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Good Omens season 3/finale thought of the day:

What if there is a body swap in the finale BUT it’s not the body swap we think it is. What if The Metatron forces Aziraphale into a body swap?! And then Derek Jacobi has to act like Aziraphale trying to convince Crowley that it’s really him and Michael Sheen gets to act super evil! I would pay all the money for this! (Don’t know how it would fit into the story but I thought it was a potentially cool idea). Let me know your thoughts!

@starmaker-astral IMAGINE OMFG

im about to walk into the Minecraft movie with my gf and best friends. they all know Minecraft things. I decidedly Do Not. I may be a little scared. updates soon.

.... what the actual fuck?

the homoeroticism?

im emotionally confused after watching this

and I wish I was lying when I said my forehead didn't hurt from squinting in literal confusion too

but um

that happened

it existed

I paid money for that experience so

The more I rewatch the final 15 the more Aziraphale looks like he's being held at gunpoint. The way his eyes are wide like he's pleading for Crowley to understand what he's saying, the same way you would look at your friend when someone's being creepy towards you. A signal for help. The metatron is listening, and he already indirectly threatened Crowley in the typical heavenly blink and you'll miss it way.

Aziraphale can't afford to act like the shade of grey he is, he must act completely black or white for the opportunity to overthrow the system. He begs Crowley to come with him as an angel because that's the only way they can be together while the metatron is there. And everyone knows they're stronger together.

But Crowley doesn't get it. They've always spoke in subtext, but Crowley wasn't looking for the subtext this time because, for once, he is outright saying what they've left unsaid for decades.

Their relationship is ineffable. For better or worse.

YES Aziraphale is terrified and panicking through F15. He can't get Crowley to listen, the same way he himself wasn't listening the evening before when Crowley was trying to tell him about the demons outside and Aziraphale was only thinking about dancing with him (and telling him how he feels and that he would like more from their relationship). But if Crowley did not catch on, I am sure he will later. After all, he knows Aziraphale's 'something's wrong voice.' And I think he still wouldn't have gone to Heaven, but perhaps the whole thing would have been less painful if they were in the same mind space.

I think he realised right near the end of their conversation, and the kiss and the "No nightingales" was him saying goodbye (for now) and telling Aziraphale he understood that they were not safe, and in fact, were in immediate danger. (I think someone else has written far better and more at length on this than me!).

Hmm, I like that. Then Az playing the song for him in the car (cos Bentley plays whatever Aziraphale wishes) was to say - patience my love, we can get through even this.

The parallels between the 2 attempted confessions are myriad:

-Lack of communication (Azi not hearing Crowley, possibly vice-versa although maybe there was code-talking? as Crowley seemed to miss Aziraphale trying to explain the Metatron)

-Being watched through the window

-Wanting to confess but unable because the confessee goes up to Heaven

-Invasion of book shop

-No real chance to talk before the one goes to Heaven and leaves the other unsure when they'll return

I bet there's more but as usual Monday is approaching and I haven't worked enough. So please correct and add if you wish.

All of this! All of this all of this all of this! They’re both hearing each other but they’re not listening to each other.

Sexiest Old Man Tournament: FINALS!

It all comes down to this... Who is hotter!?

Well it’s time. The final round. Unfortunately I think it’s obvious who is going to win. And I. Do not. Care. For it.

In any case, Michael Sheen fans, get your votes out!

500 miles came on my playlist so naturally I dropped everything to rewatch the video of David singing it at baftas for the 174729102nd time

and upon rewatch... imagine being there and not really knowing who david was (a horrible existence) and suddenly this lanky ginger dude in a kilt walks in singing 500 miles and suddenly screaming "dadadadada" in your face and you're just?? left with no choice but to sing it right back at him?

reading fic but it's on a kindle so it's fancy

added benefit in that I can read the exact same shit I was reading on my phone... without getting yelled at for always being on my phone. because this is a kindle. this is *literature*.