#; oh bebop (music)

[bbq-potato-chip]

kind of want to rewatch cowboy bebop

[slettlune]

my sister plays in a fairly high-level concert band and mentioned off-hand their new conductor wants them to play a number "with such a weird title, 'tank-cowboy... be-bop'?" so i was like "oh my god, you're gonna play 'tank!' from cowboy bebop??" and i explained what it was and played it for her, and then after she went to rehearsal she told me she'd impressed everyone with her superior pop cultural knowledge

i have no qualms aiding my sister in her anime stolen valour ��

[justwatchmebloom]

i recently watched cowboy bebop for the first time (i'm late i know i know) and i am not okay

[archangel-azi-fell]

My fault.

He lost the AntiChrist because I was the distraction. It's my bad.

[sweeneydino]

Already on episode 8.

They really said trauma in flavor text.

Warning for Spoilers below

Can't wait for all the screenshots soon 😤

Interesting how their blood is mutagen or atleast can mutate those that ingest it. I guess Mikey now has a son.... pigeon pete-

Love how leatherhead immediately adopted him.

Ough the self deprecating from each turtle and their different perspectives on what happened is perfect. Leo being nothing without his brothers, Raph wanting to be stronger to protect them, Donnie believing hes just the tech guy and Mikey feeling out of place. I can already see the potential for first.

And this bishop... she's a bishop alright, or well, similar to 03 bishop in wanting to eliminate all mutants, a "human threat" while also ending up endangering humans in their attempts. Same motives for different reasons. Mutants(or really a mutant) destroyed what she loved, something for her sister who I'm not sure is dead or she just really loves her.

One thing I must thank my turtle posters for is so far no 2012apriltello/caseytello/capriltello or whatever love story equivalent with the leopril. It's so refreshing and actually is very cute. Leo still has a crush it's just not blasted into your eyes, and I couldn't be more happy.

They included alot of possibly forgotten characters(I say possibly because some haven't watch the older versions, and thats okay), there is Angel who reminds me alot of Kendra, Hun appears again as a possible bro to Raph, ofc pigeon pete Michelangelo's son(I will not explain) and you already heard of bishop. There's probably more but I'm only half way in and I took a break to get some food.

If you can, you should watch it, it's very fun and silly, also, possible angst. The music is great, and the art and animation are fan-fucking-tastic like, holy shit, but that's to be expected (if you plan to watch it, read tags plz)

Overall I give 10/10, would give hun a chicken

Oh, and there's Rod, I guess.

Edit: Omfg is Splinter the Rat King?

Edit 2: Yes... yes he is.

I should've mentioned it before, but I love how we are getting to see the turtles interacting with their cousins and other... family members(scumbug ajshshjs). I also live how rockstrady and bebop are THOSE cousins. Always getting into trouble, making stuff worse but you can't help but love em

[smoshyourheadin]

spencer idea!

he is having the reader over for like the 3rd ish time yes they met on a dating app

but this time reader is so excited because it’s their first sleepover and they play games and hang out!!!

I’ll Make You Banana Pancakes

pairing: spencer agnew x f!reader

a/n: ANON I LOVE THIS!! ugh he’s so cutie. also this is short n sweet but i hope u enjoy either way!!

requests are open <33

it started with a swipe. spencer's profile, with pictures of him at comic-con and a shelf lined with action figures in the background of a picture of him and his friends, caught your eye immediately. your heart raced as you read through his bio, filled with references to your favorite games, movies, and tv shows. you couldn't believe your luck – it was like someone had designed a profile just for you.

your first conversation was effortless, flowing from one topic to another as you discovered more things about him that you adored. within days, you were spending evenings chatting about your favorite franchises and playing runescape together. you’d already met in person a couple of times, each date better than the last, leading up to this third and much-anticipated meeting.

and so here you are. stood at his apartment door, heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nerves. he opens the door, and his warm smile puts you at ease instantly.

“hello there.” he says

“general kenobi!” you reply, in your best greivous voice.

he smiles widely at this, and you step inside. you notice the table set up with your favorite snacks – sweet and salty popcorn, sour patch kids, and a mt dew kickstart. the gesture is small but meaningful, and it made you feel seen, your chest growing warm as you settled onto the couch. you feel a blush creep up your cheeks. being known in this way, having your preferences remembered, makes you feel special. it’s a new feeling, one that makes you feel really, really happy, but vulnerable almost. you’re kind of shy at first, not knowing what to do with yourself, but the comfort of his presence makes it easier to relax.

you start with a few rounds of mario kart, laughter and warmth filling the room as you battle for first place. after a particularly intense race, you pull out your secret weapon – a copy of spyro for the ps4. you flash him a confident grin.

"watch me crush this," you declare, eyes sparkling with excitement. “it’s my party trick!”

as you play through the fight between spyro and gnasty gnorc, you expertly navigate the world as you chase and headbutt him, eventually earning all 500 gems.

you stand up and raise your hands in victory and shout “OH YEAH! told you!”

sitting back down, spencer tells you how impressed he is, and you bow. he tells you all about how he and his friends used to play spyro as kids, leading you to spend hours reminiscing about your favorite childhood games. the conversation flows, and by now pretty late, so you decide to watch cowboy bebop in his bedroom. cuddled on his bed, the familiar intro song plays softly as you sing along. it’s a perfect end to a perfect day.

eventually, you lie down with him, your legs tangling together under the covers. the closeness is comforting, a silent promise of many more nights like this to come. you drift off to sleep with a smile on your face, feeling safe in the gentle embrace of his arms.

the morning comes around, and you wake up to the sound of soft jazz music spilling from the kitchen, and the delicious aroma of pancakes. you then tiptoe to the kitchen doorway and watch him for a moment, completely absorbed in his movements. the sight makes your chest warm with affection, and you can't help but giggle softly.

your giggle catches his attention, and he turns around with a smile.

“morning princess. sleep well?” he says, turning back around to the stove

“mhm.” is all you manage to reply, head still foggy with sleep.

you walk over to him, heart swelling with emotion, and you gently kiss his cheek and lean your head on his shoulder, the moment feeling both intimate and perfect. you stand there in the kitchen, surrounded by the scent of pancakes and the sound of old jazz, enjoying the simple but profound pleasure of being together with your dream man. and you were happy.

[holyhadesimweird]

shinigami bebop

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pairing : shinji hirako x fem!reader

summary : shinji's favourite jazz bar is packed tonight and he has no choice but to sit next to you, the owner's sister. shinji hopes to see you again after tonight.

word count : 1.0k

requested by : @veeepawoon

request/prompt : Maybe something with Shinji?🙏For example him listening to some music/going into a jazz club and meeting the reader?

note : thank you for the request!! i've been wanting to write for shinji but haven't been able to find a concrete idea i wanted to write for until i saw this. also i kinda ignore shinigami stuff in this fic. not necessarily that it doesn't exist in this universe, but it isn't focused on.

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the sun was starting to set as shinji made his way into town. in about an hour, the jazz bar he started frequenting about a year ago would be starting it's nightly jazz set.

unfortunately for him and fortunately for his good friend, the bar owner, it had gained popularity recently after a celebrity had visited it about a month ago.

shinji wished it would go back to being his secret place once the popularity died down. but his wishes wouldn't be answered tonight as it looked to be the busiest it's ever been. there was a line out the door and what seemed to be security at the entrance. shinji assumed it wouldn't be a permanent arrangement and went into the queue.

when he got to the door and met with security, he handed them his id and waited for approval before entering. once inside he could see the stage and the band that was preparing for the performance that would start soon. making his way to the bar to order a drink, he saw the face of the owner, a woman who called herself 'honey', light up at the sight of him. laughing excitedly and running over, honey ran out from behind the bar and engulfed shinji in a hug.

"shinji! how are you?! it's so busy, isn't this amazing?!" she exclaimed.

"it is amazin', congratulations! i hope for your sake it stays busy." he told her. "but where am i supposed to sit?"

"oh my god! i don't have enough seats for everyone here." honey gasped. "oh but my sister is by herself tonight, do you mind sharing a seat with her? she's real sweet and she has the best seat in the building."

"if your sister doesn't mind, i'd love to sit with her. i want to listen to my favourite band. comfortably, and not standing the entire time." he replied.

"let me go ask her, i'll be right back." the woman told him. "asuke! get this man whatever he drink he wants, it's on the house!" honey yelled at the bar before walking away.

a few minutes later, shinji was sipping on a light lager when he saw honey walking towards him, her hand holding another person's hand as she lead them towards shinji.

the woman honey was with, was beautiful. her hair was pulled back into an elegant messy bun, the dress she wore hugged her curves perfectly, and the shy smile she wore on her lips was stunning. shinji was hypnotized.

"shinji, i'd like you to meet my sister, (y/n). (y/n), i'd like you to meet shinji." honey introduced the two of you.

taking the hand you extended into his, your expression turned to one of shock when he bent over to kiss your hand instead of shaking it.

"it's a pleasure to meet you (y/n). i hope you don't mind me intruding on the best seat in the building." shinji said, straightening out.

"of course not, anything for a friend of honey's." you replied, a light smile on your lips.

"well you two, i think the show's going to start in a minute, get back to your seats, i'll get someone to check in on you soon." honey said, walking back towards to bar.

"well, lead the way beautiful." shinji encouraged, taking your hand again. he was pretty sure his words and the hand holding were causing you to blush and you turned to lead him away before he could see if he was right.

he was being a lot bolder today than he normally would and was hoping it was paying off.

you lead him upstairs and into a private area just above everyone else that gave a perfect view of the band. just as you two sat down, the band started their set.

two songs into their set, a waitress came upstairs and took your orders. after you handed the waitress the drink menu you were looking at, you went to take a peak at shinji who was already looking at you. when he saw you look at him, his lips pulled back into a wide grin causing you to raise an eyebrow at him and tilt your head to the side, questioning him silently.

"i saw your nose crinkle when i said i wanted a dark lager for my second drink. you don't like dark lagers?" shinji questioned, teasing you.

"i do not like dark lagers, they're disgusting, they're so gross." you said, sticking out your tongue in disgust. this caused shinji to laugh at you.

you two continued talking quietly throughout the band's performance and continued talking when the next band came on. there were moments of silent between each other when you'd enjoy the music. you closed your eyes and focused on the music and when you opened your eyes, you saw shinji staring at you with a smile on his face. eventually, you wanted to head home and shinji offered to walk you home with the approval of your sister.

you two enjoyed walking and talking, your hands joined together as you swayed your arms. once you made it back to your place, you asked shinji to stay in the entrance while you searched for something. he wasn't quite sure what you needed to search for while he was here, but he took the opportunity try and look around at what he could see of your apartment.

"aha!" he heard you cheer, making him turn to try and see you again.

eventually you stepped back into view with a smile on your lips and a pen in your hand. making your way to him, you leaned up to give him a kiss on the cheek before saying that you needed to head to bed and that you hoped he had a good time tonight. shinji understood that it was a request for him to head out, and he replied that he hoped you enjoyed your night as well.

starting his walk back home, shinji stuffs his hands in his pockets and feels the distinct feeling of a piece of paper he hadn't placed there and pulls it out to observe it.

"call me ~(y/n)" the note read, with a phone number below your name.

shinji wondered how early was too early to call you as he recalled the evening you two had, the kiss you placed on his cheek and stared at the piece of paper in his hand.

[honey-milk-depresso]

Batboys watching anime with reader

You know my ass went FULL ON LOCK MODE with Tim. I went crazy- 💀

***S/o is above 18, which means characters below are also aged up!

Doing requests until 1 Feb! Please see my pinned post and read the request rules on the navi! Thank you!🩷

Batbros watching anime with you

Dick Grayson

He’s watched a few 90s anime before, more the basic ones like One Piece and Pokémon, and he probably still watches them to this day. Boy has old CDs he has and you should probably try finding a Blue Ray (or use his if he can have Tim help fix it because it’s good as dead 💀) because he’s popping in every CD of old anime’s he have lying about.

“Wow, I didn’t know I had cowboy bebop! Or Slam Dunk!” He got a few rare gems, which makes it all the more fun to sit down on the couch under a blanket as you huddle and watch the nostalgic 90s anime shows together while eating popcorn.

He doesn’t mind watching new, modern day animes, just be prepared for when you two watch sad anime shows because he will sob like it’s the end of the world.

“NO, WHY WOULD KAORI DIE LIKE THIS?? AND SHE LOVES ARIMA- OH MY GOD IM SO—”sobs even more. He gets emotional while watching them because it’s so sad that it’s sO GOOD-

Loves dancing to those danceable anime music with you. He goes ALL. OUT. He even sings all of it in Japanese like wow-

I would love to hear him sing Cruel Angel’s Thesis in his Discowing suit and with goth makeup on it because it “sets the mood”, PLEASE-

Overall, great time watching with Dick. <3

Jason Todd

You expect someone like him to like Chainsaw Man, Trigun or something like those grunge-y, guns and knives animes, right? I mean, he does, but only with you and ONLY with you will he let his inner Magical Girl enthusiast ass shine. Because he LOVES Magical Girl animes. That’s probably the reason and one point of time why he wore red ribbons around his arms, he wanted that Sailor Moon experience and Tim might’ve just teased him about that era without knowing his love for Magical Girl animes and Jason might’ve flipped and freaked the fuck out and started chasing him down the manor.

Jason watches Sailor Moon, Madoka when he feels edgier than usual, Cardcaptor Sakura, every Precure series, Tokyo Mew Mew, man has all these shows somehow. He swears they weren’t through illegal means and he just worked very hard to gather all of them. He also might be a shoujo anime fan because if he loves Jane Austen books, you bet his ass would be reading Fruits Basket, Maid Sama or something because of course he would.

Also a Studio Ghibli fan, although watching the Tale of Princess Kaguya might make him feel too much, especially getting pissed off with the dad who forces his daughter into a wealthy life without her input and- yeah, you gotta calm him down as he cries bitterly and sourly with a pout on his face.

The two of you can go on and on about debating about unclear endings of animes all day long. You know the “AND SHE WAS A PRINCESS” video? That’s Jason.

Great man to watch anime with, and he’ll gladly be your Tuxedo Mask to your Sailor Moon (and not the “But you did nothing meme- or the other way around- he don’t mind being the Usagi-). <3

Tim Drake

I’m very convinced this man got into his whole detective shit because he watched Detective Conan and honestly I can’t blame him. Tim has probably the largest vessel of anime knowledge out of all of them. He doesn’t really have a specific genre he likes but he’s pretty fond of old 90s and 80s animes. He can explain the whole lore of One Piece, Fairytale, Pokémon like Jesus Tim, calm down- 💀

I can see him watching Neon Genesis Evangelion, Serial Experiments Lain or Key the Metal Doll because he likes that little bit of horror nature and mystery and thriller in his animes although he really doesn’t mind watching Haikyuu all over again if you want to.

Might introduce you to underrated and/or old animes like Revolutionary Girl Utena, Nadia the Secrets of Blue Water, every Studio Ghibli movie, those kinds of animes that give off the really pretty and aesthetic old anime animations that is just so pretty to watch and with really good storylines that both of you can cuddle on a couch together and watch. I bet he even watches anime with you even before you two got together, so you guys pretty much have “watching anime together” as part of the foundation of your relationship. Owns so much manga that you can’t even count, too.

Just… don’t make him watch those really slow burn, comedy love animes, specifically Love War. Not that he don’t like romance animes, he watches Ouran High School Host Club and Your Name, trust me, but Love War? He is going absolutely insane because of it.

“OH MY GOD- PLEASE JUST KISS ALREADY. ME AND S/O ARE ALREADY TOGETHER FIVE MONTHS AGO ANF YOU TWO ARE STILL TOO PROUD TO ADMIT YOU LOVE EACH OTHER WHILE BLUSHING- JUST KISS ALREADY-” <3

Damian Wayne

Damian likes anime. Would 100% go to an anime convention with you as a date if you’re up for it. He doesn’t mind (surprisingly- just for you only-).

He doesn’t necessarily like showmen animes although he has enjoyed a few, but he really loves slice of life, I feel. It just feels like he wants to put himself in a normal life and with a tad bit of drama in it like what the characters go through. The touching ones like Hyouka or Natsume’s Book of Friends.

Also animal related anime maybe except Beastars because he didn’t understand shit-?? He calls that peak anime. Aggretsuko, Chi’s Sweet Home and My Roommate is a Cat?? Damian loves this shit, he watches it intently with his arm around you. Even if he doesn’t smile, you know he loves it by the way his eyes sparkle.

Just don’t tell his brothers. He will seriously feel betrayed if you do so because he only watches these kinds of shows with you: the cute animal ones that are actually wholesome and/or funny.

The whole family is into Studio Ghibli, and he is no exception. He feels like it’s the best kinds of anime to watch with you when you guys just want to turn in for the day and huddle up on the couch. It’s one of the rare times he relaxes and softens and he’s glad to have quality time with you. <3

Duke Thomas

He likes anime! Studio Ghibli is definitely a favourite of his and he would gladly watch it together with you! He also love a fair bit of Shounen animes, the more popular ones like Jujutsu Kaisen, One Piece, Haikyuu, or Spy x Family. He likes them a lot!

A big fan of romance animes too: Ouran High School Host Club and The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya (if you two are in the mood to huddle on the couch together and cry).

Duke doesn’t mind any kind of anime so long as it doesn’t have too much horror or gore like… Higurashi. He gets chills when that anime is mentioned. D-Don’t watch it for your own sake if you don’t know. And if you do, avoid it with him at all cost because he will.

Duke also like singing some good anime songs with you and you guys can go crazy and dance around, just not as dramatic as Dick.

He would be super excited to spend a date with you watching shounen anime movies like from Jujutsu Kaisen and he would be so hype to spend time with you being a fanboy while also sharing that romantic air for the shared love of anime between you two and the love that you two share, although that love is far stronger. <3

Reblogs help! ^^

[beerok23]

The Grass is Always Greener - Ch. 1

It’s almost Christmas in Whickber Street, a quiet neighborhood in the little town of Tadfield. Mr Brown sees the upcoming holiday as the perfect chance to throw a party to impress Mr Fell, the charming bookseller who lives next door. He must deal with Mr Crowley, though, an annoying astronomer who moved to Tadfield five years prior and became best friends with Mr Fell. Mr Crowley and Mr Fell both secretly wish that their relationship was something more, but they are two idiots, so they keep on pining for each other under the scrutiny of Comma, Crowley’s very insightful cat. ~ A Good Omens Christmas AU ~

A huge shout out to my Beta @hermiola 💛💛💛

For @pookasluagh, @ineffablerainstorm and @somewhere-in-wales

Excerpt from Ch. 1 - Utterly Ridiculous

“It’s the most — wonderful Christmas instalment I’ve ever seen, Crowley.” Mr Brown tried to ignore the fact that his response was coming along with the chorus of Somebody To Love – and was that a blush on Mr Fell’s face? “How did you build this up on your own? I’m pretty sure this wasn’t here yesterday.” Mr Fell looked extremely impressed. And also in awe. How Mr Crowley hadn’t realised that their neighbour was obviously enamoured of his presence was a mystery worthy of being studied. “Oh. Well, uhm. You know. Yeah, mmm, I just… I worked on it last night.” “Sounds like an impossible job for only one person,” Mr Fell noticed. “Not impossible, no. Just… intricate.” “I didn’t picture you as a modern music lover, Mr Fell.” Mr Brown interjected, trying to spark his interest (to no avail), but sparking one of Mr Crowley’s infamous glares, instead. “Oh, well, I’m not a fan of… bebop, per se,” Mr Fell elucidated, immediately thwarting Mr Crowley’s attempt to retort, “But I’ve become quite accustomed to Queen. Sometimes it feels like it’s the only music that Crowley’s car likes playing.” Mr Brown ignored the fact that Mr Fell was talking about an inanimate vintage Bentley as if it were a sentient being. “It’s rock, Aziraphale, for god’s sake!” Mr Crowley immediately moved his tongue in his mouth as if he was trying to deal with the lingering of a very bad taste. “And to be fair… it is a bit loud, my dear.” Oh, Mr Brown would have given an arm to be called that. But he was already sadly and pathetically aware of the fact that the possessive adjective only applied to a scrawny-man-in-black. Another thing that the idiot hadn’t realised yet, apparently. Perfect, now the idiot was smiling that smug smirk of his. Mr Crowley manifested a remote control from a pocket of his far too light jacket (it was December, how could he cope with going around almost undressed?!) and pressed a combination of buttons. The music changed, and Queen gave way to a very soft and mellow piano track. Mr Fell recognised it immediately and put his hands on his cheeks. Brown couldn’t tell if they’d just reddened for the cold or because he was blushing. “Oh, Crowley! It’s Debussy.” Brown witnessed impotent as Mr Fell gawked at Mr Crowley with that look in his eyes. “I asked the project designer to add a second combination to play at night. I didn’t want Freddie’s vocals to keep the whole neighbourhood perpetually awake for a month.” “Debussy’s Clair de lune is my favourite piano piece.” Mr Fell’s hand was metaphorically on his heart, now. “I know,” came Mr Crowley’s bashful answer. Mr Brown sighed in exasperation. You see, one could only stand a certain dose of languid looks of understanding between these two idiots. And when you were forced to witness such knowing looks day after day, after day… Well, let’s just say you would have developed a slight idiosyncrasy towards redheads too.

[onceuponapuffin]

Fanatic Intervention Part 5!!

Hiya! Sorry about the delay! Life got in the way there for a bit ^_^" But I am here! With Part 5!!

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Crowley had liked Hozier (although Take Me To Church, predictably, wasn’t his favourite), and after whining at Aziraphale that it’s nooooooot ‘bebop,’ you finally managed to get an admission that all right, it wasn’t all that terrible. You took the win.

But the dance party couldn’t last forever. There’s still a world to save, after all.

And so, all of you sat, thumbing through Revelations. Well, Aziraphale and Muriel were. You and Crowley had given up on the fancy Bible-ness of it and googled the Cliff Notes version.

“Ugh,” You say, “John really hated the Romans.”

“Well, yes,” says Aziraphale, “He had decent enough reason, though, as far as humans go.”

“What, he hated indoor plumbing and heated floors?”

“Actually, he hated people of the Christian faith being arrested, tortured, and killed for their beliefs.”

“Oh….yeah that makes sense,” You say, and after a moment you add “...Sorry.”

“That’s quite alright,” Aziraphale replies kindly, “He wrote Revelation as a way to reassure Christians that all of their suffering would mean something in the end. That it must be part of the Great Plan.”

“The Ineffable Plan, you mean,” chimes in Crowley with a smirk. Aziraphale rolls his eyes.

“Yes, that one,” he replies. You notice the microscopic-Michael-Sheen-ian smile on his face as he says it. Honestly, the resemblance is uncanny. Aziraphale continues. “He wanted Christians to feel heard, and to encourage them to hold fast to their faith.”

You pause for a minute before saying anything. Then you remember a tumblr post or something from forever ago.

“Santa Claus,” You finally say. Crowley spurts wine from his nose, and begins to laugh. Aziraphale is confused.

“I beg your pardon?”

“It’s like Santa Claus,” You say again, “Like ‘be good, and you’ll get presents! it’s almost Christmas Eve! Santa’s watching!’ You know?” You look at Aziraphale imploringly. Crowley is still laughing. Aziraphale doesn’t look impressed.

“I think that’s rather an over-simplification.”

“Am I wrong?”

“…..It’s...it’s not...That’s not how it works!”

“Oh, okay, so I’m wrong then.”

“Sounds about right to me!” Crowley calls with glee from the other side of the room. Aziraphale looks all flustered, his face beginning to go red. Crowley hands him a glass of wine and Aziraphale downs it in one go.

Okay, winding him up is a great deal of fun, and so easy, but I’m guessing, dear Reader, that you love Aziraphale just as much as I do. You don’t actually want to hurt his feelings. Thus you decide to concede the point.

“So,” You say, “He said he had a dream about things getting really bad and then Jesus coming back and saving everyone.”

“In a nutshell, yes,” Aziraphale sighs, clearly relieved to be back on topic. You think back to old interviews with Neil and Terry about their back-then-hypothetical sequel would look like.

“Okay, well the only thing I know about it was something about it taking place in America. I read in an old interview somewhere that Jesus was meant to descend from the heavens in a private jet with a bunch of like...bodyguard angels or something.”

“America? Again? I mean really.”

You shrug. “Neil Gaiman really likes America.”

“But it doesn’t have to be,” says Muriel now, flipping back through their notes, “You said that the sequel was never written, and the third...season?was still being written too when you left. And you said that book isn’t the same as what happened in the tv show, or the radio show, or the musical. So how do we know it would be the same here?”

They make a good point.

“Maybe ask that author of yours,” says Crowley, looking over from his drink, “You said he answers questions sometimes. Who would he be to deny,” he swishes his glass around with what you suppose is meant to be grandeur, “The Famous Crowley and Aziraphale?” He empties his glass.

“Anathema might be able to find him,” You say after a while, “Jesus, I mean. She did a good job finding everything in Armageddon Part 1. Or Adam. I mean, Jesus is supposed to be all about love, right? Maybe we can convince him not to, you know, end the world.”

Aziraphale hums to himself. “Revelations states that Armageddon is meant to be started by the seven angels of the church, bringing together seven keys. I mean, John could be wrong of course, but I wonder...Could one of you find me a map and search these names? I might have an idea why Mr. Gaiman wanted to set The Second Coming in America.”

Good Reader, guess which country contains cities named after 5 of these 7 angels. I’ll give you three guesses, but you’ll only need one.

And so now we have three directions we can take this story in.

❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ 🖤

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[hikarry]

Consider: Aziraphale finding out about the Montero video clip

"Angel!" Oh dear. Whenever he sounded this excited it was never good news. "Do yourself a favor and sit down, yes?"

"Yes. Good morning to you too, my dear."

"Uhum." Aziraphale was not exactly used to being manhandled, but whatever was on Crowley’s mind and was causing whatever frenetic energy this was, made him very inclined to indeed force the angel to sit down on the big chair, holding him by the shoulders and pushing him down very unceremoniously. "I found something hilarious."

"Is that so?" Crowley sat on the arm of the chair, crossing his legs in a probably not very comfortable position, but after 6000 years Aziraphale was of the opinion the demon had not a single bone in his corporation.

With a swift motion he grabbed his phone from his back pocket and typed something quickly. Aziraphale was looking at the phone, more out of politeness than anything else. He had no idea what was going on on that tiny screen.

"Yes." Crowley couldn't help but snort, even though the supposedly funny thing was not on display yet. "It's a song. An oldish one at that, I don't know how I didn't find it earlier."

"Oh, bebop?" The angel let his body relax against the back rest of the chair. "You know you and I have very different tastes when it comes to music."

The demon clicked his tongue in response, quite clearly not paying enough attention to form proper words. He snorted again when he finally found whatever it was he was looking for.

"The song isn't the point. It's catchy, but not my thing." He leaned over Aziraphale, arm against arm, putting the phone in front of both of them. "I will give you 5 seconds to guess what is it we are looking at."

"5 seconds? That's sound a little unfair, don't you th-" Too late, the video had began. Aziraphale actually made an effort to try and amuse Crowley, just this once. There were a lot of clouds and very vibrant colors. Some type of garden with Greek like ruins. "A garden? In Greece?"

"A garden, yes. In Greece, no. Keep watching. Last chance."

The video kept rolling and Aziraphale could physically feel how constricted like a spring ready to jump Crowley was becoming beside him.

"Oh, a snake! It has your colors, doesn't it? Are black and red snakes natural in nature?"

"Focus, angel."

Right, focus.

"It's a big snake."

"Yes. A snake. In a garden. Hm?"

"Yes, I can see it, Crowley. I'm not-" Okay, yes. Snakes didn't usually turns into humanoid creatures. In a garden...gasp. "Is this supposed to be the Garden of Eden?! And you?!"

"No, not me. Inspired by me, more like. But yes! Exactly!"

"The Garden didn't look anything like that. Greek architecture had not been invented back then yet."

"And pink grass had?"

"...Do I show up?"

"Nah. There's enough songs about angels."

"I beg to-." Right, stuff was going down hill. "They...turned you quite sexual, didn't they?"

"Not me. Inspired by me." Yes, details. "And I am the demon of Temptation. What's more tempting than sex?"

"A good Oscar Wilde first edition, for starters." Aziraphale mumbled, but Crowley clearly heard.

"Right. Oscar Wilde. I thought we were talking about me."

"I thought you said it wasn't you?"

"Ngk. Technically not me. Anyway, that's what I wanted to show you. But-" He pulled the video forward slightly. "Let me show you what humans are doing with the imagery of Lucifer nowadays."

"Is he...going to Hell down a pole?"

"You've heard of pole dancing?"

"Yes. Mrs. Sandwich enlightened me." The angel adjusted the glasses on his nose, leaning slightly forward so he could look closer at the video. "Didn't you have some boots like those back in the 80s?"

"Myeah. Similar."

"I never saw you wearing them again. Whatever happened to them?"

"Probably in the flat somewhere. I haven't been female for a hot second."

"Your point?"

Crowley looked down at him, an eyebrow raised in confusion.

"What?"

"Are you saying you can't wear them anymore because you've been male for 4 decades?"

"Well-"

"Correct me if I'm mistaken, but," he pointed at the video. "That looks like a young man to me."

"Hm. Touché."

"What is he doing now?"

"That's called a lap dance."

"He is dancing in the lap of Satan?"

"Maybe he would have been a better boss if he had been given a couple of lap dances between the millennia."

"...is this allowed?"

"I don't see why not. I like the sense of humor." As the video ended, he put it back again on his back pocket.

"I was right. It was bebop."

"As I said: not my thing either." Aziraphale folded his hands on his lap, the movement being closely watched by the demon besides him.

"I see you are still inspiring generations. Humans always did make interesting artwork with your resemblance." Crowley didn't answer. Aziraphale stayed quiet a couple more moments, waiting for him to say something. "Crowley?"

"Yeah. So. Hm." He seemed to have been snapped out of his own thoughts, laying his hands on his knee and slightly leaning towards the angel. "About those boots-"

[nosferatini]

The Sound of Lyrics

A Belated Fluff Fest musical comedy fic for @sohoscribblers !

4.1k words - And not a trigger in sight.

🎧Recommended listening: Sound of Lyrics Soundcloud Playlist

Summary:

Crowley and Aziraphale are surprised to find the Metatron in the bookshop one fine Friday morning, but things proceed a little differently than the original Ineffable Plan. The angels depart, leaving Crowley anxious to get back to the flat and Aziraphale anxious to get back to his music.

Crowley might have been a little disappointed that they hadn’t wound up doing drunken breakfast at the Ritz, but he rather fancied emptying his plants and moving back in.

Nina and Maggie might have spoken to Aziraphale about the whole “talking” thing, but they found the bookshop quite decidedly locked.

So, they’re still not talking, per se. But perhaps, with the right persuasion… they will sing.

Excerpt:

Aziraphale eyed the record player over the rims of his spectacles. It was skipping; which would be nothing, if he weren’t an angel whose divine presence precluded such an occurrence. His records never skipped. Not since the invention of records.

He left the glasses at the desk and stepped toward the table. He stood there, doing his best at menace, yet his uncharacteristic scowl did nothing to deter it.

“What’s gotten into you?” he asked, as if the record had an excuse.

The golden hue of the bookshop flickered in time with the scratching repetitions of that single, unflattering note of Schubert’s Symphony No. 5.

“Oh, for goodness sake,” he tutted, rolling his eyes. “Crowley, did you hex the record player?”

Now, the skipping seemed to become… musical. Aziraphale stared in fascination as the scratches became notes and the repetitions took on a rhythm of their own. Crowley was certainly to blame. The record now sounded decidedly bebop, if ever he’d heard it (he hadn’t). So he made his way back to the vintage telephone at his desk.

Crowley would simply have to come by and fix it. What a shame. Aziraphale tempered his smile, pouting as he wrapped a hand around the receiver and ignoring the song in the background.

“I was tired of my lady, we’d been together too long; Like a worn out recording, of a favorite song…”

But as angelic fingers dialed—sliding along the pathways to a number known by rote—the angel’s foot began to tap to the beat. He felt a sudden urge to read the paper. And as he gazed at the one on his desk, the letters of the headline began to shift in parody of the record’s playful masculine voice…

“…If you like Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain; If you're not into yoga, if you have half a brain…”

Aziraphale stared, dumbstruck; slowly reasoning that the editors of The Times hadn’t decided to go tabloid with their paper. This was far more elaborate than Crowley’s usual schemes, and Aziraphale now desperately wished to talk to the demon. In fact, the more he thought about it, the greater his desire to speak… no… to sing, for Crowley.

He could feel the lyrics behind his teeth. His hand grew clammy around the receiver as he bit lips together to withhold the words like a failing dam, when Crowley’s voice drawled:

“…do it with style…”

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[gardenvarietydemon]

I was working on the Ineffables at the same time that I was painting Dolly Parton for my kitchen which led to me imagining them having a Dolly Parton conversation, similar to the Jane Austen conversation.

Aziraphale "oh yes that reminds me of country singer Dolly Parton, of course I mostly know her from her philanthropy more than her music."

Crowley "You mean Dolly Parton a little spitfire who fought her way into hell because she was upset about human suffering and wanted to fight the devil over it? It took 15 of us to pull her off of him we had to show her the paperwork to prove that humans caused most of their own suffering, she said she'd write a song about it but I assumed punk rock or metal?"

"Country I'm quite sure of it." Aziraphale has started to look through an antique record box.

"I've met every punk rocker that's ever lived and she was more punk than any of them, you're sure its not rock?"

"Surely you're thinking of someone else, she's a philanthropist, Crowley. She gives books to children." Aziraphale says as he pulls out a record and turns it for Crowley to see. "Ah, this is the Dolly Parton I'm referring to, not some bebop rocker."

Crowley's face lights up, "Hey! Little Spitfire! So, she gives books to children too? Bit of a dark horse."

Crowley likes 9-5 for the anti establishment vibes. Aziraphale's favorite is love is like a butterfly.

[paperclipninja]

Ok, we know that deliberate choices and references are made in Good Omens, often hinting at what's to come, and I'm sure this has been picked up by someone before but it wasn't for me until now and well, MIND BLOWN.

Just rewatching s2e4 and the opening sequence when Shax pops into the Bentley to remind us all that Aziraphale really is a very bad liar sometimes ('I don't even know a Gabriel!' straight after, ''Gabriel would never go to Crowley!' lol, but I digress...) and yes we get the seed planted that there have been rumours of Aziraphale and Crowley being an item since, oh roughly 1941, but before all that, Aziraphale asks Bentley for some music, 'something modern, but not bebop'. So Bentley obligingly plays 'Moonlight Serenede' by the Glen Miller Orchestra.

The song was recorded in 1939 and was top of the charts and that recording was released by the U.S War Department as Army Theme Song in 1943 (also released as by Navy and Marine Corp) and was re-recorded in 1944 by Glen Miller and the American Band of the Allied Expeditionary Forces - needless to say, it was a very significant wartime tune, so the fact Bentley chooses it is a wonderful nod to the minisode that's about to unfold, set smack bang in the middle of that time. Aziraphale's delight at the choice too, 'oh, perfect', helps reinforce the significance of the flashbacks to WWII in s1 and in this episode.

But that's not all folks. I think it's safe to say that Aziraphale and Crowley's experiences during this period (that we've seen so far -the Blitz and Nazi zombies) seem to coincide with pretty significant moment(s) in their relationship, moments that indicate a shift they are both aware of. So it got me thinking about that song choice at the very start of the episode again. It makes sense that we get a tune that indicates what's to come but also, knowing how layered and clever this show is, what if there's more to it? Spoiler alert: there is!

Turns out, lyricist Mitchell Parish was asked to write lyrics to 'Moonlight Serenade' in 1939, but Glen Miller decided to record it as an instrumental track and it wasn't until 1959 that a version with the lyrics was recorded and became popular. And do you know what the lyrics are about? Friends, this is what they are about:

Look, it could be just me, but WHAT?!!! Are you kidding me?! I mean, it's sublime.

So here's the thing. This could be a nod to the evening we see Crowley and Aziraphale sharing after the magical switcharoo OR, there has been much speculation about a third wartime flashback minisode in season 3 that will provide even more insight into what exactly happened between these two during that time. Either way, it just blows my mind how intentional it all is, how thoughtful. And whether it was a reference to the beautiful shades of grey scene in ep 4 or planting a seed for what's yet to come*, all I can hear right now is - TWO LOVERS. 'nough said.

*can you IMAGINE Crowley seducing Aziraphale with a song or vice versa *dead*

[thattripleabattery]

Hermann: why don’t I put on some music *looks through newts playlist*

Hermann: what’s a velvet underground

Newt: you wouldn’t like it

Hermann: oh, bebop

Newt: *retained 50 psychic damage*

[quinn10121012]

Tagged by @spacepunksupreme !

Last Song: Gone the Rainbow, Peter Paul and Mary. I cry every time…

Last Album: Cowboy Bebop (original motion picture soundtrack). Wonderfully eclectic music for a wonderfully eclectic series.

Last Book: Freeglader by Paul Stewart and Chris Riddel, book 7 of the Edge Chronicles. Compellingly written, lavishly illustrated, and shockingly violent for a young adult fantasy novel. Like, seriously, oh my god.

Last Movie: Alien Covenant, finishing off a big Alien series binge. I did Not like this movie, but at least it didn’t make me want to die like Alien Resurrection did!

Last Show: Bob’s Burgers. Easily one of the best adult animated series on tv right now, and I can’t get enough of it!

Last google search: “Aliens Wiki” - I’ve been doing a deep dive into the Alien series universe alongside the aforementioned movie binge…

Fav Color: Blue!

Relationship Status: Single, and not planning to mingle

Current Obsession: Hard sci-fi worldbuilding, with a side of retrofuturism. When you’ve spent two days working on a quasi-accurate map of space in a sixty five light year radius around Earth in the style of an 80s-era computer graphic, you know you’re lost in the sauce…

Looking Forward To: Finally finishing Zero Point issue two…

Tagging: @todayisfridayincalifornia @linseedling