#THAT wall scene

[captainfantasticalright]

The constant play of light and shadow:

Pinned on a cross- pinned with a kiss.

It speaks volumes that the light in the bookshop is due to Aziraphale being magical. So it is always sunny and the mood there depends on the situation.

Nothing natural about the light, it is always intentional.

[procrastiel]

A few naughty thoughts about Aziraphale /Crowley under the cut, if you please

It’s their game now, Aziraphale calling him ‘nice’. Crowley hears him utter another four letter word into his ear quite often, and smiles to himself every time he thinks about it.

His angel knows all the hidden and forbidden places in his heart, he can pull all the levers at once. And when he does, Crowley can barely manage to keep his corporation together.

His angel, so hot under the covers, so wanting in a long-forgotten Maltese cave, their echoes uniting like their bodies. Him moaning softly in Crowley’s ears near a monastery in the Indian jungle in the depths of night when all God’s creatures are asleep.

His angel, so naughty and sinful. So desperate to please him. And Crowley, just as desperate to please in return, in all the ways the angel can come up with, and more.

He smiles to himself as he watches Aziraphale open his mouth to say the word again. “Nice”. And then, his face changes, he plays angry, and throws him against the wall. But he makes sure their hips touch, to send another message.

[spikeshairgel]

Soooo, imagine: in S1 of Good Omens in THAT wall scene, what if not-nina didn't walk in?

Azira: They're murdering each other?!

Crowley: *sighs* no, they aren't. No one's killing anyone, they're all having miraculous escapes... wouldn't be any fun otherwise.

Azira: You know, Crowley, I've always said that deep down you really are quite a nice-

Crows:*wall slam* Shut it! I'm a demon, I'm not nice, I'm never nice, nice is a four letter word. I will not- *groans* I'm a demon, for hells sake, a devilish representation of hell on earth!

Azira:*looking up at him* oh, Crowley, you are, really-

Crows: I'm evil, damn it, angel! *let's go of Aziraphales coat and slams his hands into the wall on either sides of Aziraphales head*

*they are not a breaths length from each other, Aziraphale starring up at Crowley's expression of fury. This position might have been deemed uncomfortable by anyone passing by, but Aziraphale found it rather natural. The skin of their faces almost touching, the somehow normal feeling closeness, the sight of Crowley's nose scrunching in anger.

Crowly hadn't even noticed the way they were standing there, pushed up against a wall of whatever corridor they were in, Crowley didn't remember. The thought didn't cross his mind until he took a step back, releasing the Angel. He wasn't completely sure why this made him cook with madness as much as it did. He- not the least bit gentle- took his glasses off.*

Crowley: I will never be nice or friendly or Good! I can't be! I- *sighs* It's not part of my job description to care for humans.

Azira: But I know, you-

Crowley: You don't. You could know how it is. The glimpse of falling you got was a sheer figment of your perfect, righteous imagination!

Azira: Well, you said you didn't fall, you "sauntered vaguely downwards"

Crowley: no matter the name, this train has the same destination: eternal Damnation in hell. *he looks down at his hands, seeing the slightly nagged pair of black sunglasses in them. The demon sets them back on his nose as he catches the Angel's gaze again.* Whatever that was... Satan.., who knows We better get on looking for... whatever it is we're looking for. We need to find the boy and we need to find him fast!

*With that, as if nothing was ever said, Crowley turned away and walked down the hallway.

Aziraphale, still pressed tightly to the wall, for no apparent reason at all, gazed at him strutting off. What had just happened, why did it happen and Why didn't Aziraphale mind at all? All those questions required to complex answers for Aziraphale to even bother asking himself them. His subconscious somehow just boiled it down to an almost comforting sense of understanding*

[mirror-mariposa]

Never gonna get over how the anime made this scene just so,, haunting and elevated. Like I love the manga but I love how the anime has taken these scenes and elevated the themes of death and rebirth with simple shots like this and it’s why even after reading all of the manga I still get excited for the anime because I *know* the anime will not only be a faithful adaptation, but also an artistic masterpiece as it uses the medium to its advantage

[technically-human]

St. Hilarion's ghost story

[dilapidatedanchor]

Varric you would have loved fanfiction

[bloobydabloob]

Yellow bird up high in banana treeee

[orionis13]

Jeans that are gonna sell for 300 dollars on poshmark after they kill this old man

[fool-for-luv]

yeah your rituals may be intricate. But have u ever placed a real gun in the hands of your eternal and fated enemy, watched his hands shake as he points it at you, and trusted that he will not let the bullet touch you, all for a magic trick that was your idea in the first place? have u ever seen true fear in his eyes and still known that even without miracles, he will let no harm come to you, even if that harm is only a ridiculous amount of heavenly paperwork?

[divineandmajesticinone]

VAN HELSING (2004) dir. Stephen Sommers

[densewentz]

hey if you guys go back to the scene where the Cat King puts the truth compulsion on Edwin and, after removing it, asks him "now, doesn't the truth feel better?" if you watch carefully you can see Edwin give a tiny shocked and vulnerable little nod right before the Cat King nods back and you TOO can start screaming and crying inconsolably like I am

[dasiesanddarkness]

i know im supremely late to the party but what the fuck do you mean we would have had an explanation behind the little piano melody Wylan plays in episode three. you mean to tell me that there would have been a wylan centric episode. that we wouldve had matthias calling wylan a lamb. we wouldve had jesper getting jealous and confessing his love. we wouldve had a goddamn backstory to his piano tune. and netflix fucking cancelled it? im so pissed im gonna go bite something

[edwinisms]

I feel like in the chaos of things they kinda glossed over possibly the most viscerally horrifying scene and concept in the show, ie; “…where did all the blood go?” “that was the last me,” and charles slowly lifting his lantern up to see the doll spider literally tearing edwin– not just a replica of edwin but literally the body of edwin from just a minute or two earlier– apart limb from limb, torn in half at the waist. then as he moves the lantern a bit to the side he’s met with an entire bloody pile of dismembered, decapitated, eviscerated edwin parts, from god knows how many killings.

like. charles must have persistent fucking nightmares about that right? in the moment he was focused on getting out of there and had to stomach it to move on, but afterwards? i think that must legitimately be the most gruesome, graphic thing he’s ever seen in his entire life/afterlife. i can’t think of anything that could be worse than that. it’s bad enough on it’s own, the live, constant mutilation happening to anyone, but then on top of it all it’s not just anyone– it’s his best friend, the most important person in the world to him.

ghosts can’t exactly sleep, but he must at least get flashbacks, or be triggered on occasion to an extent that makes him feel sick. i dont even know what that'd do to a person honestly, but it'd be hard (if not impossible) even for a pro-internalizer like charles to suppress that memory completely and not be tortured by it for an indefinite amount of time.

[94erz]

j-hope for Esquire

[yrsonpurpose]

[day-dream-fever]

I just really like the idea of them flying together 🥺💙💚