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rainydaydreamsideblog · 5 months ago

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(The Maze Runner) You Get A Minor Injury

What Thomas, Newt, Minho, and Gally are like when reader gets a minor injury, pre-relationship and also during.

Warnings: Injuries, mentions of blood, scratches, scrapes, fluff.

Author’s Note: In my fics/imagines/headcanons, Gladers are aged up, and also movie version.

Thomas:

"Ouch!"

Thomas immediately looks up from his task at the sound of your pained wince. The two of you had spent the afternoon clearing a section to make way for a new garden. In the final stretch of the project, the garden tool in your hand slipped and scraped your other arm.

You lift your arm to check out the damage, and Thomas is making his way over toward you before you could insist it was nothing. He isn't in a panic, but the concern's evident in his expression as he crouches down beside you, carefully taking your arm in his hands to inspect it. He concludes that it's nothing serious, and his gaze travels back up to meet yours, suggesting that you pay the medjacks a visit. He lets it go if you insist you're alright and don't need to get checked out. He keeps an eye on you, though, to make sure it doesn't get worse.

If you're in an established relationship, Thomas feels free to be a bit more open about his concern. If you didn't wish to stop work and go to the medjack hut with him, then at the very least, he's getting the supplies and bandaging you up himself. He'll pull you into a hug when it's taken care of, letting you know he just wants you to be alright even when it comes to the little things.

Newt:

You're standing a little ways away from your crew, taking a break from your hard work after a spectacular fall, when Newt approaches you.

He must have been making his rounds as second-in-command, checking the progress of each group of Gladers.

Newt seems puzzled at first as to why you've paused your work- Not suspicious, as he knows you do your part. When he notices the tiny red scrape on your chin, his curiosity turns to concern as he leans in to get a closer look. You glance down sheepishly at your palms, both a tad scraped up as well.

"You just missed it," you laugh it off, though internally you're extremely glad he did indeed miss it. One misstep had all but wrecked you, and the last thing you'd want was this handsome Glader in particular to witness it.

"Are you alright?" He lifts a hand to gently tilt your chin up to inspect the wound. He definitely pulls you away from the job to escort you to the medjack hut and won't hear any "but"s or protests of any kind on your part.

In a relationship, Newt feels more inclined to take the task of tending to your injury himself. He'd rather be the one to enter your space, dab at the little scrape on your chin with a clean cloth, and bandage your hands. You can expect a tender kiss on your forehead when he's all done.

Minho:

You wince, kneeling down to take a look at the wound. You can hear Minho's steps slow to a stop ahead of you before he swings back around to see what was the matter.

An unfortunate misstep during your routine run through the maze left you with a scratch on your knee. It's red, and there is just a bit of blood beading in certain spots where the scratch went a little deeper.

"Oh shuck," he murmurs, crouching. "You okay?"

"Yeah, it was my own fault," you replied.

"You're getting that checked out when we get back." It wasn't a question.

And you do. He's glancing over his shoulder at you the whole way back, and then he walks you to the medjack hut to ask for Clint or Jeff.

In the context of a relationship, Minho is more transparent with his concern. He's a bit more in your space, in a gentle way, inspecting the injury more closely and asking you more than once if you're alright. He's good at remaining calm. He's just focused on getting you the care you need. You can expect him to be a bit fussy after you're all bandaged up, insisting you take a break from running for a while.

Gally:

You had a slip-up with one of your tools, and you're trying to hide the evidence. You were not in the mood to draw the attention of the Keeper of the Builders with a minor mistake that you thought might make you look silly to him.

To your embarrassment, he happens to be walking by when you wince, shaking your hand to fan the slice on your finger. He stops immediately and approaches, and you quickly protest that it's nothing.

"Let me see."

You sigh and hold out your hand, gauging his reaction as he leans forward to take a look.

His lips pressed firmly together, brows furrowed in concern.

"Take five, Greenie," he tells you, nodding in the direction of the medjack hut. "Get yourself bandaged up."

If you do voice any other protests, the raise of his brow tell you they're futile.

In a relationship, Gally is less reserved about his worry. He knows things happen on the job. He can't exactly blame you. Sure, he'll scold any one of his guys if they were being a shank and got hurt doing something obviously dangerous, but for the average cut and scrape, he is actually pretty understanding. He'll still tell you to be careful while he inspects the injury more closely, but it's not from a place of frustration at you. It's his protective nature, and he just wishes he could protect you from even the little things.

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bookskiver · 8 months ago

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The maze drummer

That’s it! He’s starting a band dirtbag newt

#yes yes indeed #we love fanart #tmr newt #tmr fandom

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bittersweetty · 9 months ago

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Bless The October ᥫ᭡。

We are very blessed with Luke's sudden treat on October 3rd when he posted two stories in less than 24 hours. And while he was active, the significant other was rather quiet as if they're playing a game 🤫 (because whenever one upload about bton related thing, the other one is always silent and vice versa). Okay but then, the next day she surprised us with a lovely cutesy picture on a flight that I believe, had us all screaming, crying, throwing up, and kicking our feet ><

Let's break it down!!!

Nic posted a story of her picture on a flight drinking champagne and thanking Aer Lingus for bringing her on a long-awaited holiday. From the interior and seat, she was flying with Aer Lingus Business Class.

Aer Lingus Business Class Routes in the picture below. (They depart only from Dublin Airport, Shannon Airport, and also Manchester Airport). My take: She didn't fly home to Ireland using Aer Lingus Business Class. And according to her upcoming schedule, the narrative that she flew to New York seems more plausible. But it's not from Heathrow Airport!!

Connecting Luke's story and Nic's story metadata. They flew on the same day. From the information above, we know that Nic went on a long-haul flight, but we don't know about Luke.

Let's look back at his story on the October 4th. Luke's luggage picture was taken in British Airways Galleries First Lounge, Heathrow T5 South. This lounge is accessible to: a) First-class passengers b) Gold members of the British Airways executive club c) Oneworld emerald members. So, he doesn't necessarily have to fly first class and he could take any cabin class and enjoy the lounge as long as he's part of point b or c.

People speculated that he could fly to Larnaca, Cyprus because A uploaded a picture from Marina Breeze, Limassol. So, I checked the flight to Larnaca on Oct 4th morning but the time wasn't timing, and here's the reason why :

Some people also speculated that Luke and Nic flew to JFK from LHR together using Aer Lingus. I found out that it was not a possibility, because Nic was using Aer Lingus Business Class which only departs from Dublin/Sharron/Manchester. Aer Lingus 8817 indeed flew from Heathrow -> JFK BUT that flight was operated as British Airways 117.

YES, I'm a firm believer that they flew together hence the teasing within a day difference and flying at the same time. And also the hand gate picture uploaded by her stylist. It was definitely Lukey Newts' hands! The only possible scenario that aligns with my theory is Nic and Luke flew together and they were connecting through Dublin to one of Aer Lingus' long-haul destinations in North America. Since Luke was at Galleries First Lounge BA, T5, LHR around 06.26 am, they could take this flight : BA | LHR -> DUB | BA828 | departed at 08.44 - 09.37 then switched to Aer | DUB -> JFK | EIN105 | departed 11.33, arrived at 18.49 (dublin time) and 13.49 (NY time) THIS WOULD EXPLAIN why was her story picture taken at 16.27 pm (London time) but appeared very bright outside. Because it's around noon time in the United States!!!

As I'm typing this post, we got another sighting of Nic with her bestie Jake Dunn and also at A24’s screening of Nicole Kidman’s “Babygirl” and apparently they also watched SNL together. Good for them and glad they were having fun (as they should!!). p.s. Jake is not only Nic's best friend, but he is a professional actor first and foremost (and also a producer) like Nic who attended a filming screening and could have used this opportunity to network. It's not a pure holiday if you're still attending events here and there. I beg people to respect Jake and not assume that he's just tagging Nic along when he works in the same industry as her.

Did my belief change that she went with Luke? NO 😊😊😊 I believe Luke was busy auditioning or doing something for an upcoming project. Until it's proven wrong that Luke was somewhere else, this is where I stand (⸝⸝> ᴗ•⸝⸝)

And I'm still standing firm and tall believing that Jake is nothing but a very dear gay friend of hers. Yes, I'm assuming his sexuality based on his social interactions and all of the proof shown by @fiamat12 in her amazing blog, as well as some people assuming he's straight just because he was papped hanging out with Nic and the gang for few times. We are all assuming and speculating anyway. Showing support is okay but coming at them and harassing them is never okay. Never okay to JD as well as to A.

P.S. Big thanks to @ladytumbledown who's very kind and patient responding to my messages and discussing this flight saga with me. It was much easier and fun when you've got someone working with you :)

#lukola #luke newton #nicola coughlan #polin #bridgerton #nicluke

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fiamat12 · 28 days ago

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Re: Likes and Luke's head!

A few things: I'm getting your Asks about likes on A's post (i.e. from Mama Newts) disappearing and about L's head in the crowd at N's events and I hear you! The 1st thing was debunked long ago and the 2nd I find improbable/ irrelevant. Do let me explain...

1) The Likes disappearing from A's post(s)

• I wish it were an indicator of someone like Mama Newts liking it for show then taking the like away lol but the friends & fam likes we've seen on A's post are likely staying. They do get pushed down (and therefore appear to disappear), if they aren't in the last 100 likes on the post, viewing it from the app. Indeed, on the mobile app, you can’t see all likes, only the last 100; apparently you can see them all on a computer but few people are using a desktop for IG.

• What IS significant is N not liking A's post and L's very very late like (will address in another post)

2) Locating L's head in a crowd at N's events like Where's Waldo? 😏

• I don't think L would be so careless as to appear in the GA crowd front & center unless it's intentional (and I think it would only be intentional as a launch). There are back rooms where he can congregate and side stages from which he can view an event.

Quick anecdote: I dated a drummer in a jam band for years and I hardly ever watched him play from the GA unless I had friends w/ me who wanted to venture out into the crowd.

• Even at screenings we *think* he may have attended, there was likely a decoy situation or he made sure to be out camera sight lines - i.e. SNL Long Legs decoy, Glamour back of venue, Big Boys decoy/ out of sight lines.

• L doesn't need to watch every appearance N makes. She appears alot and repeats alot of the same talking points. He's probably heard her rehearse her speeches at home. 🤭 Plus sometimes he may skip the event if he's working or busy.

• If Sorrento was any indication, L may choose to stay off site, esp. if BN is along for the ride. SHFH is vast so they could easily have been in a remote cabin and only appeared in the main spaces for closed, celeb events. And the Schull hotel in Cork is a beaute but only has 30 rooms; instead of wandering around a small venue decoyless, accomodations off the beaten path may be preferred - then again, if there are private entrances/ elevators nothing is off limits.

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• Again, if L feels compelled to watch or participate in an event, there are back rooms, side stages and VIP sections. Look at the 1975 & Beyonce concerts - he wasn't even famous famous yet and he was in private sections/ boxes.

• Lastly and most importantly, the Easter eggs were cute in the beginning when we were building toward a launch. Everything has become so convoluted now, and so much time has passed that if it's not a clear, I don't want it. I don't want a loose connection, a reflection in an inanimate object, or such a vague clue that the Lukola FBI has to intervene...

Discord comment of the weekend ⬇️

#if it's not a launch I don’t want it #i'll take it soft or hard #lukola in #adjacents out #all in time time will reveal #literally mom and dad

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aesopsharpmybeloved · 3 months ago

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Sharp March 2025 - 25. Amortentia

Aesop Sharp teaches the lesson on the strongest Love Potion known to wizardkind.

After yesterday's sadness, I decided to have this fun full of longing and gently torturing Aesop. What fun! 🤣

25. Amortentia (1.8k)

This lesson wasn’t a good idea…

That is, Aesop knew that he couldn’t quite just skip over this particular lesson, it was, after all, a part of the seventh years’ NEWT class curriculum, and while brewing and using a potion such as Amortentia was dubious at best and criminal at worst, it was his firm belief that the students should, at the very least, know how to recognise it and how to remove its effects should they ever encounter someone on whom this potion was used.

Still, every single year he taught this particular lesson, he made sure to keep his eyes peeled for any potential troublemaker who might try to pinch a vial of the finished potion, for whatever reason - he really didn’t need even more work on his hands, and brewing a antidote for this potion was more work indeed, as the students would find out the very next lesson as well.

Besides, it could be plain dangerous as well. He heard stories of people under the influence of this particular love potion becoming so lovesick, they turned violent against those who tried to keep them away from the object of their obsession. There were even cases of people dying, because in an attempt to get to their target, they put themselves into a dangerous situation. A particularly grisly case was that of a wizard from London, who, as a way to locate the person the potion made him believe he loved, climbed atop a balcony of a tall building. And then, once he saw them, he just… he just jumped.

Aesop cringed - that was before his time as an Auror, but from what he heard, it was not pretty. To cover it up wasn’t that much of a problem, he heard, as the Muggles who witnessed it (as well as the Bobbies who were called there) wrote it off as a suicide. Not the Aurors - they saw it as murder, seeing as the man would have never taken his own life had it not been for the potion. Apparently, the Daily Prophet spoke of little else than the dangers of Love Potions for weeks following the nasty incident.

Therefore, he felt it was his duty as not only a teacher, but also as a former Auror, to instill into the students just how dangerous love potions can be, and Amortentia most of all.

What never crossed his mind, however, at least until he was face-to-face with the situation, was the fact that he’d suddenly be surrounded by the smell of what he found the most attractive. And, well, any other year before it wouldn’t have exactly been a problem - yes, it could be slightly distracting, but he was old and experienced enough to be able to mostly ignore the incredible blend of smells.

Well, not this year.

He, of course, brewed a batch of the potion in advance, just to be able to show the students how a correctly brewed Amortentia looked, and how different its smell could be for every individual. The brewing itself went without a hitch, obviously, but once Aesop bent over his cauldron for the last time for one final stir, he very nearly froze in place.

Frankly, he should have expected it. Should have, but didn’t, and that was on him. For whatever reason, he presumed the potion would smell to him like it always did - this sort of pleasant light soapy smell, like freshly washed laundry that’s been left outside to dry in the warm summer sun, coupled with the scent of good quality drawing paper, and the smell of earth after a rain. He had been mistaken.

Because the moment he bent over the cauldron, the smell that hit his nose was one he couldn’t fully take apart and explain, but he very much knew where he knew the smell from.

It was her. Of bloody course it was.

There was something floral, though he couldn’t identify which flower gave off such a scent, floral and powdery, and there was a hint of something wild and sweet in the undertone of it, kind of like sour cherries. He breathed in deeply, his eyes closing subconsciously. It was only when a particularly large bubble burst upon the potion’s surface did he remember himself, and stirred the mixture before turning off the burner below his cauldron.

Bloody hell.

He knew that smell, and he knew it well. He encountered it in both his waking moments and in his dreams, and it drove him absolutely mad.

He allowed himself to close his eyes once more and again inhale the vapours from the potion deeply. And, at that moment, it was almost as if she herself stood there, right before him, her and her irresistibly addictive smell, and he was getting completely high on it. Oftentimes he only caught a whiff of it, when he walked by her, or stood next to her to see her progress in class. Sometimes, he was able to indulge in it for a little longer, like when she had tea with him in his chambers, their armchairs close to one another, so that they were able to talk quietly. Sometimes the smell lingered, and it drove Aesop to fantasies about her still being there with him, rather than heading to sleep in her dormitory.

Now, however, the smell was stronger than he ever had the chance to smell it, and it was, frankly, turning his conscious brain into utter mush. It was like she stood very, very close to him, closer than ever. In fact, it was like she was standing so close, not a leaf of paper would fit between the flush press of their bodies against one another, so close, Aesop could almost feel the softness and the warmth of the delicate skin of her neck, where he’d buried his face, like he was a man starved and only her sweet smell could sustain him.

He could very nearly feel the phantom of her fingers in his hair, could feel his own hands closing tightly around her hips, attempting to pull her closer and closer.

Aesop opened his eyes.

Merlin’s bloody beard…

Sweat appeared at his brow, and his breathing was nearly laboured. He was leaning over the cauldron as if he truly was embracing the object of his admiration and affection just now, and yes indeed, he did feel a little confused as to how was she not there…

Shaking his head, he stepped away from the cauldron, though his legs felt like they were made of lead, and he immediately missed the scent that filled his nose so beautifully just moments prior. He put the cauldron under a stasis spell, to keep the smell contained until the potion was needed for the actual lesson, and used his wand to clear the air in the Dungeons of any remains of the potion’s vapours. Slowly, he hobbled to his desk and sat upon his chair rather heavily. Blindly, he reached into his robes for a vial of Wiggenweld potion, which he uncorked and drank its contents in a single swallow.

It was going to be an interesting lesson indeed, Aesop presumed.

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He had not been wrong in his original assessment. The part of the lesson in which explained the origins, effects and dangers of the Amortentia potion went by alright. Aesop kept his distance from the cauldron, just to be able to clearly see everyone and insure nobody secretly took any of it. That’s what he told himself, at least, in reality, he was really steeling himself for soon having the entire room filled with the smell of the young Ravenclaw.

Speaking of her, he chanced a quick look at her, and it almost made him stutter in his speech - she was looking at the cauldron, ever so slightly leaning closer to it, her eyes half-lidded, and a faint blush colouring her cheeks.

He wondered what it was that she smelled, what scent it was that was alluring her like so…

The potions master cleared his throat: “You will find the instructions on the blackboard, additional information about the ingredients' preparation process can be found in your books, provided all of you actually brought them with you this time.” And with that, he turned around and went to sit down.

Soon, the room was filled with sounds of daggers clicking against cutting boards, book pages being turned, the instructions being copied from the blackboard, and ingredients being prepared. He watched the seventh years in near silence, for once having no essays or pop-quizzes to grade, which he was rather glad for - he presumed he soon wouldn’t be able to focus on any sort of grading anyway.

And he was correct - as the lesson progressed, he forced himself into a standing position, and made a little lap around the classroom, peeking at the students’ cauldrons over their shoulder, occasionally making small comments and recommendations when he saw someone was a little lost. However, it would seem most of the NEWT students were being meticulous in their efforts, as the air in the room was slowly becoming sweeter for Aesop’s nose, mellower.

He made his way over to the young Ravenclaw. She was visibly focused on her work, something he always deeply appreciated about her - her work ethic could be greater than that of a Hufflepuff. He stood behind her, perhaps just a little bit closer than he stood to the other students, peeking down his nose at the contents of her cauldron. He saw her tense for a moment but then relax again, gracefully stirring her potion.

“Good colour,” he praised slowly. Then, as if on its own accord, his hand reached forward and closed around her stirrer (and partially her hand). He led her hand for a few stirs, then opened his mouth to speak again: “and the consistency appears to be fine as well.”

He had to force himself to let go of her and step back, immediately missing the warmth of her body so close to his. However, even as he stepped back, he felt that sweet scent of hers lingering, tickling his nose and making him try very hard not to breathe too, well, obviously.

“You’re doing a good job, Miss (L/N). Do keep at it,” he said finally and walked (fled) back to his desk, to rest his leg (calm down) again.

Little did he know that the young woman breathed a small sigh of relief. For even as the professor stepped away from her, the smell of him remained in the air around her. A very lovely blend of sandalwood from the cologne he wore, a hint of Firewhisky, and a mix of various herbs that he used as ingredients. She didn’t know when she started finding the smell so appealing, but once she did, she got positively high on it every time her nose caught a trace of it.

And now she was surrounded by it…

Her cheeks were flushed, her neck a bit too warm, and whenever a pair of dark eyes landed on her from across the classroom, she felt like she was in heaven, and she felt like she was in hell.

Oh, Merlin, give her strength that the lesson today won’t make her lose her mind…

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Hello! I hope you enjoyed this little story. You can check out all of my other stories over on AO3 ❤️

#aesop sharp #professor sharp #hogwarts legacy #fanfiction #aesop sharp x reader #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #fluff #sharp march 2025 #sharpmarch2025

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nomoreusername · 8 months ago

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Seriously? (Part 1)

Pairing:Minho x gender neutral reader

Summary:You would never give Minho what he wanted, even if that meant suffering a night with him.

“Ugh, are you kidding me?”You groan, watching Minho place himself on the top bed right beside your tired body.

“This bunk is mine,”He announced, a sly smirk on his face.

“I had it first. Get on the bottom,”You demand, giving him a harsh shove. He barely moved a muscle as he looked at you stone faced yet as smug as ever. Your irritation grew with each passing second, wishing nothing more than for a relaxing night's sleep.

He has always found pleasure in getting under your skin. There was something about the way you hated it that intrigued him. He wouldn't admit it, even to himself, but he also couldn't help but think it was kind of cute. He was like a kid with a crush that he didn't know how to handle. Or at this point, maybe even was. He wasn't quite sure yet.

One thing he was sure of, was that your reactions brought him a kind of happiness he couldn't explain. The fact that he knew what they would be, that they didn't change, made you safe to him.

“I’ve called top bunk,”He shrugged.

“And I’m on the top bunk. Go find somewhere else.”

“I don't want somewhere else. I want this one.”

“You only want it because it's mine,”You rightfully accused.

“No. I just like this one best.”

“They're all the same.”

“But this one is better.”

“Is not.”

“Is too-”

“Hey, both of you slim it,”Newt demanded from the bottom bunk. You both follow his order, going silent and crossing your arms over your chest. “Since you can't figure it out, you can share it,”He adds.

Your face drops in horror as you throw Minho a cold glare before going to argue.

“But I was here-”

“I don't want to hear it. It's been a long three years, and I’d like to get some sleep. Both of you go to bed,”He commanded, crawling under his blankets.

You could always move somewhere else. That would certainly fix the problem.

That would also mean giving Minho what you thought he wanted, something you’d rather get stung by a Griever than do.

“I hope you're happy with yourself,”You huffed, glaring at him before turning over to face the wall, the covers pulled up to your chin.

Oh, he was happy with himself alright. He was happy with himself indeed.

#minho x y/n #tmr minho x reader #minho x reader #minho x you #tmr minho #minho tmr #minho maze runner #maze runner minho #the maze runner #tmr #one shot #short one shot

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avelera · 5 months ago

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(Writing Meta) Syncing Opposites: The Stuff of Popular Ships

I've been thinking about some of the fandom-darling most popular ships in my orbit and noticing patterns.

For example, many popular ships tend to pair together two opposites, the Red Oni x Blue Oni, or the traditional Odd Couple pairing (often a comedy duo). Indeed, pretty much ever buddy act in media inevitably gets shipped, even if it wasn't intended, from Mulder and Scully, Kirk and Spock, to pretty much literally any cop duo.

But it's not quite as simple as setting up two people to be opposites, especially if you're a writer trying to make the ship work. To my eyes, the actual formula is this:

Character A x Character B 1) What they have in common that is central to the overarching plot (or their character's individual plot) or theme. 2) A concept that is central to them or their story in which they are polar opposites 3) Bonus points if their character or overarching plots eventually close the gap on the differences between them OR swap entirely.

The similarities and differences are not limited to one each. Let's go through some examples.

Wicked (Musical): Elphaba x Glinda

1) What they have in common: Magic. Both women are interested in improving their skills at magic, one is naturally gifted, the other wants to learn. Or, they both arguably want to be at the center of important events. These desires force them into proximity with each other. 2) Concept central to their story or themes in which they are opposite: Popularity. Elphaba is so unpopular that it's almost comical, whereas Glinda is THE popular girl. There's a song about it and everything. This concept has thematic resonance throughout the story of Wicked, which enagages with themes of popularity, personal presentation, propaganda, and societal injustice. By putting Elphaba and Glinda on either side of the concept of "popularity" we can more deeply explore these themes.

Arcane: Jayce x Viktor

1 ) What they have in common: Science. Science brings these two together into the story and they share the same level of obsession with it. It drives their desires in the world.

2) Concept central to their story or themes in which they are opposites: Physical ability, or arguably, how they are received by others. Jayce is extremely physically able and appears to be something of a generalist who is good at everything he touches. Viktor by contrast has a degenerative illness sapping his life away. He is also introverted and a specialist, more interested in deep-diving into science. He doesn't go outside his lane.

3 ) How the concept swaps: By the end of S2, however, Jayce and Viktor have swapped on who is the able-bodied one. Jayce has been horribly injured and is a ragged shadow of his once "Golden Boy" image, whereas Viktor becomes a beloved popular figure as the Commune Leader and healer of the undercity, he is fully able bodied and indeed enhanced by magic and science (we learn for the worst). This swap is central to Jayce and Viktor's themes of human imperfection being beautiful.

Pacific Rim: Newt x Hermann

1 ) What they have in common: Science (noticing a theme in the ships I like?). Both Newt and Hermann are obsessed with science and, on a more nuanced level, science as a way of saving the world.

2 ) Concept central to their story or themes in which they are opposites: their approach to science. Newt is chaotic and free-spirited, Hermann is methodical and buttoned up in a classic "Odd Couple" pairing.

3) But, by the end, they learn to overcome their differences and, indeed, by the second film they've even swapped places apparently on who is the chaotic one and who is the "buttoned up" one.

The Sandman: Dream x Hob

1 ) What they have in common: Immortality. They visit each other periodically every century in order to talk about Hob's life.

2 ) Concept central to their story or themes in which they are opposites: Approach to life and/or power. Dream is at least passively suicidal at the point he meets Hob whereas Hob wants to live forever. Also, Dream is extremely powerful as a god whereas Hob is just a human being, though he has moments where he has more or less power as a person. While these two never swap in their desire to live, the desire to live is central to their interplay with one another, which allows them to explore the deeper themes of the story of what does it mean to live forever, whether you want to or not.

Eh, I could go on but I'd be more interested to see how others apply this to their ships and to hear from others.

#writing #maggie rambles #newmann #gelphie #jayvik #dreamling

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rainydaydreamsideblog · 4 months ago

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(The Maze Runner) Arguments With Him

Author’s Note: In my fics/imagines/headcanons, Gladers are aged up, and also movie version.

Warnings: Mentions of anger, arguments, conflict.

Thomas:

To him, a little heated argument every now and then is not the end of the world. He's used to communicating a bit loudly at times with others in the Glade, though he doesn't do so unless provoked. Thomas prefers to have everything out in the open. He'd rather you speak your mind than contain anything, even if it's uncomfortable.

The argument will be brief, and he does what he can to have it resolved before you both walk away. He is never too proud to apologize and make things right for any part he played, and he doesn't hold grudges. It's a clean slate with him.

Newt:

As second-in-command, he's quite used to handling disagreements. There are plenty that occur day to day in the Glade. Even so, things can be a bit different when it's with someone you're in a relationship with. He's quite patient with you, but he's only human. When he's angry, his voice is low and stern at first. He does not wish for things to escalate, but he will eventually raise his voice if the argument drags on and he feels it's not getting anywhere.

The two of you might need a bit of time to cool off, and any time you catch a glimpse of him around the Glade during that period, you can see him grumpy and a bit pouty. After being apart, even if it's only for a short time, the argument suddenly seems silly to you both, and you make your way back to each other to work things out.

Minho:

Sass master. When you two get into an argument, pettiness and clapbacks are not uncommon. He doesn't raise his voice, but it's still safe to say that verbal jabs don't really help the situation. Sometimes it ends in you two going around in circles, going down rabbit trails and debating on things that are totally unrelated to the actual conflict at hand.

He's a got a pride issue when it comes to a resolution. There are indeed times you will need to reach out first to him and reconcile, but there are also plenty of times he will be the first one to do so. He is aware that his conflict style is klunk and is working on it, and he'll apologize sincerely for it after the fact. It's not unheard of for him to make it up to you with a sweet gesture like a bouquet of Glade flowers.

Gally:

He's a Keeper, and an alpha male, and conflict with him starts out with him speaking in a firm, almost authoritative tone- like he expects you to cease and desist or "fall in line." It's truly not intended to be condescending or belittling. He thinks, if only you could see his side, you'd see that he's right.

But it still can come across the wrong way because you of course have a mind of your own and of course he's human and is not always right. Not to mention he can be a bit petty. If things get heated, he may raise his voice a bit, his frustration evident, but he won't lose his temper with you. If you aren't getting anywhere, he might just throw his hands up and insist he's too busy to continue the conversation at the moment, but really, the two of you just need some time to think things over.

He'll approach you later, and despite being a notorious tough guy, he will be the first to utter a gentle and sincere, "I'm sorry" to you.

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the-fiction-witch · 5 months ago

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She's Mad At Me

Media - The Maze Runner Series Characters - Newt Couples - Newt X Reader Reader - Y/n (GF) Rating - 12 Word Count - 667

Requested - yourlittlefries asked: Hii I don't know if you're accepting requests but I have one so its a maze runner fic and it's basically the reader being mad at newt (also they're in a established relationship) and she starts screaming in her native language (hungarian) and over all fluff thanks!

Newt stood resolutely, machete in hand, as he struggled to pry a stubborn tree stump from the earth on the outskirts of the garden. The midday sun hung high in the sky, beating down mercilessly, transforming the air into a thick, sweltering blanket. Sweat trickled down their foreheads and pooled at the nape of their necks, the relentless heat making their backs slick with perspiration. Nearby, Thomas lent a vague hand, occasionally pausing to wipe his brow, the two boys immersed in the arduous task of reclaiming the land from the grip of nature. Each swing of the machete sent splinters flying, and the earthy scent of damp soil filled the air, mingling with the warmth of the sun-soaked afternoon.

“So?” Thomas began,

“So what Tommy?” Newt glared,

“So what’s up with Y/n?”

“What do you mean?” Newt shrugged pretending he had no clue,

“She doesn’t exactly seem… happy.”

“Yeah, she does that.”

“Why?”

“Cause she’s a girl?” He shrugged,

“Are girls just unhappy?”

“Sometimes.”

“But you guys are dating? Shouldn’t she be happy when she sees you?”

“Tommy…” Newt sighed as she stood up and wiped his sweat, “Girls are weird, they are crazy little emotional gremlins that can go from love, cuddles and affection to biting, screaming and planning your murder. Yes sometimes Y/n is unhappy with me, If it happens, it’ll be fine.”

“But don’t you want her to be happy?”

“Of course I want her to be happy,” Newt sighed, “She just gets like this sometimes, it’s not a bad thing for her to be unhappy Tommy. I’d rather her get mad sometimes than me toxicly positive all the time.”

“I guess…” Thomas shrugged, “So there really is no reason for it?”

“Well… the period isn’t helping,”

“Oooohhh,” he nodded, “That makes more sense,”

“Yeah, I can’t really help her other than being supportive.”

“True.” he nodded, “Girls are weird,”

“Indeed they are Tommy,” Newt agreed, “Love ‘em but they are weird.” He nodded,

“Maybe she’ll not look so mad in a day or two?”

“Maybe,” Newt Shrugged, “But… then again I did-”

“Ughhh!” Y/n yelled across the glade as she stormed out of the kitchens,

“Ohh she’s mad.” Newt nodded,

“NEWT!” She screamed as she made her way over,

“Ooooh no… she’s mad at me.” He gulped,

“Kurvára!” She yelled,

“Oooooohhh shuck she’s very mad at me,” He tried to bolt but it was too late,

She came over and grabbed Newt by his ear,

“Owww oww, Love!” He complained,

“I can’t believe you would do this! Do you have any respect for me! For my things! It’s heartless completely heartless! You are so cruel and mean to me!” she yelled,

“Love I-” He began,

“Nem hiszem el, hogy ennyire kegyetlen lennél velem, ha tudod, hogy érzek, az a tény, hogy ezt tetted, őszintén szólva szívszaggató és durva! És te is szándékosan tetted! tudtad, hogy megmentem, mert rosszul éreztem magam, de mégis megtetted! Ma este egyedül alszol a függőágyadban! és egész héten!” She yelled,

“I am sorry love, you know that right?” He cooed, “Come here,” he offered his arms,

She melted and snuggled her little head into his chest while he wrapped his arms tightly around her,

“Hey, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize until after, I am really sorry love. I promise I’ll make it up to you, Okay?” he said kissing her forehead,

“Mhm,” she nodded,

“That’s my girl, go on go lay down and rest in the medjack’s a little and I’ll be over in a bit to give you a massage on your poor tummy, okay?”

She nodded moving to her tiptoes to give his lips a little kiss, before she headed on her way,

“…What the shuck was that?” Thomas asked,

“She’s mad I ate her period chocolate.”

“Oh… To be fair I’d also be mad at you too.”

“Thanks, Tommy,” Newt rolled his eyes,

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carminegoescrazy · 7 months ago

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What if Thomas is indeed a spy sent by WCKD?

Basically Thomas is given a long-term mission as a spy to lead (some of) the Gladers to escape and find the Right Arm, thereby gaining trust and gathering intelligence. And eventually helping WCKD uproot the Right Arm and any other resistance when the time is ready.

This could be Thomas somehow fooled Ava Paige into trusting him, seizing this precious opportunity to help Newt and everyone. Or, he could be aligned with WCKD at the beginning of the mission, but changed his mind later as he spent more time with the Gladers.

Thomas has his memories intact, but he is chipped, with everything being monitored constantly. To further complicate matters, WCKD also sent Teresa to ensure that they could “keep an eye on each other”. Every step needs to be super cautious. Imagine how he walks on a fine line between providing WCKD with some intelligence to avoid suspicion, and sabotaging their plans to keep everyone safe from WCKD.

When it comes to Newt, it would be so overwhelming for Thomas, as he remembers everything, and he wants to make up for the past. Newt’s unconditional trust and protectiveness make him hurt, especially when many others remain suspicious of him.

Then comes the inevitable. As days pass, room for manoeuvre gets smaller and smaller. He needs to find a way to get rid of WCKD once and for all before running out of time. Then his cover was blown at the worst possible moment…

#I feel Thomas can find a solution fairly quick #but let’s just pretend it’s not the case for the sake of angst #newtmas #the maze runner #tmr thomas #fanfic ideas #tmr #espionage au

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qqueenofhades · 2 years ago

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Good Omens Season 2: Some Thoughts (and also Screaming)

First, /screams

Second, obligatory disclaimer that this meta contains MAJOR SPOILERS for all six episodes. If you somehow have managed to remain virginally unspoiled, look away now, scroll past, or add "good omens s2" and "good omens spoilers" to your block list, as those are the tags I have been using for all posts and reblogs.

Third, /screams more

Okay okay okay. Deep breaths.

Anyway, so, uh, how about all that, huh? First, the good thing about the tone of the season overall was that it felt considerably darker and more adult, in a good way. We didn't have the precocious kiddies, the kitsch and literally-comphet Anathema and Newt, the so-clever narration, etc. All that was gone, which makes sense when you consider that a) the end of last season saw them reboot into an entirely new universe, and b) the fact that God has gone silent is, in fact, a major plot point for the season. We don't have Her slyly telling us the story, or indeed anything, and everyone is left to make their own judgments and take their own actions. Which, obviously, gets them into a lot of trouble, especially when Metatron (the Voice of God, aka someone acting in the belief that they're speaking for God and therefore doing terrible harm) swoops in with the ultimate buzzkill at the end of episode 6. But we'll get to that.

The downside was that the main, present-day plot (hiding Gabriel in the bookshop and trying to get Nina and Maggie to fall in love) was fairly thin, felt stretched out and at times weirdly paced, and otherwise existed mostly to get us to That Ending and the setup for season 3. But the ending was so damn good (if obviously, very painful) that I can't be TOO mad, not least because we spent six episodes with them just making absolutely no pretense about the whole thing being as incredibly homosexual as possible. I'll be honest: I did not think they were going to actually, explicitly go there. Neil Gaiman has been so consistent about "your interpretations are valid and you're welcome to read it however you want, but the only canon is what's on screen," which I think is frankly a good thing (not least since the Neil GAYman Cinematic Universe is consistently very, very good to us queers), that I just... didn't quite think they'd pull the trigger. Sir Terry is dead and can't have active input, this is based on a book published 30 years ago, maybe they didn't want to make it LIKE THAT... etc. I certainly hoped, but I didn't really think they would.

Uh. Well.

As I said in my various semi-coherent liveblog posts, I honestly don't think there was a single straight person in the entire season, among both major and background characters. Aziraphale/Crowley and Maggie/Nina are the obvious paralleling couples, but Beelzebub (using "they" pronouns and addressed as "Lord" despite presenting as femme/femme-adjacent) is clearly nonbinary and therefore also queer, and the countless gay/queer side characters were just /chefs kiss. From Job's son making a sassy pass at Aziraphale, to the random Scottish goon with Grindr on his phone (which he then gives to Aziraphale, because what is subtlety), to the interracial couple with the trans spouse at the Pride and Prejudice ball, there was just a lot of casual, unremarked, non-story-critical queer representation visible at every turn. It's like the NGCU saw the bigots wailing about Sandman season 1 being extremely gay and went CHALLENGE ACCEPTED, LET'S MAKE GOOD OMENS 2 EVEN MORE GAY.

God bless.

Obviously, Jon Hamm as Amnesia!Gabriel stole the show (he was SO fucking funny) and it was also incredibly fun to watch Miranda Richardson repurposed as a scheming demon. Nina Sosanya also reappeared as Nina the coffee shop owner, which leads us into the Maggie-and-Nina subplot. They're obviously, wildly, incredibly clearly an analogue for Aziraphale and Crowley themselves, but they're also each, crucially, a mix of both. On the surface, Maggie is Aziraphale: the plump, blonde, earnest, sweet-natured one owning a slightly dated book music shop and somewhat clueless about emotional nuances, while Nina is (also on the surface) Crowley, the hard-edged dark loner who doesn't want to open herself up to people or be spotted caring. But emotionally, Maggie is Crowley: the one openly pining, clearly besotted, only wanting to hang around their crush and do whatever they can to make themselves useful, while Nina is Aziraphale. Interested but reticent, attracted but conflicted, trapped in an abusive relationship with a demanding offscreen "lover" (Lindsay/Heaven) who tries to constantly control and shame them without ever offering much, if anything in return. By the end, they bring themselves around to what Maggie/Crowley are offering, but by then, well. We've got a lot more problems on our hands.

As I also said in my earlier posts, this entire thing has always been a metaphor for religion, queerness, and what religion -- especially abusive, fundamentalist, organized religion -- does to queer people, but they really cranked the FUCK out of that metaphor this season. Aziraphale is guilt-tripped, controlled, and shamed for his attraction to Crowley at every turn. He is torn between his imagined duty to Heaven, in all its ignorant, uncaring, bureaucratic, gratuitously cruel system that he still insists on seeing the best in because he can't bear the alternative, and the chaotic and sometimes grey but genuinely more good morality that Crowley offers him. (Can I just say, we were explicitly shown that the two of them together doing "just a little miracle" are more powerful than Heaven AND Hell combined.) And at the end, he's told that the only way he can be with Crowley -- what Metatron explicitly blackmails him with -- is if they both go back to heaven, submit themselves to the cruel system again and give up everything that has made them who they are: their home in London, their human friends, their reliance on each other, their independence, their own ways of doing things. You can be queer in this (religious) framework, but only the limited, watered-down, controlled, controllable, constantly-under-supervision kind of queer, which relies on both you and your lover "converting" back to the true faith. And if you don't cooperate, they will literally kidnap you, lie to you, manipulate you, take you from your soulmate, and force you right back into doing the one thing (destroying the world) that you never, ever wanted to do in the first place, because in their minds, that is still better than this. It's for your own good.

Ouch.

And the thing is: that's why the ending a) hits so hard and b) is so fucking painful, because of course Aziraphale agrees. He has no conception of being able to defy Heaven on his own; he has always, always needed Crowley for that. In the flashbacks, when Aziraphale is faced with an order from Heaven that he desperately does not want to carry out (such as letting all Job's children get killed), he still relies completely on Crowley to "outsmart the rules" and find a better way. Crowley is A Crafty Demon; that's what he does, and so Aziraphale rationalizes it to himself that therefore that must be fine. Even in season 1, when he really didn't want the Apocalypse to happen but initially thought it was his duty as a good Heaven footsoldier, he relied on Crowley to talk him out of it and allow him to do what he really wants instead. That's their whole dynamic in a nutshell, as exemplified in that scene in episode 2, where Crowley tempts Aziraphale with the "pleasures of the flesh" while sprawled on his back in Ravish Me mode like the giant walking gay disaster that he is. (Sorry, buddy. That beard. Can't do it.) Everything that Aziraphale's existence is, that makes him who he is, that he loves and cherishes the most (in this case, food and wine) comes from Crowley. Everything else is just background noise.

Throughout the season, what we see is Aziraphale increasingly coming around to the fantasy of being with Crowley. He's coy and flirty; he talks about "our car" and expects Crowley will let him (which he does); he wants to have a Jane Austen ball and for them to dance together (oh my heart); he even thinks, at the crucial moment, that the best way for them to be together is to go back to heaven just like they were in the beginning, once more perfect angels, as if those entire six thousand years of struggle and grief and pining and separation and falling didn't happen. And Crowley -- poor, poor, brave, devoted, heartbroken Crowley -- has just heard for the first time in said six thousand years that actually telling the person you love how you feel is an option. Maggie and Nina tell them point-blank that their whole stupid plan failed because people aren't chess pieces who can be moved and automatically achieve the desired result. And of course this gobsmacks the dearest and dumbest Ineffable Husbands, because they can't conceive of anything else. People are chess pieces in the Great War of Heaven and Hell; Aziraphale and Crowley themselves are chess pieces who have been desperately trying to get out of being moved by external forces, but that doesn't change the fact that that's what they are. They don't have volition or agency aside from that which they can sneak for themselves in brief and stolen moments. That's it.

Until, well. It's not it. They discover that this whole would-be war is actually an elaborate ruse to cover up another angel-demon romance, that of Gabriel and Beelzebub. (I'll be honest, I'm 99% sure they did this storyline because they saw the fans crackshipping them, but I appreciate a fictional narrative that values and incorporates its fans' input, rather than trying to constantly "trick" or "outsmart" them or "do what they don't expect.") And Gabriel and Beelzebub get to be together, but only by leaving their world forever. They have to desert their homes, their structures, even their own identities, and never return. And Crowley and Aziraphale are so rooted in their "precious, perfect, fragile" life in their little corner of Soho, with their bookshop and their Bentley and their dining at the Ritz (which they didn't get to do in the end because METATRON /shakes fist), that that just doesn't work. Neither of them can conceive of doing that. So Aziraphale thinks "go back to heaven and try to make the terrible system do some good and take what we can in terms of being together" and Crowley just... pours out his heart. He's ready to fucking propose. He barely stops himself from saying something to the effect of "I want to spend eternity with you." He begs, he pleads with Aziraphale to go away not in the literal sense, but the emotional/metaphysical: to finally break this toxic dependence on Heaven and tell them once and for all where to stick it. And because he is desperate to make Aziraphale understand, he finally throws all caution to the winds and recklessly, desperately, adoringly kisses him, the one thing he's wanted to do for ages and...

Gets. Shot. Down.

Ugghhhhh. I'm suffering all over again. Aziraphale wants him, hungers for it, for them, and yet he's been so abused and so conditioned by Heaven (he's still blithely repeating to Crowley's face that "Hell are the bad guys!") that he just cannot accept that kind of desperate, blind, limitless, lawless affection. He even forgives Crowley for this "transgression," just to really twist the knife, and Crowley just can't take it, can't face up to how terribly this has all gone up in flames, after he went to heaven trying to find the answer for Gabriel's situation. Gabriel, who he fucking hates. Gabriel, who tried to kill the angelic being he loves (and for which Crowley has transparently never forgiven him). And yet at one pouty puppy-eyed look from Aziraphale and a warning that whoever is harboring Gabriel might be in danger, Crowley leaps headlong into the Bentley again and rushes to the rescue while "Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy" is blaring. He stoutly protects Gabriel; he does a miracle to disguise him; he lets him have hot chocolate and stay in the bookshop; he guards him from the literal demonic horde outside. All because of Aziraphale. That's it. And then, it still doesn't work. Not only that, Gabriel's absence and decision to forego Armageddon gives Heaven the one tool they finally need to take Aziraphale away from him.

I repeat: Ugghhhhhhhh.

(In a good way. Ngl, I love this angst. This is the kind of angst my brain Thrives on, the Thematic Parallel Romantic Character Arc kind. Nom nom nom. But also: AGONY.)

I also need to talk about Aziraphale driving the Bentley, aside from the obvious metaphor of him being in Crowley's home while Crowley is in his. Last season, we had the "you go too fast for me, Crowley" scene with them sitting in said Bentley, which was Aziraphale saying he's not ready for a relationship. In this season, as noted above, we see Aziraphale increasingly embracing the potential fantasy of being with Crowley. But here's the catch: when he's in the Bentley this time, driving it, setting the pace, acclimating to the idea, he's driving his own idea of what the Bentley/his relationship with Crowley is. It's not the real thing. He plays classical music; he supplies himself sweets; he turns it yellow; he drives too slow. Crowley calls him in another old-married-couple snitfit to complain that Aziraphale's messed it up, but what Aziraphale has actually messed up (or will, by the end of the season) is far more consequential than just a car. He's changed the entire shape of their relationship to the one he thinks can make it work, and it just doesn't. It has to be them -- "we could have been... Us" -- or it's not even close to the truth. It's not worth their time.

I repeat: Ouch.

Speaking of the writers validating fan theories, I know we all picked up and screamed about on Crowley's idea of Peak Romance Guaranteed To Fall In Love being sheltering from rain and gazing into each other's eyes, which confirms that that poor bastard was indeed ass-over-teakettle gone as soon as he met Aziraphale (again) in Eden. I also need to talk about the 1941 redux, because wow. This time, the danger comes from Hell, which we see being its usual self: gleefully, pointlessly cruel, pettily backbiting, dirty, sniping, tedious, endless, determined to mindlessly destroy because They're The Bad Guys and they like it. So they blackmail, spy on, miracle-block, illicitly photograph, and try to prove that Aziraphale and Crowley are secretly a couple, right after Aziraphale himself has just had the Light From Heaven realization that he's in love (which we all also picked up on in s1). They're forcibly outing them (to speak of more Religious Queer Trauma) in order to break them up/get them into trouble with their authorities/families. Aziraphale and Crowley manage to escape it mostly by dumb luck, but Crowley having an altogether freakout, hands shaking, barely able to actually point the gun at Aziraphale even in the knowledge that it's supposed to be fake, is just... wow. He can't even fathom the idea of ever trying to destroy him in earnest, especially when he knows on some level that Aziraphale also finally just realized his own feelings. So I just need to --

/screams

Anyway, Aziraphale's entire arc this season is doing what he thinks is the right thing and then inadvertently causing harm and damage as a result. In the Edinburgh flashbacks (live slug reaction of me: SEAN BIGGERSTAFF???!!) he tries to stop Elspeth from stealing bodies and gets Morag killed and Crowley drinking the laudanum to save him (though that part with David Tennant just riffing left and right, using his natural Scottish accent, and being Tiny Crowley/Huge Crowley was hilarious). He invites his neighbors to a Pride and Prejudice ball and makes them all the target for demonic attack. And of course the Job episode: Aziraphale, horrified at Heaven's callous cruelty, desperate not to get Job's children killed, willing to go along with Crowley's tricks to save them somehow, tempted by Crowley to do the fucknasty with their angel bits eat some food and decide that he likes it. As mentioned, the whole thing about God being silent this season is a major thematic choice. The only time we see/hear God is Her communing with Job from afar. Aziraphale enviously imagines the answers he must be getting (he's not, he's baffled and perplexed), while Crowley longs beyond words to even have the opportunity to ask the question: why? Why do this? Why is this your plan?

And of course, this absence culminates in the Metatron, the Voice of God, the person arrogantly claiming that they're speaking for God and know exactly what Heaven wants, being able to seize Aziraphale by the short hairs and absolutely fuck him over. Gabriel is gone/decommissioned/eloping with Beelzebub, so Heaven needs a Supreme Leader (God apparently is no longer a factor in the equation). And what this Supreme Leader needs to do is finally unleash the Apocalypse that Gabriel decided to pass on (the Second Coming). Aziraphale needs to be punished, taken away from Crowley's influence/love, and put back under Heaven's explicit control, so Metatron spots a great opportunity to do all three at once. It's not an accident that the exact tool he uses to get Aziraphale to agree is "now you can actually be with Crowley!" Aziraphale and Crowley have been trying so hard to hide out from their respective Head Offices, but now all at once, there's this seemingly miraculous opportunity for them not to have to do that anymore! They can be together! They can be sanctioned by Heaven! They can give up all this hiding and sneaking around and lying! Isn't that better?

... As long as, of course, they give up absolutely everything that makes them who they are. No big deal. Minor catch. Probably nothing.

Metatron doesn't let Aziraphale have time to escape, or think it over, or reflect, or anything. He pressures Aziraphale to come with him immediately, or be once more subject to Heaven's implicit wrath/destruction/judgment. Believe me, Aziraphale already KNOWS he's made a huge mistake, as soon as he hears what Metatron really wants: bringing him back to unleash the Apocalypse that Aziraphale and Crowley have given up literally everything to prevent. He doesn't need time to reflect. By the time my man is in that elevator, he's well aware of what a catastrophic misjudgment he's made, and yet --

Aziraphale needs this. He has, as noted, literally always relied on Crowley outsmarting Heaven's cruel orders in order to prevent himself from having to do them. He's relied on Crowley rescuing him ("rescuing me makes him so happy," WELL BUB, IT'S BECAUSE YOU ALWAYS NEED IT). He admits to Crowley's face that "I need you!" He hates Heaven's sadistic meanness, but he has absolutely no framework, in and of himself, to defy it. When the rubber hits the road, he will crumple and try to go along with it, and now he's been put in a position where he's going to have to stand up, defy Heaven, and make the break once and for all BY HIMSELF. He doesn't have Crowley around to do it for him, he has no support, he is going to arrive in Heaven and be shuttled straight off to the Apocalypse 2.0 War Room. The only way he gets out of this is if he actively stands up, if he chooses himself and Crowley and their life, and he has to.

The thing is:

Aziraphale has lived his entire eternal existence Looking Up. Up is the direction of Goodness and Heaven. Up is where Angels go. Up is where Aziraphale comes from and where Demons and Hell are not. But now he's going Up, in a position to take over the whole shebang, and it's the last thing he wants.

So he's going to have to come back Down.

He's going to have to Fall. He's going to have to get back Below at all costs. He's going to have to finally, once and for all, understand what led Crowley to make the choice to leave Heaven and never come back. It's only then that they can possibly be together on any kind of conscious, equal, deliberate footing, claim their own agency, reject Heaven AND Hell, and try to really earn that South Downs cottage and that happy-ever-after, and it's gonna hurt so good.

Now if you will excuse me, /screams

#good omens #good omens meta #good omens s2 #good omens spoilers #ineffable husbands #look this probably could have been twice as long #but i had to stop somewhere #I JUST HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS

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