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[kaitlinj16]

Yellowstone Characters as The Sins

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[rickyvalero]

‘Yellowstone’ Season 5 Episode 1 Review

‘Yellowstone’ Season 5 Episode 1 Review

Paramount’s hit neo-Western drama about Montana rancher John Dutton (Kevin Costner) and his dysfunctional family is more popular than ever thanks to streaming; and with the Duttons returning for their fifth exploit, fans cannot wait to thrust themselves into the chaos. At long last, power has fallen into John’s hands. Now a newly elected Governor, the patriarch has exactly what he has wanted…

[heartfullyferal]

At what age did Lizzy find out Katehrine Pierce was her mother? How did that affect her view of herself and the world around her? How did that view change again later when she found out she'd been spoon fed lies about her mother her whole life?

My human flaw is that I fucking don't trust my own memory of events I literally paced out step by fucking step.

I think Lizzy had turned seventeen that January, and Klaus found the paperwork with her in M a r c h. She and Jeremy had not yet done The Fuck I remember checking that recently, apparently they knew everything about her and still went AHEAD.

I could be wrong but I'm holding onto that one, that's what feels r i g h t to me.

By the time Lizzy saw the names on the document, this girl was DEEP in this story about how Katherine was such an evil force, and Damon was this toxic hateful being that shouldn't be allowed near women and children: She literally grew up with Klaus Mikaelson and was still more concerned by these stories of Katherine and Damon because they highlighted these terrifying truths about everything they'd done w r o n g.

Two people who can do nothing BUT wrong and create horrors and mistakes: and their child stood in the middle.

Lizzy didn't come out of her room for three days. It's like hating her body but w o r s e. Her body, her thoughts, her voice, the air she breathes- she wanted to get out of her skin and she was trapped in a body created by the t w o people MOST rejected in her entire tiny w o r l d.

It doesn't matter how much you tell her she's not responsible for the sins of her parents. You associate Damon's eyes with violence, and Katherine's hair with manipulation, you're suffocating their child.

There is nothing worse than criticizing their parent in front of them. It is the e n d of the world, they can't handle that until they're older. You h a v e to be gentle.

It's still not entirely gone, you know.

She can lay in bed all day and feel sick to her head remembering how hard Stefan can fall out with people. How much Elena can stand on her self righteous soapbox and renounce people on the spot.

And how fast Jeremy can criticize someone without thinking about who he's saying it to.

And girls just l e t her go through that. Hardly anybody considered for a single second that maybe the ONLY person who could benefit from hearing some of the good about her own mother and how she was once capable of bring people happiness, was Elizabeth herself. Damon might have been the ONLY ONE to tell Lizzy it would be w o r t h getting Katherine out of that tomb for her l o v e because she would make the world o k a y again.

Elijah probably didn't want to get a little girl's hopes up in case her mama had to run again.

Less selfish. More compassionate! Like Stefan.

After a few months of torment and self judgement, confusion loathing- Katherine dropped in to really do what was at the time an urgent rescue operation to save a girl from a clock tower swan dive. We don't like to admit it here, but Lizzy has touched on that thought more than t w i c e.

Camille really should check in.

I guess subconsciously, Lizzy knew the views of her mother would be biased to the people who felt wronged by her? And in essence she could understand that it came from the intention to protect her from heartache or disappointment. Stefan, she gets what you were trying to do. And you weren't taught how to do it. You were doing what you thought was right in the moment, with her best interests at heart.

Or maybe you couldn't stand the thought of Katherine having this one nice thing because you had hold of her f i r s t.

But when Katherine sits you down and tells you she's clinging into survival and hating every step of it, you've lost all leverage in that emotional war.

Going against her mother will never be fair.

It will never make any sense.

This woman who loves her daughter more than words and murder could ever express, could never be as evil as all t h a t. Not when she tells you that she gave you up to protect you against every will in her not to.

These days it's hard? Everyone talks about Katherine the same way, as if Lizzy doesn't know the other side of the story now. The people she saw as holy have since fallen from grace Elena, and she's starting to slowly become accustomed to the idea that maybe evil in the eyes of the virtuous isn't so bad after all.

At least it keeps you a l i v e.

[cassieno]

Crowley is a romantic. And they stole his love confession from him.

The confession we saw was rushed. I think Crowley could tell something was different. It was now or never. And that’s why he started to confess then. But

his original plan was to take Aziraphale to the Ritz. They would get into the Bently, yellow tulips on the backseat, like we can see. Because yellow is pretty, like the angel said before. And A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square would play, he had put it on queue, we heard it. And they would get to the Ritz, have a wonderful breakfast. He would give him the flowers, take him back home, give him a lift, like in the movies, and then he would confess. And they could kiss at the door before they went inside.

But instead his confession was rushed and desperate and not at all like what they show in the movies. It was painfully real and unmagical.

[aidenwaites]

Personally I think my car wouldn't start at random the other night bc I named it Gansey

[mcwhytubers]

Tim has revived our love for 2010’s country music…

[merveiilles]

⋆˚  ✧. ┊┊ HALLOWEEN.TOWN SENTENCE STARTERS;;   pixietm asked: “Well, hello there, I don’t believe we’ve met.” ( Penance @ Merrick ) *** please do not turn into a thread without asking first ***

      “𝓘 don’t think we have...” Merrick said, brow furrowing with slight confusion as to who the woman was, and why she had come his way.  “Is there something that I could help you with?” Considering that they were by a large cabin in the woods- where he and his family lived- but they were at least twenty minutes from the nearest town. “--Perhaps directions or a cup of tea?”

|| @pixietm​

[randompenname]

Neil Spoke..

Now I have a shameless opportunity to post all my snake eye gifs again....

JOIN ME ON A JOURNEY

Many eons ago...freshly fallen and still going by Crawley.

The next two are from roughly the same time. While his pupils are larger than a human, we see a tremendous amount of white. Now compare that to the second frame in the burning shop

Crowley, emotional high. He can not sense his best friend. Thinks he has died. His eyes nearly entirely demonic again.

Next two the rage and near manic surge of driving the bently through hell fire. These 2 posted out of order but you can see his eyes are nearly full demonic again at the height of his power

And then moments later once reunited with his angel and gearing up for the battle that never was

Flash forward to season II, he is relaxed and boarderline domestic with Azi. His eyes are the closest to human we have ever seen them. His ease is further displayed by the fact he rarely wears his glasses around his angel while likewise Azi keeps the shop dark for him.

Now while this is how his eyes appear the last time we see them in season 2, I would be remiss if I didn't mention they nearly glowed just days earlier when he confronted JimShortforGabriel about nearly killing his only friend.

..and so ends my journey through snake eyes after Neil's enlightening tidbit.

Until we see them again...

[ilovetoxicfictionalmen]

LET’S GO HOME

Pairing - Tommy Shelby - fem!reader

Summary - Tommy was your most loyal client. But his proposition made you run. But you can only run so far from The Peaky Devil.

Warnings - Dubcon, abduction, oral! m receiving, intimidating Tommy.

Word count - 1.3k

Notes - I think I'm going through a Tommy phase, no I am not okay.

A small congested sniffle here and there were the only sounds in the Bently as the engine roared on the empty dirt road. Tugging at your nightdress, your eyes dared to look over to Tommy as he drove, his eyes firmly on the road ahead and knuckles white around the wheel. 

It was freezing at the time of dusk, the orange sun blurred behind the clouds peeking out from the horizon. As you pressed your shivering body against the door, his dark eyes finally gazed over to you. 

“Come over here my darling… We still have about an hour ahead of us, come and keep us warm” Tommy’s voice was cold yet soothing. 

As badly as you didn’t want to, the thinness of your dress demanded otherwise. Sitting in this condition for the past few hours has left you desperate for warmth. Slowly, you slid across the seating and snuggled up to him, your teeth chattering. Tommy breathed out as he pulled the car over to the side and parked the car. Your eyes filled with fear, but Tommy merely slid off his coat and wrapped it around your fragile body. 

When he pressed on the pedal again with another lit cigarette between his lips, you let out a rough breath and rubbed your forehead against his pec. 

Tommy Shelby was your most loyal client back in London. Being a businessman, he dropped by here and there. But always requested you to satisfy his needs whenever he was in town. Surprisingly, he was the only man that was able to satisfy your needs as well despite being a prostitute. 

He paid high amounts to see you, to keep you all to himself in that cheap bed all day. Over time, the sex became less frequent as a lot of your time together was spent talking. All while being held in his arms. 

He told you he loved you time and time again. But Tommy was just high on desire and opium. So you played along in this fantasy of his, a man like him could never be in love with a woman like you. It was only ever infatuation, desire, ownership. 

Every time he’d ask you to stop seeing others, and every time you told him you would. Even though his payment was always large, your boss took a larger cut. So you couldn’t solely depend on him in a city like London. 

But you were naive on how dangerous of a man Mr Shelby was. Some girls praised you for bewitching a man like him, others deemed you to be cursed. Yes you knew he was a gangster, a leader of an underground empire. But you never dared yourself to learn the extent of his profession. 

Then, on one of the most beautiful days of the year, all the other men steered clear of you, nobody wanted you. At first you wondered why, got overwhelmed as your cash was running short and you hadn’t seen Tommy in weeks. But when you observed a man in a peaked cap slip your boss a hefty amount of money, you had a sick feeling in your gut that Tommy was up to something. 

That night Tommy finally visited you again. Right before he left, just after he slipped on his coat, he made a proposition that not many would refuse. Tommy put forward that you quit your position at the brothel and worked for him full time, living with him in his grand home. You freaked mentally but put on a facade to be in compliance. 

Tommy wanted you to believe that you were coming on your free will. He cleverly orchestrated for you to submit yourself completely to him. Which was surprising, since he was a man known for taking whatever he wanted. The uncertainty of being completely underneath him frightening you. The warnings the other girls gave you pulsated from the back of your mind. 

As Tommy left, he gave you a stern expression, you knew he was trying to read you. So you gave him a gentle kiss on the lips to reassure him. Tommy informed you that he would come for you after he had settled some business and gave you your last official payment. 

You caught the first train out in the morning. Through your rush of adrenaline, you didn’t even check where it was taking you. You only wanted to get out, run as far as you could. Where you ended up in a small town far from the city. He couldn’t find you here, for he was still only a man. 

For months, you had been working as a maid at a small estate. It felt like you had reached the end of a rainbow to be able to get this lucky. The pay was decent and the owners were kinder than most. Every night you had a comfortable bed to sleep in. 

Until this night, where you woke up to a pistol pressed against your jaw. Your heart immediately raced. It bolted from the starting point to not realize that there was no endpoint. You began to blubber as the moonlight illuminated his familiar features underneath his peaked cap. Those blue eyes seemed to sparkle. Tommy teased the barrel over your soft skin. 

“Hush my darling, hush. We do not want to wake anyone, do we?” Tommy whispered, a wicked grin on his lips as he pressed the gun to your temple. 

You choked on your whine as you shook your head to him. Tommy sighed as he sat on the bed beside you, his hand rubbing over your hidden thighs. 

“Come on, let’s go home” he spoke smoothly as he slid the gun back into his holster. 

Your hands stroked his abdomen as he rested his chin on your head. By the way his hips were constantly shifting, you knew he was hard. The natural urge inside of you demanded that you satisfied him. Whilst the reasoning inside of you pushed you to be good, for you knew what he was capable of. 

Because how was it even possible for him to find you? You thought you were gone without a trace. Never had he shown you his ruthlessness, his cruelness. Never have you seen the pure evil that ran through his bloodstream. The sickening gut feeling told you that he would show you that side for betraying him. 

“Darling… I knew you missed me” Tommy exhaled in satisfaction as you squeezed his bulge. Gradually the pressure of your strokes grew. As you undid his belt, you pulled out his large size and gulped.  “Don’t think this gets you off the hook” Tommy groaned as you took him inside of your mouth eagerly. 

All you could do was hum in compliance. Tommy breathed out, his neck tilting back slightly as you took him inside of your mouth more and more. Your cheeks hollowed as one of your hands fondled his balls. 

“Fuck darling… I’ve missed you so much” he confessed as his foot pressed harder on the accelerator.

His hand pressed on your head to keep his cock poking against the back of your throat. You gagged out and attempted to push him off, too afraid to try to be more forceful for he was the one with his hand on the wheel. 

“Gonna stay buried in you for days… Weeks even…” Tommy stated as his hips flexed up, tears swelled in your eyes as you struggled not to bite down. “Your cunt is going to feel so fucking warm” he noted, jaw wide open and watering at the thought of your sweet nectar tree. 

Your legs squirmed across the seating as you squeezed his thigh in surrender. But it was all pointless, this was merely a lesson on how he was never going to be letting you go. So you might as well just suck it up, literally. 

“Keep on going darling, almost there…” Tommy encouraged you, a wicked smirk on his lips.

[the-ineffable-dance]

Holy Palmers Kiss

Throughout their history together, the romance between Aziraphale and Crowley has mostly been expressed through incredibly subtle ways. It's been centuries (if not millennia) of nothing more obvious than a surreptitious brushing of hands or yearning looks when they think no one is watching. And of course, when they have plenty of deniability.

Good work, Aziraphale... hand on the chest of the Thin Dark Duke, and if anyone asked, you were just making sure that young lady didn't get bumped.

And this is for a very good reason. It quite literally isn't safe for them to be openly romantic with one another, even now. Demons like Hastur and Shax are constantly popping up... Michael and Uriel are always watching... eyes are everywhere.

They have certainly gotten closer to being open in the years that separate the two seasons. Crawley sprawls all over that bookshop like he has a personal vendetta against chairs - removes his glasses as soon as he steps foot inside (which is an incredibly coded action that I would love to take a more in depth look at in the future) - gives up the keys to the Bently... And Aziraphale himself has those longing looks - calls him up to talk enough that Crowley knows his "tones of voice" - and then, we get The Ball.

Technically, The Ball is for Nina and Maggie... or at least that's what Aziraphale says. We get the lovely little moment in the pub where he and Crowley try to come up with the best ways to get humans to fall in love with each other. But the moment Aziraphale mentions Jane Austen having characters dancing with each other and realizing how in love they were, I think at least for him the focus changes to this... THE BALL IS FOR CROWLEY. And once he starts giving away books to make sure the ball will be perfect, there can be no question. The entire idea is a way for him to be able to dance with Crowley.

That's why, for me, the most romantic moment in all of Good Omens, at least from Aziraphale's point of view, is this moment right here.

Vavoom! Sorted! Look at the way Crowley even curls his fingers around Aziraphale's hand! This is peak Aziraphale romance as a fan of Jane Austen.

But he's also a fan of Shakespeare. Even the gloomy ones. And every time I watch this scene, I'm reminded of a different ball from one of the gloomy plays that Crowley would hate and Aziraphale would swoon over. Romeo and Juliet. A fitting parallel to an angel and a demon being in love.

In Romeo and Juliet, at the end of the first act, is another ball. Romeo tries to get Juliet to kiss him, and she turns him down with this...

"For saints have hands that pilgrim's hands do touch/ And palm to palm is holy palmer's kiss"

There's quite the back and forth here between Juliet and her Romeo about hands and lips and such, (and eventually Romeo gets his way) but the parallel for Aziraphale in this exchange is unmistakable. He, as the angel, is the saint (and stand in for Juliet), Crowley his pilgrim. Snogging in public would be absolutely out of the question for our dear prim and proper Aziraphale... but this is a chaste kiss, and one that he is showing the world. A public declaration of his love for Crowley. A Holy Palmer's Kiss.

It's certainly debatable if Crowley would have picked up on it. Like a lot of their coded language there are times when one of them misses what the other is trying to say. But in my opinion, this was not only a public declaration, but his confession to Crowley. This is his "I love you" as much as "I forgive you" is.

Just for fun, here's how Romeo finally gets his kisses (but let's have Crowley stand in for Romeo and Aziraphale for Juliet, shall we?)

Cro. Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged. (They kiss)

Azi. Then have my lips the sin that they have took.

Cro. Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged. Give me my sin again. (They kiss again)

[beaniegaebie]

i don't really have any solid conclusions about this yet but i noticed A Thing in a rewatch and i haven't found it mentioned elsewhere yet so here we go

(apologies for the appalling image quality you're about to see, i can't screenshot easily rn pls bear with)

OKAY so in the scene where crowley confronts gabriel about "shut up and die", something about the arrangement of book stacks caught my eye a little

the majority of the books are angled so that we mostly just see the page edges and not the spines clearly, EXCEPT for a particularly shiny and familiar colour combo right here-

but nothing too weird going on there, i thought, crowley coloured books in a bookshop so what? right up until i registered crowley's line when we get a closer look-

hhhhmmmmMMmmmm yes yes "everything just the way you wanted" huh, very interesting considering that we know how much thought goes into props huh

and for most of the shots we get of crowley in this position those freaking books are just quietly nestled right there in the corner-

look at that god damn framing i fuckin see you, you glorious bastards

so i paused to see if i could figure out what the hell was up with those fuckers and this is when i absolutely lost my mind, your honour

A and C you say?? in crowley colours???? framed like this?????? localised entirely within your kitchen???

anyway long story short they're two books from an Agatha Christie Crime Collection set (24 volumes, three stories per volume) and guess whats on the mfing front covers I'm-

(its a rant for another post but when paired with this other set of initials spotted in s2 i want to scream actually)

ANYWAY back to the books, through an absolutely unhinged comparison of the formatting of gold text blobs i reckon the two we have here are:

(on top) The Pale Horse; The Big Four, The Secret Adversary

(on bottom) 4:50 From Paddington, Lord Edgeware Dies, Murder in Mesopotamia

(I'm fairly confident but if anyone has a better image to confirm/correct this pls do)

now here is where I'll need a bunch of help from some Christie-heads out there bc I haven't read any of these and I've only seen the tv adaptation of one of them, so i dont know for sure if these are like A Clue, or A Cool Thing, or if I've just fully brainrotted myself into a fun lil corner here? wa-hoo

but here's some initial stuff that jumped out at me after skimming the basics:

(some of) the titles: Pale Horse/Big Four - death's horse ofc, the four horsemen mayb? the them+adam?? ; Mesopotamia is a very biblical choice bbz ; 4:50 From Paddington- azi likes trains i guess? idk that one's tenuous lmao ; honestly no idea with the other two but Secret Adversary feels a tad ominous

iirc Big Four just has kind of an unusual history, it was initially twelve short stories that she later compiled into one, and it was published fairly soon after christie's mysterious disappearance/reappearance

in Big Four, poirot fakes his death at one point and doesnt even let hastings in on it and I'm hoping sure its totally irrelevant to the ineffable bois

part of the Pale Horse story is a group of assassins that basically try to pass off all their murders as being actually caused by like ✨satanic powers✨ which is interesting

christie knew a fUCkton about poisonings thats why she wrote so many into her work and, while i don't believe the poison coffee theory myself, it sure is an interesting link with how cyanide is associated with almond smell/flavour and that metatron chooses almond syrup in particular

(ALSO random side note that is mostly meaningless but I've worked in a good few uk coffee shops and have never worked anywhere that stocks almond syrup; almond milk yes, hazelnut syrup yes, but never almond syrup...? prob just the places i worked though lmao)

EDIT forgotten point: I've seen some speculation that the bently's plate reading "CURTAIN" could be a reference to poirot's last story, along side that alternate scene of crowley ordering the sherry for "miss marple", its just one too many agatha christie references for my melted brain to handle and I'm SUS

so this is where i run out of idea steam and hand it over to you lot because i have no clue what this could mean, if it even means anything other than a cool set feature

is there something here actually or am i yelling into the void just for fun?

who knows, who cares!

[aziraphales-library]

I wish every fandom I’m in had something like this lol. Browsing your tags and recommendations is so much fun!

This might be a bit specific but I’m looking for the following: it’s between season 1 and 2, Crowley’s been kicked out of his flat by hell and living in his car; Aziraphale, somehow, finds out and makes him move into the bookshop.

Thanks so much for the help and all the great work you do, I hope you have a great day!

We have some fics along these line here. Now I have a few more where Aziraphale finds out Crowley is living in the bentley...

4 times Crowley lies about living in his car by dat_carovieh (G)

and one time he doesn't

And They Were Roommates (Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time) by WritingAspirations (M)

Aziraphale found out Crowley was living out of his car, and drags him to live with the angel at the bookshop. Revelations, apologies, and steps forward are made.

Home by RitzWrites (G)

There were very few things Crowley enjoyed about being a demon. The best one, in his opinion, was that he couldn’t get hungover. However, that didn’t stop him from getting drunk enough to black out. He was no stranger to getting blackout drunk, of course, but he was still shocked to wake up on a familiar couch instead of his Bently. or Aziraphale finds out Crowley has been living in his car and decides to do something about it.

let's sort the whole thing out by moonyinpisces (T)

“But you like sleeping,” Aziraphale replies, as if that means something. “All the more reason to move in with me. And I have–I have your favorite couch, for starters. And a bedroom, with a lovely, fluffy bed with only the thinnest layer of dust–” Crowley scoffs. “Yeah, angel. A bedroom, as in, singular. I told you, there's just not enough room–” “Precisely,” says Aziraphale, relieved to be understood. “Singular. It’s not as though we’ll be needing more than one.” … Pardon?

Pet Demon by McRibFarewellTour (NR)

Aziraphale finds out about Crowley's recent living arrangements and takes action, both in protection of Crowley and of their friendship. Unfortunately, Crowley's got a well of evidence that said friendship doesn't even really exist, so the task is harder than it seems.

nature is healing (or something like that, anyhow) by nightbloomingcereus (T)

Well. If Aziraphale could be stubborn, so could Crowley. He didn’t need Aziraphale, or his bookshop, dammit. He was going to take a nap, exactly like he’d said he would, and he wasn’t going to get up again until the world, and a certain frustrating angel, stopped being such a downer. It was the perfect plan. Or it would have been, had he still had his bloody bed in his bloody flat in bloody fucking Mayfair. Or, the one where Crowley takes his three-year-long pandemic nap in his plant-filled Bentley.

- Mod D

[twelvemonkeyswere]

I re-read Good Omens via audiobook and I just collected my favorite details

"Crowley rather liked people" is a quote I still love so much. Even though he is a demon with the job of making people upset each other, he likes humans. The contrast between what they make him do and how he experiences Earth.

That scene with the ducks where Crowley almost drowns a duck and Aziraphale is like "I say, my dear" and Crowley is like "Oh yes I forgot myself" and allows the duck to return to the surface. Crowley is usually very polite about the most unhinged things which I just find endearing

All the times Aziraphale calls Crowley "dear boy"

The fact Aziraphale has "exquisitely manicured" hands lmao. I like to think he does go to the manicurist, same as he has a proper barber in the show

Aziraphale blushes sometimes and often gives mean looks to customers to push them out of shop

I like the on-going theme in the Good Omens universe of wanting to build a better world for loved ones, but how that drive, when taken to an extreme, is self destructive. Adam says he'll make the earth good for the Them, and will make sure the Them will be protected and happy in it. But the Them don't want it, they understand Adam is acting out and is not thinking things through. There is no point in trying to possess something and bend it to will forcefully. It wouldn't be good. It wouldn't be of free will. It would make them just another of his whims and no one, either the Them or Adam, actually want that

Aziraphale thinks Crowley is a creature of God when you "get right down to it", which is a thought both meaner and kinder than he realizes

Crowley is described to have "a voice so laid-back you could lay a carpet on it"and it's my most favorite thing ever lmaooo

"You're seducing women here!" /"I think perhaps you got the wrong shop" is always a brilliant line

Even though everything in the Bently turns into Queen's Greatest Hits, I love that Crowley actually loves music, and keeps his collection of records highly organized

Also love the fact that Crowley keeps his apartment orderly, though that's probably in big part because he doesn't really live there

I do appreciate that Crowley sleeps because he wants to, not because he needs to. Truly a relatable guy.

There's a big HOLY SHIT moment in the audiobook - the speech the American evangelist gives about the apocalypse. It's fucking incredible. The actor is amazing, delivering fire and brimstone and absolute hatred and certainty until Aziraphale pops inside of him.

Death really is Azrael, literally the angel of death

Aziraphale comes up with the solution at the end but ONLY because of Crowley, who challenged Aziraphale about the difference between the great plan and ineffable plan at the very beginning of the book

There are many moments where both Crowley and Aziraphale are thought to be a gay couple, but it really made me laugh that they are at the end of the world, telling each other it's been a pleasure to know each other all this time, and then Shadwell interrupts to call them "Nancy Boys"

Everyone in the Good Omens fandom is right, I do love that in the book, the wings of demons and angels are the same color

Crowley thinks the biggest battle will be heaven and hell vs humanity. This has got me thinking a lot. I figure this is because at some point humanity will rebel against any divine intervention, once we figure out that heaven and hell have been playing dice with us. But we'll see.

It does warm my heart that the story begins and ends with a garden and with the eating of the apple - Adam doesn't know why the old man hates people touching his apples so much, but the world would be a lot less interesting if he didn't. It's a fitting end for a fitting beginning.

[uselessmoth]

Good Omens S2 Spoilers!!!!

Warlock: Okay, all we need to do is recreate their dates that they had when they were still together and shazam, they're in love again

Muriel: But they weren't actually toge-

Warlock: Shush, I saw it in a Lidsney Lohan film, it's going to work. Right Bently, I'm leaving it up to you to get Nanny to where we need, Muriel is going to get Broth- Aziraphale from Heaven. Me and Adam will set up a date they've had before

Adam: This is going to be so easy

Across the road

Nina: Should we stop this?

Maggie: No, I want to see if it works

[sardonic-the-writer]

𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐞𝐬

↳ summary: in which crowley has a cold

↳ warnings: none!

↳ song: like real people do—hozier

masterlist!

Spring was a wonderful time of year all over the world. It was when the sun peaked its head out from behind fluffy clouds and let the flowers bloom, washing away any gloom winter might have left behind.

Walkways suddenly became full of pedestrians meandering about in city's and small towns alike. Large puffy parkas were shed in favor of light jackets and shorts.

Shops were suddenly bustling with all sorts of people out and about, taking advantage of the beautiful weather to buy a coffee or new pair of pants.

But in Soho, London, one shop seemed to be an outlier.

If any of the passing foot traffic had taken a moment to peak into the glassy windows of said shop, an elegant sign reading Fell & Co hanging over their heads, they would have had the pleasure of seeing three very different people all talking to each other idly.

Even if the conversation was anything but.

"Really Aziraphale, you think he'd be a bit less chatty when sick. Peace and quite for once an all that."

A light gasp sounded from your left, prompting you to look at the angel next to you.

"That is not nice!" Aziraphale said your name full of disappointment, prompting an apologetic smile to spread across your lips.

"Sorry, mate. But I'm not wrong, am I?" You said while continuing to help him shelf books.

"Bite me." A lump of blankets behind you growled in response, a head of red hair poking out of one end.

"No, thank you, Crowley. I'll catch your cold."

It was supposed to have been a normal day. You had called and asked Aziraphale if this afternoon was a good day to pop in for a visit, only to be met with the sort of panic that could only be described as fretting.

Apparently, Crowley has never taken too well to the springtime. Who knew a demon could have allergies?

Each time he or Aziraphale attempted to miracle away the cold, it would just pop back up a few seconds later. It was as if someone had cursed him with a mild inconvenience. You wouldn't be too surprised if that was the case, actually. I mean, this is Crowley you're talking about. He's not exactly the best at making friends—even if he did manage to snag you somehow.

By the time you had arrived at the bookstore, swinging open the door as the closed signed clattered against it loudly, they had given up on any thought of magical remedies.

So here you were. Hovering over the sick demon with a concerned look. Er, well, Aziraphale was. You had opted for more of a quirked eyebrow, not willing to show how worried you were just yet. Lord, er Satan, or whoever the fuck knows Crowley wouldn't let you live that down.

"If anything Crowley—" You paused for a moment to flip the book you had been holding upside down into its rightful place before handing it off to Aziraphale, "—I'd say this is karma from all those times you yell at your plants."

"To hell with my damn plants!" He sniffled, sun glasses no longer on his face as he glared at your back.

Before you could get a word in edgewise, a sneeze sounded out from the couch. Without even looking, your knee-jerk reaction kicked in.

"God bless you."

You got two very different reactions out of that.

Aziraphale practically beamed at your words, and Crowley hissed as if physically hit, curling in on himself. It wasn't until you stopped to consider what you had just said that you realized your blunder.

"Sorry." You cringed. "Forgot about the demon stuff."

"Forgot? Remind me, angel, why do we even keep them around." Crowley spat, pulling yet another blanket onto his ever growing pile. You risked a glance back at him only to be met with slitted eyes. You simply let out a nervous laugh before scooting to a different bookshelf farther away from him. Better safe than sorry when it came to your demon friend.

"Because we like them, remember? They complimented my vest and your Bently, and then you asked if we could keep them." The angel responded. If he noticed how you choked on air at that last bit, he didn't choose to say anything.

"He said what now?" You coughed harshly at the same time Crowley groaned.

"Yeah yeah. A mistake in the heat of the moment." Was all he said before retreating further into the blanket burrito he had concocted. Somewhere in there was a quilt you were sure Aziraphale had knitted for him centuries ago, but you chose not to point out the tiny detail, instead filing that information away for later as a hidden smile played at your lips.

"As much fun socializing with you two is, I must admit you need to get some rest, Crowley. If we are to fix this problem without a miracle, the human way will have to do." Aziraphale turned to face his companion after you helped file the last pile of books away. You were quick to follow his actions.

Crowley opened his mouth as if to retort, but his eyes flickered from your face and Aziraphales for just a moment. With that he muttered something under his breath and turned over grumpily.

"Just—bugger off." His words were muffled by a dense pillow currently being smooshed to his face. You couldn't tell if it was that or something else, but his voice didn't sound as venomous as it normally did when talking to you.

"Alrighty then!" Aziraphale clapped his hands with a smile, none the wiser. "Ring if you need us, won't you?"

With that, he began to politely exit in the direction of the back of the store. Probably to go read a new series he just got in or re-read another.

You shuffled off behind the angel—only pausing at the entrance to the backroom after taking one more look back at Crowley.

Without saying a word, you took your phone out and set the volume just high enough to be heard. Setting it down on a nearby surface, you pressed play before quickly tip toeing out the room. As if that would stop the fallen angel from figuring out who left it there.

You slipped away just in time to miss Freddy Mercury's voice start-up. As well as the way Crowley smiled in spite of himself, starting to feel a little better already.