to him only by his actual name.

The first time (chronologically) that Crowley calls Aziraphale "angel" (at least as far as we can know) is during the French Revolution.

So since at least 1793, Crowley has always called Aziraphale "angel". (Except for one time, a very serious time, when he calls him to talk about the beginning of the end of the world.)

And then - they have a fight. And he stops.

Episode 4: Saturday Morning Funtime.

"I'm going home, angel. I'm getting my stuff and I'm leaving. And when I'm off in the stars, I won't even THINK about you."

That was the last time (for a while) that Crowley called Aziraphale "angel."

In the bookshop fire, he calls him Aziraphale.

When he sees him again after thinking he was gone forever, he calls him Aziraphale.

Every time he refers to him, its not "angel", it's "Aziraphale."

Crowley doesn't call him "angel" again until it's (mostly) over, after Armageddon’t.

This is unusual behavior for someone who has been calling his lover friend the same pet name nickname for over 200 years. So why the change?

It's not that he doesn’t want to call him "angel" in front of other people. He's done that loads of times before, and, frankly, they have more important things to worry about then.

It’s not that he’s too mad at Aziraphale to call him a pet name nickname. As seen above and in 1862, he calls him “angel” even during their fights.

No, Crowley’s worried that they aren’t there anymore. He’s worried that Aziraphale really meant it when he said “it’s over”, that he isn’t his angel anymore and is just Aziraphale now.

I am sure that while Crowley was drowning his sorrows after the fire, the last thing he said to Aziraphale kept playing over and over in his mind. Crowley has a temper. He says things he doesn’t mean when he gets angry. He knows that that was a complete lie.

But Aziraphale doesn’t.

Even after the discorporated Aziraphale shows up, Crowley has got to be thinking: “Damn it, I really screwed it up this time. I’ve hurt my best friend and he’s probably still mad at me. Probably the only reason he’s still associating with me is because he needs my help to save the world.”

If you ask me, Aziraphale showing up was the only reason Crowley left that bar to go save it. If Aziraphale needed his help to save the world, than by god satan, Crowley was going to pull himself together and help him save it, whether Aziraphale was mad at him or not. Because, to him, a world with Aziraphale in it was a world worth fighting to save.

But I digress.

So Crowley pulls himself together. He’s not exactly sure where he stands with Aziraphale, but they work together to try to save the world. And the entire time, Crowley doesn’t call him “angel”, because, as far as he knows, Aziraphale is still mad at him.

And then - they win. They stand against horsemen, their respective bosses, and even Satan himself, and they win. That night, after they’ve saved the world together, Crowley and Aziraphale sit at a bus stop. It’s dark and quiet and it’s just the two of them. And Crowley tests the waters.

He gently, ever so gently tries to nudge Aziraphale and himself back to where they were. He doesn’t growl “We’re on our side”, like at the bandstand, he doesn’t plead with Aziraphale to go off with him. He softly remarks that they have their own side now, and offers to let him stay with him, if Aziraphale wants.

For once in his life, Crowley is moving slowly.

And Aziraphale appreciates it and accepts him.

Gender should not define a great story!

Imagine a book/story where you are never actually told the gender of the main character. You know their eye colour, hair length, height, hair colour, name, how they dress and everything about their girlfriend/boyfriend, but not if it's a boy or a girl. Every person who reads the book/story will have an opinion about what gender he/her is, but no one can know for sure, because every single person who reads it, sees a little bit of them selves in the character.

What’s writing, you know? What does writing actually mean?

I was at the coffeeshop in the village and someone asked me how my llamas are doing, and a woman overheard and told me that when she was a kid, her parents used to have a couple of llamas in their sheep farm, and every single sheep in their flock imprinted on one of the two llamas. Each sheep chose the best most charismatic llama according to mysterious sheep criteria, and never wavered in their ovine loyalty. Each of the two llamas was worshiped by a small sub-flock of devoted sheep who followed him everywhere like Jesus’s apostles and only left their field for transhumance when led by “their” llama. The funniest thing is the way this woman overheard the word “llama” and immediately came to sit next to me to tell me this, like she had waited since childhood to share her bewilderment about the two religious congregations of sheep led by rival llama prophets in her family farm.

instead of sending me nudes you can send me 

pics of you smiling with ur fave stuffed animal

pics of you smiling with ur mom 

pics of plants

pics of ur dog

pics of silly lookin bugs that u find 

The writing process:

Y’all being pregnant while moving into a new house is BUCKWILD

My husband is an intelligent man, but he has gotten in his head that if I lift one box I will PERISH

Lady Danbury: is something going on between you and my brother?

Violet: remember that time you fucked my dad?

Touch.