#neil approved

[sing-you-fools]

thinking about Good Omens 2. and stories, and the shape of them, and Terry Pratchett and his themes. and something clicked.

Aziraphale is cackling.

it's not just the ball. he spends the entire season trying to force the story into a shape it's not, and everyone suffers for it.

i've seen some less than charitable takes on Crowley's actions and they all ignore how much Crowley did try to talk to Aziraphale, did try to ask Aziraphale questions, did try to help, only to be ignored or brushed off. because his questions, his offers, they didn’t fit with the story Aziraphale was telling himself.

quiet, gentle, and romantic. it was, if you're our favorite Angel - right up until the end, at least. because he decided that's the story he was in. from the very beginning, he's off in la-la land, living out this romcom with a cute little mystery wrapped up in it, completely ignoring what's actually going on around him. i'll set Nina and Maggie up! (completely ignoring that Nina tells him she has a partner, and at that point, he has no reason to think she's anything less than happy.) i'll take ~our~ car to go do investigate this silly little mystery (he's not taking it even a little bit seriously!) while you stay here and run the bookshop and it will be so quaint and domestic! soon we'll dance and confess our feelings that we obviously share because we're already so clearly a couple we just need to finally say it!

Crowley knows the entire time that they're in a horror story but Aziraphale ignores every attempt he makes to point that out because it doesn't fit the story he decided he's in the middle of.

he brushes off Crowley's concerns and questions - his QUESTIONS! - like they're nothing. he doesn't want to see it, so he doesn't. and Crowley should have told him more?

why would he?

when you are CLEARLY in distress and it's being BLATANTLY AND WILLFULLY IGNORED, what the fuck are you supposed to do? "Crowley didn't comminicate" well okay if I were having a panic attack about something and my husband completely ignored it, chattering on about our dinner plans or whatever, that wouldn’t exactly make me want to open up about what was wrong! that would send the very fucking clear signal that he didn't want to know!

words aren't the only way we communicate and Crowley's body language, the entire season, is that of someone who is living in a horror story, knows he's living in a horror story, and is fucking terrified. if Aziraphale were paying any attention to Crowley instead of focusing all his energy trying to set things up just so for the big climax of his love story, he would know something major was wrong.

why would Crowley have told him how cruel Gabriel was about the execution when Aziraphale's already so thoroughly convinced that heaven is pure and good and has shown over and over through the millennia that he's not really open to considering that it can be cruel!

just look at them at the dance. Crowley freaking out because there's a horde of demons out there and Aziraphale giggling as they go to dance. that's the whole season!

you know who Crowley reminds me of this season?

he's watching helplessly and with increasing levels of distress as Aziraphale shoves every plot point into the romcom hole even though it's obviously not remotely romcom shaped! and i'm sick of people saying he was abusive because he raises his voice about it a few times!

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teaching your boy best friend how to throw a punch 💥🥊😳

[fellshish]

People will rec me tv shows to watch and i will say sure i will put it on my list! Meanwhile my list looks like this:

[stick-ball]

Happy Women's Day to all who celebrate

[l-mialamia-l]

When I was in middle school my friend randomly said “I don’t know why people get scared when I tell them that my mom taught me 9 ways to kill someone with one finger”

Anyway imagine Neil saying that to the Foxes

[novelist-becca]

The idea that Neil Newbon based his performance of Astarion off a stray cat is so adorable and funny to me. And it explains so much.

[dozodraws]

Hate to break it to ya'll but

Astarion is pansexual.

COPE

[ineffable-baker-street]

crowley turning his applause towards aziraphale after he lied to the other angels and giving him that smirk/nod/eyebrow raise of approval that conveys ten million words lives inside my head rent free

[shadow0-1]

Aggressive reminder

[the-ineffable-cross]

I've finished NAPLAN forever and I'm so happy so take a Good Omens thought:

Hell definitely accredited NAPLAN to Crowley, and he just sat there like "Thanks, man"

They gave him a commendation and everything cause it just fucking sucks that much, and Crowley isn't gonna say that it was the humans who invented it cause extra brownie points, y'know?

(They also think he invented Australia)

[cfcreative]

Other random thoughts for the day:

I 100% think Neil Newbon had all the Astarion artists in the back of his mind when he picked his BAFTA outfit.

Honestly, though, I gotta hand it to him, he served, he slayed, he made a massive impression in a place where most of the masc outfits were B&W suits you could not distinguish from one another at a glance.

[arc0n]

Watching dead poets high is a whole different experience

[jongwoosbraceletofteeth]

Fanfic authors, cosplayers, au creators, fan artists, theorists, and people with immense brain rot. All of you people who have somehow, somewhere, predicted something that exactly proceeded to happen in the s2 trailer, how does it feel to be a psychic and officially special.

[sagethegremlin]

@shadow-von-vamp :3

[stick-ball]

My design for the second volume of AFTG cover ❤️

[deelebee]

A bit late but WOOHOO WIP WEDNESDAY: Kevin POV edition

Kevin knew off-handedly that Andrew’s memory was insanely accurate, but he didn’t think his brain retained information eidetically like this. It was a truth, something Neil and Andrew had a game going about, but it was also a giveaway. Andrew was in, he was playing the game, and Kevin felt a rush of elation only matched by the memory of Neil’s lips on his.

It seemed that Neil was having this same realization, because he looked at Kevin, then Wymack, then back to Andrew. “How tall is Lakes?”

A fifth-year striker. Five foot eight or nine if Kevin remembered correctly. Andrew shot Neil a bored look. “Look it up.”

“Humor me just this once,” Neil replied, and Andrew began turning away, but Neil hooked his fingers in Andrew’s racquet like Kevin had done to Neil’s at the beginning of the summer and tugged. “How tall is he?”

“Five-six?” Matt guessed.

“Five-eight,” Andrew corrected, and Kevin silently sucked in a breath.

Neil let go of Andrew’s racquet and held onto his own, looking every inch a professional exy striker with the determination of a drowning man fighting the waves. “We’re going to win.”

“You were expecting us to lose?” Dan asked.

“No,” Neil admitted, and grinned, and Kevin knew a shark when he saw one, and he could see Andrew’s gaze on Neil’s twisted smile out of the corner of his eye, and they were both so fucked for this boy, weren’t they?

Then the smile was hidden with Neil’s gloved hand against his mouth, like he could tell he was smiling and hated it, and the moment was gone.