#Bentleys are not that pretty to me

[eefaevie]

✨ my official good omens s3 prediction post ✨

which accidentally I guess comes with a side-order of analysis and a soupçon of meta because I can’t shut up

The quote "The plans for Armageddon are going wrong. Only Crowley and Aziraphale working together can hope to put it right. And they aren’t talking." is intentionally misleading.

I think with Aziraphale gone, Crowley is going to become Grand Duke of Hell. He’s hurt, he’s tired, he’s got nothing to lose anymore. He’s also a bit of a dramatic petty bitch (affectionate), and after suffering what he considers the ultimate betrayal from Aziraphale, he wants to hit him where it would hurt equally by joining the “bad guys” fully. Crowley thinks of himself as unforgivable, and since (in his mind) Aziraphale refuses to “see” him for who he really is, he’s going to force him to by acting out like this (beside the fact that we know that this isn’t actually who Crowley is, but he’s injured and lashing out, even if it hurts himself, too.)

So, that quote. The plans for armageddon are going wrong. as in heaven can’t get it to start. And the only way they CAN get it to start is to get the Grand Duke of Hell and the Supreme Archangel to work together, which they are refusing to do. Think about all those meetings between Gabriel and Beelzebub — those definitely didn’t start off as dates, they were business meetings. And so Aziraphale and Crowley REFUSE to speak to each other (with MAXIMUM pettiness and passive aggressive comedy) because they’re both mad at each other for their mutual miscommunication, but also because they KNOW that if they do work together they’ll end up fucking it up somehow (and actually set the second coming back on track, which they obviously don’t want). The one thing that is a common thread through Good Omens is that Aziraphale and Crowley are actually kind of useless at their jobs, and they usually end up accomplishing the opposite of whatever it is they are supposed to do. Aziraphale is still in the grip of heaven, and can be manipulated — while Crowley is probably still terrified of Satan, and now that he’s kind of recklessly agreed to such a big promotion, that’s now his immediate superior.

(So really, if you’re useless at your job, and consistently do everything wrong, and you’re trying to stop a massive project — the best place to be would probably be in charge of that project, no?)

So anyways, cue Muriel being used for the most immature go-betweens (“Muriel, dear, please tell the Grand Duke that I won’t be able to make our dinner reservation this evening because he is a lying snake.” “Muriel, tell the Supreme Arseangel that I never made the reservation anyways and his holiestness was presumptuous to assume so.” etc etc)

I’m also betting that the Metatron orchestrated his offer to Aziraphale very intentionally, because he knows that they’re each other’s most precious thing, and he knew that raising Crowley would be the best possible offer to get Aziraphale to agree, but also, he knew that Crowley himself would never agree to it. Which left Aziraphale in a tricky position. He’s still too afraid of heaven to back out, and by separating him from Crowley, the Metatron thinks he has succeeded in both eliminating the biggest threat to the second coming (the earth’s only professional apocalypse-thwarters with extremely powerful joint miracles) and planted (what he believes to be) a huge pushover of an angel in the seat of power — essentially a puppet for the Metatron’s commands.

(I’m not even going to get into the alleged threat of the book of life at this point, but that’s it own big bag of worms)

Problem is, the Metatron severely underestimated how much these two are idiots, how far they’re willing to go for love (or how far they’ll go when they believe their love has been scorned), and again, I cannot stress this enough — how much they’re both idiots.

Crowley accepting the position of Grand Duke seems out of character, until you realize it absolutely is not. (The same thing goes for Aziraphale accepting the position of Supreme Archangel, btw.) With everything else happening, it’s going to be effectively Crowley’s only option — Aziraphale is gone, the second coming is coming, and there’s a convenient little vacancy at the top of Hell’s hierarchy. He’ll take it because he’s upset and hurt by Aziraphale, but he’ll also take it because he’s angry, and it’s the only way he can possibly have any impact on what happens next.

I’d go so far as to say that Crowley loves Earth primarily because he loves Aziraphale, and Aziraphale loves Earth. Crowley is always the one to suggest running away when the going gets tough, because his top priority is always Aziraphale’s safety. If the Earth ends up a casualty, well, boohoo, at least he’s got his Angel with him. Now, though, he’s got no Aziraphale — so what’s the point in sticking to Earth? Remember how he pretty much immediately gave up on stopping the apocalypse when he thought Aziraphale was dead? Yeah. (In fact, he probably realizes very quickly that if he wants any hope of having Aziraphale back and sharing their lives together — this time for real — he has to take drastic measures to make sure Earth and humanity survives. He’s an optimist, and he’s also selfish.)

So, surprise, Metatron! You just took these two will-they-won’t-they eternal virgins and made them business partners. Which is an issue.

Because remember, for one supreme archangel to fall in love with the grand duke of hell during dubious business meetings makes a good story. For it to happen twice makes it look like there is some kind of… institutional problem.

We’ve taken the “workplace” in “workplace comedy” and dialled it up to 12. Now it’s not two salarymen from rival companies just kinda begrudgingly doing what they’re told until they don’t, it’s two high-ranking executives from rival companies who’ve decided they’re in love with each other, they’re done with this shit, and they’re taking the whole industry down from the inside.

Never forget that Good Omens is, at its core, a comedy. I believe we will get the romantic south down ending, for sure, but the path to get there is going to be a farce. They’re not talking — perhaps only in the business sense — so who knows the hijinks and shenanigans and making out they’re going to make everyone around them put up with this season. Aziraphale orchestrated an entire Jane Austen ball for Crowley before they’d even touched mouths. They’re going to be insufferable and I’m praying for Muriel’s sanity.

Finally, the final element of my prediction: Jesus will be there, probably. Maybe even Adam, too! Maybe it’ll even be lost celestial baby pt. 2: electric boogaloo. (as you can see my priorities are mostly regarding what happens with Aziraphale and Crowley lmao)

(and also, you know that dinky little half miracle they pulled together for jimbo? They were a couple of nobodies then. Imagine a full-powered joint miracle between a Supreme Archangel and a Grand Duke?)

(…Imagine a full-powered joint miracle between two supreme archangels and two grand dukes? 👀 ok ok who knows but also I’m not convinced we’ve seen the last of beez and gabe)

ok bye ❤️

[isa-ah]

plurals who follow me. describe the headspace as u see it in ur minds eye 🫵

[seraf-mina]

so, crowley's bentley

we know he got it new. in the book, he says “I had it from new, you know. It wasn’t a car, it was more a sort of whole body glove.”

we also know it was a 1933 model (in the TV show at least)

now remember s2 ep3, the ✨our car✨ conversation, when aziraphale wanted to drive it to edinburgh, and crowley asked whether he even knew how to drive. aziraphale responded that he got his license 90 years ago

if we assume that s2 takes place contemporaneously with our timeline (we know there was a pandemic in GO universe so i feel it's justified), that means aziraphale got his license the same year crowley got his bentley

aziraphale got his driving license the same year crowley got his bentley!!

[imthebentley]

Who's more fun to have in the driver's seat: Aziraphale or Crowley?

UNBELIEVABLE

You come here, anon, and ask me this spicy question on the very day both Crowley and Aziraphale are being super nice about me.

I see you, villain!

Stay off the roads

Also my answer, to your question, is him:

[asaltedpen]

It's the 60s

Crowley picks up Ms. Fell in the Bentley and the radio suddenly blasts You Really Got Me by the Kinks as Azirphale walks to the curb.

It startles Crowley from thoughts that had gone spiraling.

[robertdownerjunior]

i think we run low on azi being a simp content.

like yes as a crowley kinnie i can confirm he's the most horrendously down bad gay bitch in the planet and i love her for it <3

but azi is also so horrendously down bad as a crowley lover i can confirm if i was alloallo i would be simping for him so azi must be.

could you imagine??? seeing turtleneck crowley??? in real life???

have you seen the looks azi gave him while crowley was talking about love and shit.

give me the content. hand it over. i need it rn rn.

[beachback]

I propose officially that the Bentley get yellow wheels in season three of good omens

[tiredtay]

Im casually losing my mind again aziraphale changed the Bentley to yellow and said it was pretty… CROWLEYS EYES ARE THE SAME GOD DAMN SHADE OF YELLOW AS THE BENTLEY SOMEBODY SEDATE ME

[prettycottagequeer]

ok maybe I'm a little late to this BUT I'm gonna do a to-do list motivation thingy because I've had the worst two weeks since I started college :)

SO these I should start on asap:

50 I make the snack I really want but I haven't had the motivation to make

100 I clean my dorm. another thing I've been meaning to do for a week

150 I do the presentation about mid-victorian fashion I've been putting off (due Monday)

200 I start memorizing the monologue that was due a week ago (now due Tuesday)

these can wait longer:

300 I spend time outside. It's so nice but I'm getting stuck scrolling because I feel like shit. vicious cycle ect

500 I start setting a better weekend routine (aka getting up before noon)

1k I start working out again. I was doing a routine to get more masc and build muscle and I liked it but life hit me like Crowley driving the Bentley and I've missed like 3 weeks

2k I buy my first binder. I've been coping with sports bras for almost a year now and I haven't been able to justify spending $50+ on a binder even though I know I'd love it and use it everyday.

Do I tag people? I don't know but I'm going to. @the-globe-theatre-maggot @weirdly-specific-but-ok @howmanyholesinswisscheese

here's just some context if you want to read, feel free to skip. some of this I've talked about in the maggot server, some I haven't, but I really just need a place for this to go that's out of my head. tw homophobia, transphobia, car crash(??)

How I Have Been Run Over By The Bentley Going 90 In Central London What Feels Like 50 Times In The Last Two Weeks

I'm going to college about 4 hours away from my parents, and it's been really nice. They.. suck, to say the least. transphobic/homophobic ect, super traditional conservative catholic, racist, all of it. so i tried to move somewhere where I wouldn't have to think about them and I could be myself and do what I can to be happy. March 1st was the start of my spring break, which meant going home because the dorms close. I was already not excited, but I was prepared. the problem with being away from home is I forget just how bad they are. My optimism gets the better of me and I think maybe this time they'll be better. so I decided to not hide my septum piercing.

that was a mistake. it starts a whole fight where they say we know you're trans, you're actually a girl and you always will be, we have the bones argument, they think I'm being influenced by demons or something (if only they knew about crowley) because I want to change my name, and they tell me that going on t will completely ruin my body and give me cancer and other things. They're also mad about my dyed hair, septum, and general style, and say I'm setting a terrible example for my (5) younger siblings and make it a point to tell me just how much of a disappointment I am. I think I'm pretty cute and fun but y'know, whatever. very fun time. I lie so much, don't give them any more details about my identity, and say I'm not planning to go on t to save my ass. which is all on instinct which makes me feel worse because if I'm really trans I should be able to stand up for that, right? maybe I'm faking the dysphoria.

the next morning I wake up really sick, and spend the rest of the week sick and feeling like shit because I'm home and back in the same place and situation I was a year ago that I thought I escaped. at one point I pretty much lose my voice but also kind of get gender euphoria from it. it's weird.

On Friday it's time for me to drive back 4 hours to school, and I make it about 3/4 of the way when google maps takes me on a random gravel road and I crash my car, really crash my car, like sideways-in-a-ditch-windows-broken-crawling-up-out-the-door crash it in the middle of nowhere. (I was fully paying attention to the road, it was raining and super slick) I call my parents because I have no one else to call and I sit in a Subway for 3 hours while they drive to get my car. when they get there they're (understandably) really mad, and they tell me that I'm not mature enough to be going to school so far away and I need to get my shit together and stop depending on them. which. is probably true. but made me feel even more stupid about the fact that I crashed my car. I get back to school and I'm still Very Sick with no energy or motivation to do anything. So I've spent the last week trying to get better and honestly to do anything. it hasn't really worked. I'm a lot better health-wise (Not emotionally), still sick but I have a lot of work due, so I really need a push to get started

[lonicera-caprifolium]

Okay, so!!!! This post will have spoilers for the very end of Good Omens season 2, but I have a theory about that ending and I'll explain--

Something was bothering me, so I just went back and watched the ending like actually 30 times and I am fully 99.999999% certain they switched places

As they're pulling away after the kiss, they lock eyes and Aziraphale's expression shifts in the teeniest tiniest way, like a confirmation glance, before they shift back (and Michael Sheen is a master, so no chance it's not on purpose)

(Like really, go back and watch how Aziraphale's expression shifts literally *a second* before "I forgive you" cuz the change is SO minute, but entirely different emotionally.)

Aziraphale's hands -stay by his sides- after that, he doesn't clasp them at all, and it's particularly noticeable while he's walking to the elevator with Metatron.

The Bentley only ever plays other music for Aziraphale, but also Crowley drives away slowly, but ALSO Crowley's collar is fully turned down but you -can- see bits of the red underside in several scenes (particularly before he changes in heaven), but you don't see it -at all- after the kiss

And Aziraphale's face IS weird in the elevator like everyone says, BUT. after going back and watching both, I'm pretty darn sure that's cuz it's Michael Sheen's Crowley, it's the SAME as during Aziraphale's trial in season 1.

This also explains why they're on opposite sides than they're usually shown while the end credits roll.

[and-his-hands-were-24-crows]

This is my copy of Good Omens. It was like this when I got it, sometime back in the 90s. Probably came from a library sale or something similar.

I take very, very good care of my books, but I sincerely love how absolutely wrecked this copy is. Whenever I read it, little pieces of the cover flake off. It's so part of how the book *is* to me that pristine, new copies weird me out.

Anyway, I'm pretty sure this one did time in the Bentley. This is, in all likelihood, what would actually happen to a book that got left in there.

[mayumania]

sometimes i am very sad but today i took bentley out his tank so he could run around but instead he just clinged onto my chest as i slowly pet him and we stayed like that until he got too cold and i know lizards cant feel love or whatever but bentley makes me feel loved. he trusts me even tho hes a lil man and i think thats what i live for

[dramaticmotionblur]

reblogging this post i did june of 2021 to see what i guessed (sort of) accurately

1. no (but we did see those strobes of light from god when talking to job so close enough?)

2. sadly not

3. kinda? i mean it was proposed but no

4. uh no

5. YES !!!

6. no but he did say some hurtful things…

7. yes? no? yes and no? in a way?

8. yes! but with jim!

9. nope

10. YES YES YES YESSSS

Predictions for Good Omens Season 2:

1. the narrator/god will take on a physical form

2. aziraphale trying on crowley’s glasses (idk it’s cute)

3. a second apocalypse (??)

4. RETURN OF THE FOUR HORSEMEN!! (in different forms i’m guessing)

5. more wing screen time !!

6. MORE AZIRAPHALE CURSING (and crowley’s reaction to it lmao)

7. beelzebub and gabriel teaming up to defeat aziraphale and crowley

8. drunk moments with rambling like a lot of rambling

9. also it’d be fun if the waiters at the ritz already recognize them and know what they’ll order

10. arizaphale car.

[multifandomgirl08]

Mommy and Me [Mini Verstappen Series]

Dad!Max Verstappen x Mother!Reader (Established Relationship)

Summary: Late one evening after dinner Y/N brought up the idea to Max for her to take Nico out for the day.

A/N: Thank you to the Anon that requested this chapter.

Words: 2.8k

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It didn’t take much for Y/N to know that in the last few months since the family had found that she was pregnant again, Nico seemed to be the least excited about there being another baby in the house.

Nico seemed to gravitate towards Max a little more when he was home, and didn’t want to spend much time with her while she was trying to get Nico to play with his little brother.

Late one evening after dinner Y/N brought up the idea to Max for her to take Nico out for the day. Max could stay home with Niki, and her and Nico could go grab lunch and maybe wander around until he got tired or her feet started to hurt too much. Nico needed her attention since everything was going to get crazy again when the new baby came.

“You’ve noticed that?” Max asked.

“Yes,” She replied. “He needs some time with me, and I’ve just been spread so thin with everything.”

Max had agreed with her.

“Okay,” He said. “Niki and I can spend the day together doing manly things, like eating and then taking a nap before I need to change out the lightbulbs in the hallway.”

She let out a laugh before kissing Max in thanks. “I wouldn’t know what I’d do without you.”

Saturday morning, Y/N woke up early and fed Niki like she normally would before waking up Nico and asking him to get dressed. She heard him sluggish get out of bed before settling Niki into bed with Max before taking a quick photo of them two of them sleeping.

She had taken her keys and her bag, straightening the dress that she was wearing. “Nico,” She said, looking for him. He didn’t seem that happy to be pulled out of the house.

“Where is Papa?” He asked, kicking his sneaker covered feet against the flooring. “Papa is going to stay home with Niki today so we can spend the day together.” She could see Nico’s eyes light up for a moment. As soon as she saw that, his excitement seemed to disappear.

“We’re not buying baby things are we?” His shoulders were slumped forward at the question.

“No, I figured we could get a late breakfast and go see the boats.” Nico had asked her about seeing the yachts after she had mentioned at dinner that one of her clients designed mega yachts for a living. She had promised him that although they wouldn’t be able to get on one of the big ones like at the Monaco yacht show, they would still get pretty close and take a good look.

“The big boats?” He asked as a follow up.

“Yes, the big boats.” That seemed to reinvigorate Nico’s excitement. He jumped off the couch and walked to the side door so they could get into her car. She let Nico choose between the Aston Martin and the Bentley keys. He pulled the key with the big white B logo on it, so she put the other key back in the bowl before unlocking the navy blue car.

Nico moved to get into the back seat and he insisted on doing up his own car seat. She had started the car and drove the half hour drive to a place that closed at 1 pm after lunch. She occasionally glanced into the back seat using the rearview mirror. Nico seemed to be looking out as they passed by other cars. There was someone driving a yellow Lamborghini, and it was quickly followed by a bright blue Bugatti.

“Mama,” Nico said with his fingers pressed up against the window. “How come Papa doesn’t have a car like that?”

She was stopped at a redlight and saw that Nico had pointed to a green Koenigsegg that someone was getting out of.

“I don’t know,” Between her and Max, they weren’t looking to buy another car, especially one that wouldn’t fit the kids in it. “Maybe Papa has all of the cars that he wants.”

Nico looked a little deep in thought when she glanced back at him in the mirror.

“You have your toy cars, right?” She asked. She knew that Nico had toy versions of a few of the cars that were actually in the garage, like Max’s Aston Martin Valkyrie. Nico had asked Max if he could sit in it and pretend to drive it while Nico was in Max’s lap. Max had never taken Nico to the test track back in the Netherlands, it was always something Max did with his friends when he had time.

Nico gave a small nod back.

“Well, so does Papa. He just gets to drive them when he’s not working.” The light had turned green.

A bit later, she and Nico had made it to the restaurant and had asked for a table outside that looked out towards the Monaco Yacht Club so Nico would look at the boats. Someone had come out to take their order. Nico had gotten orange juice and pancakes, and Y/N had gotten a decaf latte, and eggs benedict.

Nico kept looking out at the yachts while they were waiting for their drinks, and Y/N had told him about a few of the ones that she had seen the inside of. Nico seemed interested as she talked about the large living areas, built in jacuzzis, and luxurious bedrooms. It was like living in a fully staffed house out on the water.

“Can we stay on one?” He asked as the drinks got delivered.

“Papa and I can talk about it after the baby comes.” They hadn’t taken a vacation since after Niki had been born, maybe it would be something to consider since they wouldn’t have to fly anywhere and wouldn’t be in a hotel. Rented yachts also came staffed with a crew and a chef. Definitely something to consider then.

Nico seemed to slump forward in his seat again. Ah yes, the baby.

“Nico, you’re not happy about getting another brother?” She asked.

Nico shook his head no.

“Can you tell me why?”

It took Nico a little while, he was still pouting and started playing with the napkin that was folded into some design, he pulled it off the table and pulled it apart until it was a nothing but a cloth white square. She was being patient waiting until he spoke. He eventually pulled the fork from the table and into his lap, turning it around a few times before placing it back.

“Is it because Papa and I are already busy with you and Niki?” She had asked.

Nico shook his head yes.

“You and Papa…” He started. “We don’t do fun stuff anymore.”

They didn’t do anything fun anymore? Yes, they were home a lot more, Sylvie had taken over driving Nico to primary school in the mornings last month, but Y/N still picked him up at the end of the day before starting dinner.

“We don’t watch movies anymore,” Nico said, crossing his arms. “And you get up too early now.”

Yes, it was true. On Thursday night’s if there was a race that weekend, Nico used to get to stay up a little later to watch a movie with her and Max before he needed to go to bed. Niki had taken that spot since it was normally when he would eat his dinner and Sylvie would leave for the day. And on weekends, when Sylvie wouldn’t be over at the house, Y/N had to get up and feed Niki at 8am so Nico wouldn’t sneak into the master bedroom to sleep in with her and Max for a few more hours.

“Well, we can start to do movie night again after the baby is born.” She couldn’t promise that she and Max would be able to stay awake for a hour and a half movie but they could all sit in bed and watch it together at least.

“And Niki is sleeping through the night more, so on weekends when Papa is home, if you want I can get him to feed Niki instead.” When the new baby was home, Sylvie would be back in the house 6 days instead of the 5 she had been working after Niki had turned 1.

Nico still didn’t seem all that happy. He took a sip from the tall glass and Y/N carefully watched so he wouldn’t spill all over his white shirt.

“Can we watch Papa’s races together again?” She felt a small pang in her chest remembering that she used to sit with Nico and watch the pre-race show on F1 TV until the race would start, and if the race ran late, would let Nico watch Max podium and then he had to go to bed right after.

Those two to three-ish hours used to be just her and Nico sitting and watching Max do what he loved, but with work getting to her before she went on maternity leave, she had left Nico in the living room watching the race so she could focus on Niki a bit since she was preparing to have one of her colleagues cover for her once the new baby was going to be there.

“I’ll do my best to try,” She knew that it wasn’t much of a promise. “Papa is leaving for a race next weekend, you can come drop him off at the airport with me, and on Saturday, if you remind me I’ll put Nikita to bed a little later and we can watch the race together.”

Nico nodded at her before both plates were placed on their table. They ate through their brunch and sat and watched the boats for a little while longer. Nico seemed to be more animated as they sat at the restaurant before he dropped his head to her arm after he cleared most of his plate.

“Time to go home?” She asked him. Nico gave a small nod pushing his plate away that had a few small pieces of his pancakes left.

She paid the bill with her black card and clasped Nico’s hand in hers as they walked back to the car. The drive home was rather quiet unlike when they had driven to the restaurant. Nico seemed a little more settled once they had walked through the front door of the house.

Nico ran through the front door to the left. She had dropped her keys into the bowl, and placed her bag on the console, and then kicked off the low heels that she had been wearing. She followed him into the living room to see Max on the floor with Nikita on his play mat holding up a blush toy.

Max was asking Nico how brunch was, and Nico broke into a ramble about seeing the boats. She had managed to pull a chair up towards the boys, knowing that Max’s eyes followed her, she could silently hear him remind her that she shouldn’t be lifting anything. She moved to sit in the chair and Nico did his best to sit next to her given the size of her belly.

It was a few moments later that Max went to put Niki down for his nap, Nico went into his room and came back out with his box of colored pencils and coloring book while she sat in the living room waiting for Max to come back upstairs.

Max sat next to her, and they both occasionally looked over at Nico to see what pictures he was coloring in. Nico had stayed sitting at the coffee table with his pencils until he had walked over to her and Max and placed a picture into her lap.

“For you, Mama.” Nico said.

Y/N looked down at the picture of two stick figures, one tall one in a dress, and the shorter one in jeans and a white shirt with a big gray boat in the background. It had the words, Mommy and Me written in the top corner in red.

“Thank you Nico, I’ll make sure to put it on my desk.” Nico drew her pictures all the time, and each time she would normally go in and change out the old one for the newest one that was on the frame on her desk, and then put the old one in a box that she had in her office. 

He reached up for her, and she took him in her arms doing her best to hug him.

It was the following Thursday when you needed to drop Max off at the airport. You had taken Nico and Niki with you. All of you wishing Max luck.

Max had pulled Nico close to him. “Take care of Mama for me, okay?” Max asked Nico. Nico nodded up at him before you felt Nico’s hand in yours, giving it a firm squeeze before he let go. He had hugged Nico and Niki first before drawing his attention to you and the baby in your belly.

“I’ll be home as soon as they let me leave.” He placed a kiss on your forehead and rubbed his hand over your bump which got him a small kick back. Max looked down and kissed you on the lips. You let your arms loosely wrap around him, knowing that he had to leave and you couldn’t keep him here even if you wanted to.

You all stood there watching as Max got onto the plane, and waved at him before the plane was ready to take off.

It was on Saturday afternoon that Nico had reminded you about putting Niki to bed a little later that night. Before you made dinner, Nico had brought your laptop into the kitchen so you could watch qualifying together and try to feed Niki.

You had managed to feed Niki most of his dinner before Q3 started, and sat with Nico through the rest of qualifying before starting dinner.

Sunday morning came around, Nico was still in his room while you fed Niki, and then around 2pm you were in the living room after having placed Niki into his crib for a nap. He would sleep for a while, and then around 5:30 you would need to feed him dinner. It would be a little later than normal, but Nico needed the time with you and you were trying your best to give it to him.

The TV was turned on with the F1 TV pre-race show on, Nico had his team Red Bull shirt on as you both laid on the couch getting ready for the race to start. Eventually Alex Jacques’s voice was making its way through the TV speakers signaling that the race was about to start.

The rest of the race you spent with Nico on the couch watching as your husband drove around the track with your son’s head pressed against your lap. Nico had stayed on the couch watching as Max got sprayed with champagne. You had ordered dinner for you and Nico, feeding Niki in the meantime.

After dinner just before Nico needed to go to bed, you got a call from Max. You had talked for a few minutes before giving Nico the phone so he could tell Max his favorite parts of the race. You could tell that although Max was tired from the race, he was still going to listen to his son and indulge him in his chosen topic of conversation.

It was a few moments later that Max promised that he would be home before Nico woke up in the morning. They both said goodnight before Nico gave you your phone back so he could go brush his teeth and go to bed.

You had talked to Max for a few minutes, hearing Lando, and Ollie Bearman in the background. “Don’t wait for me, I know you have to get up early tomorrow.” Max said before you both had hung up. You would do your best to stay up, but knew that if Max wasn’t home by 1am, you would need to get some sleep.

You stood outside of Nico’s room seeing him climb under his sheets. You had walked into the room and moved to sit on the edge of his bed.

“Thank you for spending the day with me, Mama.”

“Thank you for reminding me, Neeks.” You said, and did your best to kiss him on the forehead before moving out of the room.

You looked at him for a moment. Nico no longer needed you reading him a bedtime story before his eyes were closed to the world until the morning. He settled into his sheets before you turned the lights off, closing his door most of the way.

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I dont think I'll ever be able to get over the "I work in Soho, I hear things," line Aziraphale says in 1967. Cuz like if you exam the scene background for more than a couple of seconds you realize how fucking ridiculous Crowley and Aziraphale are being.

Because, Crowley KNOWS where the bookshop is. Crowley was probably there when Aziraphale came up with the idea and when he chose the property and for sure was there for opening day. Crowley KNOWS it's still there in 1941, they go back at the end of the magic show for wine.

The fucking Dirty Donkey is established as being across the street from the bookshop with a perfect view to the inside during s2e4.

See how the crossed out windows the zombies are looking through are visible through the window over Crowley's shoulder. If Aziraphale were heating up the tea kettle on his little parlor stove, he might even be able to see the pub's entrance or any cars coming up the street.

And I doubt that the pub moved locations in or around 1967 only to be moved back by 2023 so we can safely assume that what's visible in 1941 is visible in 1967 during Crowley's meeting.

I went back to the 1967 bit in s1e3 to figure out where the fuck Crowley is parked and I'm pretty sure the ramp he speaks alone to Shadwell in front of is the same ramp that Marguerite's restaurant has.

And in s2e5, as Aziraphale leaves to invite all the shopkeepers to the 'meeting' we see Marguerite's sign through the windows to the right of the front door.

Which means Crowley's conversation with Shadwell is fucking visible from the front door of the bookshop.

And it also means those fucking strip tease signs that Crowley has parked the Bentley in front of are covering up the record shop and the window over Aziraphale's desk (Which I'll admit, unfortunately means that the ramp isn't visible through the window and might only be seen via the windows of the front door of the shop). Why are these windows covered up? Maybe the set designers wanted to give the illusion that they are on some different part of the street. UNFORTUNATELY I CAN FUCKING SEE THE BOOKSHOP PILLARS IN THE CORNER OF THE SCREEN YOU CANT FOOL ME.

Let's put it all together now: Crowley drives the Bentley, his ICONIC Bentley(no doubt who's fucking Bentley that is if you see it come down the street through the window), just past the bookshop, and parks. He has to get out on the bookshop side of the street and backtrack, PAST THE FUCKING BOOKSHOP DOOR, and to the pub that is in perfect view of one of the (only unblocked) bookshop windows, and has a conversation with a strange man in view of the bookshop's front door.

"I hear things" Aziraphale, baby girl, you didn't have to hear anything you can literally see Crowley at every moment.

And also Aziraphale, you're not off the hook for ridiculousness either. Why the fuck did you teleport into the Bentley. THE BOOKSHOP IS RIGHT THERE. You fucking depraved me of a full cravat outfit shot because you wanted to spookily and mysteriously appear to your beloved demon. YOU'RE KILLING ME AZIRAPHALE.

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[ChillOmenstober] Day 10: "Yellow"

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They have met, a long time ago. But fate doomed them.

In a world where a demon can remember and see his other half.

In a world where his other half would never see nor recognise the demon.

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“Great warrior, I know you didn’t want anything more than the price we had previously discussed for your protection. But my family and I are now back home, safe and sound, and for that I will feel indebted to you forever. Please, accept this small gift.”

Aziraphale was about to object, but when he saw the item his now former client was presenting to him, his words failed him. The old woman had a soft chuckle. Then she took his large, powerful hand in her thin and fragile ones, and put the gift in his wide palm.

“Please. Take it. I specially asked my nephew to craft it while we were traveling. He barely rested at night just to be sure you could have it before your departure.”

Aziraphale looked at the golden chain and its two red and vermeil flowers, a species he couldn’t recall the name. Delicate, marvellous. Obviously expensive. When he accepted a month ago to escort this family of craftsmen and jewellers, he wouldn’t have expected to earn such a chef-d’oeuvre.

“I-I can’t. I have to refuse.”

Yet, he couldn’t keep his mesmerised eyes off it. And the woman seemed not even surprised, wearing a broad and proud smile. 

“You are a trustworthy protector, Sir Aziraphale. During our travel, your focus never broke. Except this time at the Siwa market, when you met that little one who was selling flowers. I saw you buy their entire stock, then giving it all them back and keeping only one flower for yourself. I would bet my best camel that this plant is now dried and well-stored in your package.”

Once again, he found himself unable to speak – the old lady was definitely too much perceptive for her own good. Or maybe it was his entire fault, being too oblivious. Maybe both.

“Please excuse a old hag’s curiousness, but why these flowers?”

He stilled, flabbergasted – he didn't even know why. He stared back at the jewels, made of vermeil and a curious sort of reddish gold, mimicking almost flawlessly the flowers he saw the other day.

“Why these ones? Well, I'm afraid I don’t know.”

Fiery colours – a touch of red, and a wonderful yellow.

“…They’re pretty.”

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