#I would put these ubder cuts but i have no idea how to do so on mobile

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Episode 3 of Good Omens

Ok I’m back and I’m hype for the third episode!

-Oh we back in the garden now what’s happening

-You know what I need more of in my general life? Aziraphale lore. I guess.

-But what did Crowley do in between the Beginning and Mesopotamia?? All we know is he’s covered in dirt now.

-I love Crowley being very adamant about not killing kids and also his reaction to Noah’s arc is my exact reaction to all of religion

-Hi Jesus

-It’s quite early but I have yet to understand any great developmental purpose behind this backstory besides explaining Crowley’s name change. I guess it may help for setting up the rules of their Agreement. It’s hard for me to remember what the show has told me and what I know already, you know? I’m glad it can stand alone as it’s own thing though.

-What are those, the world’s earliest sunglasses?

-To be honest though they’ve always just been a less intense version of Tom and Jerry since the beginning of time so I don’t know if there’s any real development there

-oh no Crowley’s BEARD he looks like he’s about to spend 15 hours coding in the pitch darkness

-Whatever the Shakespeare scene is very funny

-very correct horses are a major design flaw

-I’m Aziraphale sitting patiently in a jail cell during the French Revolution

-also speaking very politely to the guy threatening to chop off his head

-Ngl Crowley’s revolution hair is kind of good in a horrible, horrible way

-THERE’S THE SAUNTERED VAGUELY DOWNWARDS LINE!! It’s kinda snuck in there but I’m so so glad it’s still here

-hey Aziraphale? Hmmm? Now who’s fraternizing HMMMMM??

-“My DOUBLE-DEALING Nazi aQUAINTance”

-“Oooh ooh ah it’s like being on the beach with bare feet!” Did you mean how I enter every room

-So true-to-form for AJ Crowley to blow up a church whilst dressed like a gangster but in sort of a lame way I love it

-(note to self remember to change the laundry at the end of this episode)

-Ok now Crowley is literally dressed like John Lennon and while I do not agree with this I do appreciate it

-...Don’t know how I feel about young shadwell? Definitely gave me mental whiplash though

-Young Shadwell is so well spoken though I guess I always assumed he was born a jabbering old man. This has yet to convince me otherwise.

-Gotta say it does make more sense than just casually throwing in how they all know each other

-Handing over holy water in a tartan thermos. Also very on brand. I’m glad Aziraphale and Crowley still feel like the same characters to me and I love being able to see them brought to life in another form

-We are halfway through the episode I guess it’s time for the title sequence

-it is a very good title sequence

-love the colors

-Yes I’m just typing to fill the time because I’m kind of confused as to why this wasn’t earlier

-Nice music too

-OH THAT IS THE SINGLE BEST WAY TO DO A PREVIOUSLY ON RECAP. Just fast forwarding through everything that happened is really all I needed and it doesn’t take away from the story at all. I am very excited about this

-good dog and cat actors. 10/10 would hire

-I guess they don’t explain Shadwell and Crowley’s relationship? They just meet once and you don’t tell me how he became boss of the witchfinders signing everyone’s paychecks?

-Witchfinder Sgt Pepper is my favorite character I especially loved when he told the band to play

-RP TYLER! I suppose I should never be that excited about RP Tyler. I just get excited every time I recognize something in this. Which is pretty darn often

-(okay I’m going to go change my laundry)

-You know when you’re just a Person of Interest

-“Pip pip” *shadwell sighs and shakes his head*

-I’ve seen Famine for less than thirty seconds but I love his casting

-“There’s people in Tibet watching everything we do through hidden tunnels.” That sure got mr young’s attention now he’s on edge thinking of all those Tibetans

-Awww they’re friends

-I’ll tell y’all why this isn’t queerbaiting and you can get mad at me if you want. This entire plot is enemies-to-friends. They are both extremely dramatic about their friendship which leads to storming off in a huff and sobbing because for someone’s sake they hate each other but they love each other okay? Interpret their relationship how you want but they care about one another and it’s an inconvenience.

Alright the flashback was a fun time and set up their interactions in this episode well so I’m fine with it. It probably could have been left out and the plot wouldn’t suffer, but I’m glad it’s here. I hope the phone chase scenes stay in one of these next few episodes because that is one of my favorite scenes. Perhaps with less maggots this time. Or more. Either way I’m excited. I’m also glad that I’m pacing these episodes out and not trying to watch them all at once because I may do that for a lot of media but this does not benefit to being “binged” as the kids say.

[mrs-mikko-rantanen]

Stop Treating Me Like This

(Loooook! Semi canon writing!!!! May not end up in the final draft but enjoy!!)

Context: By order of the King, the crew of the Archangel have been scattered through the Keridwen countryside, for their own protection. Avanda has been places in the care of the one family that he trusts: the MacClydes. For the most part, the family has taken it well. Ewan, with his own demons, is a little more stressed than he should be.

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Avanda sighed happily as she and Carrick walked back through the woods towards the boy's home. She grinned down at him and ruffled his hair.

"Thanks Carrick. I needed to get out of that house. I was starting to go crazy."

Carrick smiled and nodded back. "Ewan can get like that. He just takes his work very seriously."

"As he should. He has a responsibility, and he's holding to it. I just wish he'd give me some room to breathe."

They stepped up to the door, and just as they were about to open it, Adair flung it open.

"Car, take Paddy to the market. I don't care if you trade anything, just go." He glanced up at Avanda as he pushed the boys out. "He woke up. I know he would never hurt them, but yelling makes Peadair nervous."

Avanda furrowed her brow and pushed past Adair, storming through the house. In her anger, she was barely able to stop in time before smashing into Ewan.

The poor young man was a mess.

His eyes were wild with a mildly panicked look, mixed with some rage. His hair stood in all directions, after having slept for the better part of the day. His sword belt was slung haphazardly over his shoulder, and he was trying desperately to shove his left foot into his right boot. As Avanda rounded the corner, standing with her hands on her hips, he straightened up as well, the panic in his eyes dwindling a little.

"M'lady." His teeth ground a little, "Where have you been?"

Avanda shrugged. "I went out for a bit. I was tired of being placed ubder house arrest, so I went and got some fresh air."

Ewan dropped his boots. "Alone? M'lady, do you have any idea how much danger that put you in? What if someone had seen you? What if an animal had attacked you? What if--"

"I wasn't alone, MacClyde." Avanda cut him off. "Besides, anyone who had seen me wouldn't have recognized me, and I know how to steer clear of animals. I hardly think picking flowers puts me in too much danger." She brandished the bundle of herbs that she had collected at him, and he leaned back a little.

"But-you're-I'm- I'm supposed to--" he grumbled as his brain scrambled to find the right words. Avanda raised an eyebrow at him as she crossed her arms and let him think. Finally he sighed.

"I know it isnt easy, M'lady. But you are the princess. You were lost for so long, and now it's my duty to make sure that doesn't happen again. I know this house isn't much, but you have to stay here. I can keep you safe here."

Avanda had to fight not to roll her eyes. "I'm not the princess. At least, not the one you keep expecting me to be." Ewan frowned and she went on. "You keep acting like your home is too small, or too simple and plain. You keep acting like I need every possible need fufilled before I even ask for it."

She softened a little. "I may have been born a princess, but that isn't how I was raised. I didn't have my own room until last year; I slept in barracks with a hundred other girls. And when we were assigned to the Archangel? I still had to share a room with Carina, but At least we had room to move around and store things. And I had to fight to make it into the medical program. I may be your 'princess,' but I was raised a soldier. I can take care if myself."

Ewan's shoulders dropped a a little. "I'm sorry, M'lady."

Avanda could tell that he was hurt and winced a little. "It's fine. We just need to set some new boundaries, ok?"

"Yes M'lady."

"First things first, drop the formality. We're both soldiers, and as far as I'm concerned, equals."

"Yes M'la-" he stopped. "With time, lass."

Avanda smiled. "That's a good start."

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[marcoacesabo]

You wrote a...love potion au where ace likes a sparkly thing? Can we see a part two/an embarrassed realizing what he's done/what he did ubder the spell?

Ace woke with pounding headache.

He ground squeezing his eyes shut to try to fight the pain away. Sadly it didn’t help the feeling of having his head squish from the sides even if it did cut off that awful bright light.

Who the fuck turned on the sun anyway?

 His stomach rolled uncomfortably even though he was currently very comfortable under the blankets and didn’t really want to move.

 His mouth was uncomfortably dry to boot.

All in all, he thinks he woke up with a hangover and really he was not looking forward to seeing where his low alcohol tolerance leads him to this time. 

“Oh, I think he’s up.” Someone tried to whisper but it sounded like the words caused gongs to go off in his head. Fuck. Why was that person so loud?

“Don’t get too close- he’ll try kissing you again yoi”  A lower huskier voice answered the first. Although it was pleasant to hear his head couldn’t handle all the noise.

“Marco…please stop talking so loud.” Ace moaned in dismay. who else used that verbal tick if not the blond? At least this way Ace knew nothing bad had happened last night. Marco always made sure his friends were safe when that got too tipsy.

A hand settled in his hair, gently massaging his scape. The freckled man sighed, enjoying the feeling of whoever it was. They knew what they were doing. He felt fingers gently turned his face upwards and he followed the silent command willingly.

A wet cloth was gently placed on his forehead. Ace practically melted. “Thank you…”

“You’re welcome Ace.” The first voice- Sabo? Yeah, that’s Sabo- whispered back. “I brought you some of Koala’s best hangover soup- menudo. Would you like to try some?” 

“Menudo?” His mouth watered. He hadn’t had that since Sabo’s last birthday party. It was heaven’s meal. “Oh fuck, yes please.” 

Sabo chuckled, hoisting him up. Ace realized he would have to open his eyes, which sucked but in the name of tasty food he would suffer through it. The light that tried to blind him attacked as soon as he cracked open an eyelid. He groans in pain, blinking rapidly.

Marco chuckled before, pushing on his shoulder. Ace’s vision cleared just in time to make out the grinning blond before him and the pillow he held. The First commander quickly slipped it behind his back and Ace knew he build him a stack to lean on against.

 A tray was placed across his lap as he leaned back into the pillow stack. He smiles as the scent of spice hit his nose. Picking up the spoon, he took one big slurp of sighing as the hot liquid went down his throat.  “Your the best Sabo.”

The blonds stiffen giving each other unease looks before Sabo gave him a strained smile. He patted Ace on the head, mumbling about being a good boy. Marco reached out to caress his cheek saying the same thing.

 Ace wasn’t sure what he said that caused them to behave like that but he blushes anyway. He opens his mouth to ask but Sabo quickly spoon feeds him some of the meat and corn. He had no choice but to eat as the other rapidly replaces each bite with more.

“Are… how do I look today?” Marco asks a few minutes later when the soup is gone. Ace gives him a questioning look, drinking some of his water. He never took the other for being self-conscious of his appearance. 

Then again one can never judge a book by its cover. Swallowing he smiled at the other with what he hoped was a convincing smile.

“You look great man. Super great. Sexiest thing around” Thatch always said that when Izo asked. If it worked to make Izo feel good it should work for Marco.

Marco frown. “He’s still under yoi.”

Sabo let out a big sigh. It was hard to tell if it beacuse he was relief or being put out. “Now we have to cuddle him. Ace come here.”

“wha-?”  Suddenly his face was pressed into a very muscular chest and the scent of various berries assaulted him. His hair was being petted again but this time Marco’s hands joined in. 

“Well, we can always wait until tomorrow. Izo said it would wear off soon. At least he isn’t calling us pet names yoi.”

“Or painting pictures of us everywhere.” Sabo snorted nodding his chin to a far wall. Ace turned his head so he could peek at it. Drawings upon drawings were pin up all varying of the two blonds in different positions. Did he really draw those while drunk?!

“Ace? Are you okay?” Sabo mumbled patting his back- was he a fucking child?! 

“Don’t bother Sabo, he’s too far gone now,” Marco answered for him. “It’s been more than fifteen minutes since he woke. By now he probably thinks were gods of love come to whisk him away or something yoi.”

He what!? The hell did he get that idea from!?

“ To be fair I felt very attractive for that one comment.” Sabo chuckles. He pulls Ace face back, squeezing his cheeks between his hands. “You won’t remember this but I love you pretty eyes too. Yes, I do. you’re so pretty. yes, you are. Yes, you are.”

He rubbed his nose against Ace’s, smiling softly. Suddenly the raven-haired man knew why babies cried when you got too close using that baby voice. It’s fucking creepy!

“Sabo What the hell!?” He jerked back much to the shock of the others. 

“Oh…he’s cured,” Marco mumbled. “Perfect. Alright, Ace let’s have a talk about your licking problem and why you shouldn’t lick a love potion. Let me give you a list of things you’ve done for the past five days” 

Ace was mortified to find out he ran around telling anyone who cared to listen that Marco and Sabo were his suns and reason to live. Also apparently he really liked Eskimo kisses and since the potion made him feel physical pain when the other two didn’t go along his whims, Sabo gave him one every hour.

Why the hell didn’t they just kill him instead?