#to ineffability and beyond

[mizgnomer]

Crowley and Aziraphale (as seen from behind) in Good Omens

Bonus: David Tennant and Michael Sheen filming Good Omens

[davidtennantgenderenvy]

And what if I said this is the next great David Tennant Losing It Scene

[cardamomflower]

made this today because i was feeling scared and yeah, here you go, horrors beyond comprehension

[cheeekycharchar]

LOVE LANGUAGE AND MISUNDERSTANDINGS

"But you understood me."

French is universally known as "the language of love".

Crowley remarks that they're both fluent in every language.

Aziraphale prides himself on his self-taught French speaking abilities even though he's obviously terrible at it.

Crowley speaks it with natural ease.

MEANWHILE….

Aziraphale is an angel who struggles with expressing his true feelings/what is truly on his mind..

Crowley is a demon who expresses his feelings and what's on his mind a little too easily..

AND THEY KEEP HAVING THESE MISCOMMUNICATIONS.

In 6000+years, Aziraphale had always known he could get his point across to Crowley in one way or another but..

it's that damned S2E6 final scene that he finally realizes that he can't get Crowley to understand him when he needs him to the most.

"I don't think you understand what I'm offering you."

"I understand. I think I understand a whole lot better than you do."

Just like earlier with the French.

Aziraphale thinks he's speaking perfectly coherently.

But Crowley is trying to, yet again, point out that he's incomprehensible at that moment.

"What's with the French?"

"I learned that the hard way."

..AND YOU'RE GONNA LEARN THE HARD WAY AGAIN, MY DEAREST ANGEL D:

Aziraphale's ignorance to just how bad his communication skills can be at times is such a big problem- not saying Crowley hasn't said the wrong thing now and again either- but the way the show keeps pointing out Aziraphale's bad French despite him being an immortal being that is supposedly fluent in all languages.. except French (aka the very human language of love) that both of them struggle with- except Crowley is always faster on the uptake than Aziraphale in that manner.

Love is its own type of communication.

It's something that is not only said with words but with actions.

I could write an entire essay of all the ways Crowley and Aziraphale have shown each other how much they love each other through their thousands of years together.

But it's once they try to put it into words.. they falter.

"And I would like to spend..."

I just hope in S3, they finally learn how to understand each other's love language.

It's something truly beautiful and tragic that our Ineffable Husbands love each other so damn much but struggle to verbalize it to one another and be understood properly.

Which causes those missed communications.. and breaks our hearts...

[jessystardust]

I survived THIS... and my reward was THIS 😍

[certifiablyinsanez]

Broke: the “I was wrong dance” scene was funny and cute.

Woke: the “I was wrong dance” scene was actually fucked up and wrong. It was a culmination of everything wrong in their relationship, how the dynamics that they’re used to are unsustainable even if they’ve “worked” for thousands of years. Crowley was thrown into a situation that would easily overwhelm and frighten anyone, and was expected to play along to Aziraphale’s whims likes he’s always done. Instead of having proper lines of communication about it, Aziraphale uses a tactic that is very angel of him. Not as in Crowley’s angel, but as in Heavens angel. This is how Heaven functions, through passive aggression, and manipulative movements. Crowley, in an effort to protect Aziraphale, gives in to a show of humiliation and control. It’s something that Heaven has done to Aziraphale for eons and now he does it to Crowley. Anger towards aziraphale for this scene is a natural reaction but holding this against him takes this take back to broke. Aziraphale has {not really} escaped a timeless abusive relationship with heaven. 4 years of “freedom” after eons of abuse is not enough to undo the damage. And sadly, we know all too well that not only is love from others not enough to do that, it’s common for us to do the same things to the ones we love. It’s tragic, it’s painful, and it’s so tragically human. You don’t have to worry about Crowley getting payback or thinking about Aziraphale doing the dance when he comes back. He is ABSOLUTELY about to pay the price and learn in the most painful way possible. And even if you’re absolutely pissed with him over this, the price he’s paying isn’t really worth it. It would basically be saying the same thing as “you hurt me, so I don’t feel bad that you’re gonna learn why and how you hurt me by going back to your abusers”. Aziraphale needs to unlearn so much, but he deserves to learn it in a safe environment. Aziraphale can be both the victim and victimizer. He can hurt people and still deserve love and security. It’s all just a fucking travesty.

[snootflake]

Here’s a lil tasty taste of my HUGE illustration for @ineffableeraszine ! I’m so insanely lucky to have been included in this zine, and I’m really proud of my contribution.

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[ineffableaddiction]

Angels vs Demons

Aziraphale

-Goes to discreet gentleman’s club, learns to dance

-Owns a gun (and has a permit)

-Leans about new and promising restaurants in places he visits

-Understands more about romantic human emotions and affections (probably due to books)

-Learns magic and French “the hard way”

-Socializes with humans on a somewhat regular basis

- Owns and runs a bookshop

Crowley

-Has a human vehicle (Bentley)

-Drinks excessively on a semi-regular basis

-Has favorite TV shows (comedies, one with excessive alcohol consumption)

-Owns mobile phone

-Likes houseplants

-Likes humans, but doesn’t know what to do with them (see: conversation with Nina about rain and canopies)

-Likes to wait in the bookshop

-almost perpetually unemployed

It amuses me that Crowley’s dear angel is more worldly than his introverted self is.

Oh, and labels suck. See above for proof.

[recursive-impulse]

Hey so Viktor and Jayce are livin it up in a cottage in the South Downs right

[canisonicscrewyou]

Okay here’s the thing, some of you are asking for the 2019 Aziracrow Cosplay Pics** in my inbox, and upon reflection how could we not. You’re gonna get so much more lore than you could’ve ever asked for or wanted,though. This is a long post, and I almost want to apologize for it. **Pre-HRT baby face pics ahead

For context, Damien and I have known each other since freshmen year of high school, 2012. In fact, we had like no classes together, and whenever one of us mentioned our nerd shit in class the first couple of days, kids kept telling us we HAD to meet each other. We finally met in a history class after they got transferred into it, and exchanged fandom memes back and forth after school on the sidewalk that day until our rides picked us up, and pretty much from then on freshmen year EVERYONE thought and asked if we were two little queer kids dating in our Catholic School.

And of course we weren’t— we just sat in each others’ laps a lot, or grabbed at each other a lot, and were a little inseparable for a while. Neither of us read anything into this. We were also, very importantly, cringey little 14-15 year old SuperWhoLock girlies, only I didn’t watch Supernatural, and they didn’t really watch Doctor Who, and we both thought Sherlock was pretty good. We supplemented our own love for our special little shows for the other. We were so inseparable that Damien’s 1-month-long-freshmen-boyfriend got them a Doctor Who gift for Valentine’s Day. The key to the Eleventh Doctor’s TARDIS. (My favorite, at the time, and also one that I knew they definitely sold at the comic book shop up the block.) They break up with him for giving them chocolates with nuts(allergy), and immediately give my little autistic ass the TARDIS key at lunch. Neither of us read anything into this. This is a common theme.

Damien, at some point, tells me to read a book they love, Good Omens. Due to my brain being the way it is, it takes about 3-4 business years, until college, to read Good Omens at their recommendation.

Damien is one of my best friends throughout high school and college. I also think it’s important to note that they were a jock, and I was a theatre kid. And the only time I convinced them to do something, a haunted house, with the drama club, to share a hobby maybe, they got hit in the head with a lightsaber by a 1st grader and needed stitches immediately after we started.

ANYWAYS.

I get Damien into cosplay a year or so later- 2013? 2014?

But it also takes us years to cosplay together- we would help with each others’ cosplays a lot. By that I mean I built a bunch of their props and they helped by getting the supplies with me and generally just hanging out. It takes us until 2019 to cosplay together.

Good Omens is out on Amazon Prime.

We text each other.

“Do you want to do a couple’s cosplay of this?

Yes, yes of course I do.

And yes, of course you’re Crowley, and of course I’m Aziraphale. And of course I’m Crowley, and of course you’re Aziraphale.”

Pretty much every week that summer, we built our wings from scratch, from wire and masking tape and ethically sourced goose and duck feathers and mall Chinese food. We go out and plan and shop for our gay little outfits. We sit and talk in their car, in my driveway, for ages every time, every night.

Another fun fact: this was the same convention that I painstakingly painted their tits blue for. And also painstakingly helped them wash blue off of in the shower, drunk, later that night. Unrelated, Aziraphale was the first cosplay I felt comfortable in.

Another fun fact: while getting ready for the photo shoot we booked that morning, my family dog scared my cat Almondmilk, and he peed all over my Aziraphale cosplay, and I yelled a bit. Our photographer rescheduled, blessedly, and a few hours later our photographer was asking how we wanted to stage the kiss, since of COURSE there had to be a kiss, but instead we sort of just—

“We’re really good friends— We’ve known each other since high school— We’ve already seen so much of each other this is no big deal— Do you need another shot?”

“Uh-huh,” Our photographer says, knowingly. “I think maybe one more, if we’re comfortable with—“

“Oh yeah, no problem at all-“

“Uh-huh, Yeah,” Our photographer says, knowingly. “Tilt your head up more.”

Not many couples can say they somehow managed to get their first kiss documented and edited in HD.

Damien got nauseous at the last day of the con, and the only thing we had to help were these honey sticks from a tea shop booth. They couldn’t open the little sticks themself, with their fangs in, so I took them and ripped them open with my teeth to give to them. Completely, totally unrelated, though, I think this was the summer I began to realize, perhaps realize once more, that I was so absolutely done for for Damien.

Anyways all of that went SO well, that we were planning every Ineffable Husbands cosplay we could. Somehow, our most logical next choice was a fun and very quick, messy little boudoir photo shoot in my college dorm room, while they were visiting me 3+ hours away from their school.

Down so bad you lovingly pack wigs to go to college with so that you can have your best friend sit in your lap for your little ship.

We did that as Just Good Friends, literally in front of an old friend who took the photos and helped us stage the poses a bit.

We went to sleep that night in that bed. It was big enough to fit 3, maybe even 4 people if you were in a pinch. The bed was not treated like it was that big. (Note, we now sleep on a full sized bed, and it’s suddenly too small.)

And we talked for a while and we went to bed and all I could think about was how much I loved them no matter the sense of the word. And how many nights we sat talking in your car in my driveway for way too long, wondering if I should ask if I could kiss you. (A quick pronoun change, because I know you’re reading this.)

And

Nothing

Came

Of

This

For

LIKE

FOUr

MORE

YEARS.

Just good friends. Just good, good friends.

And that’s how Good Omens helped me realize, in retrospect of 2019, how in love I was with my Crowley best friend.

[the-music-maniac]

Y'know the more I think about it, the more I realize that instead of arguing with people who don't believe queer coding can exist or wanna act like all characters who don't have a confirmed sexuality are automatically straight, I can just straight up find any arbitrary justification tweeted by some dudebro on twitter for why this character in particular is gay.

[nastasya--filippovna]

Cause I love this curse on our house

The last time they talked.

Song: The Alcott- The National ft. Taylor Swift

And the last thing you wanted Is the first thing I do I tell you my problems You tell me the truth It's the last thing you wanted It's the first thing I do I tell you that I think I'm fallin' Back in love with you The confession, the kiss, the heartbreak.

[phantomram-b00]

Sometimes I’ll be fine. Then I remember Aziraphale accidentally Agnes Nutter’ed himself and predicted the very thing he threaten Crowley at the airbase.

“Come up with something or….Or I’ll never talk to you again”

And then- and then- and then—

[sjatty]

felt i HAD to post the sketch cuz i reeaaally loved the wing idea that i ended up :((( discarding

oh 2 be endlessly devoted to another being for six-thousand years...

[idliketobeatree]

somehow i completely slept over Andrew blessing us again with a version of Be that's even more good omens coded than i thought possible and i am not well

"be like the love that discovered the sin", "be the hope when Eden was lost" has never hit so well i need to join him on the bottom of the lake

[elderly-worm]

Oh wait. Take Me To Church on Crowley's playlist is like, a lot, huh? I have made the mistake of listening to it while so so sleep deprived and................................................................ damn.