#crowley's dress is from 1928

[aphropanacea]

Ineffable Wives 1920s Version

[dickwheelie]

Day 21: Devil with the blue dress on

For the @ineffable-valentines prompt list!

Kinda cheated on this one; Crowley only wears the blue dress for a hot second.

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“Alright, what do you think?” said Crowley, stepping out from behind the wooden partition.

Aziraphale looked up from his book, and blanched. “Ah. Well. I don’t think it’s—quite your color, my dear.”

Crowley looked down at his outfit: a blue gingham dress, a pair of no-nonsense flats, and a large, white ribbon around the middle to tie it all together. It had seemed like a fine ensemble when he’d left the shop with it.

“What’s wrong with it?”

“As I said, Crowley, it’s the color.” Aziraphale was already looking back down at his book, less out of disinterest and more out of a sense of self-preservation.

Crowley snapped his fingers, and the blue gingham changed to a dark red. “How’s that?”

Aziraphale glanced up quickly. “Well, it’s . . . better.”

“Better,” Crowley deadpanned.

“Fine, it’s terrible,” said Aziraphale, giving in. “And it was terrible before. I’m sorry, my dear.”

Crowley groaned in frustration. “This took me an hour to pick out.” He went back behind the partition and started putting his old clothes back on.

“Crowley, honestly, I don’t think the nanny role is really your thing.”

“Well, would you rather be the nanny?” came Crowley’s muffled voice.

Aziraphale considered it. It wouldn’t be so bad when the boy was a bit older, but as an infant? As a toddler? He shuddered at the thought. He’d had the misfortune of meeting toddlers a handful of times in his existence, and he was amazed that humans kept choosing to have them.

His silence was answer enough; Crowley poked his head around the partition and said smugly, “That’s what I thought.”

“Besides,” Crowley went on after he’d put his usual outfit back on and slunk sideways into his usual chair, “you and I both know that I wear dresses better than you.”

Aziraphale sniffed. “My figure doesn’t agree with most of them, that’s all.”

“Your ‘figure,’” Crowley made air-quotes, “hasn’t agreed with any fashion since 1928.”

Aziraphale shot him a look, but it was hard to argue with him while he was wearing a waistcoat that was literally almost a century old. He changed the subject. “So, you’ll be the nanny then. Did you happen to have a plan B for your, erm, wardrobe?”

“Didn’t think I’d need one,” said Crowley. He mused for a moment. “Maybe I should try aprons.”

Aziraphale had gone back to his book, but he offered, absentmindedly, “Perhaps you ought to change things up completely. Go a whole other direction with it.”

“Hm,” said Crowley. Then, “Hmm . . .”

Aziraphale knew that sound. It was the sound that usually preceded the construction of a demonic freeway, or the destruction of a particularly useful phone network. He looked up sharply. “Crowley.”

Crowley grinned at him toothily. He put on his sunglasses.

“Crowley.”

But he was already halfway out the door. “Back in a tick, Angel!”

Aziraphale smacked himself in the face with his book.

***

“Really Crowley, even for you, this is a tad dramatic.”

“Just keep them closed until I say!” Crowley’s voice came from somewhere off to his left. Not that Azirapale could be entirely sure, because at the moment he had his hands clamped very securely over his eyes.

A few moments later, following some hushed cursing, Crowley’s voice came from directly in front of him: “Alright, you can look . . . now.”

Aziraphale opened his eyes. He blinked. He blinked several more times. “Ah,” he said.

Crowley was wearing a different outfit than before. Really, it couldn’t have been more different. Among other things, he was wearing a blouse tucked into a pencil skirt with a pair of black tights and high heels. And make no mistake, he was wearing it. He was wearing it so thoroughly that it looked about ready to burst.

Aziraphale wasn’t sure what expression was currently on his face, but apparently Crowley thought it was promising. He grinned, and Aziraphale noticed that he’d put on some lipstick. He wondered if there might have been some mascara behind his glasses.

“What d’you think?” Crowley said, teasingly. He turned in place, showing off, and Aziraphale made a rather embarrassing noise. “Angel, you’ve gotta use your words, otherwise how will I know if this was worth the shopping trip?”

Aziraphale cleared his throat. The pencil skirt was—very distracting from the back. “Erm. Well. It’s. Different,” he managed.

Crowley beamed. “Perfect. Thank you, Aziraphale, so very much for your assisssstance.” Purposefully, he drew out this last word into a hiss, and Aziraphale rolled his eyes, even as he felt himself blush.

“Dastardly old serpent,” he said, as Crowley laughed and went to try on his selection of hats. Goodness, but it was going to be a long eleven years.

[get-your-fics]

i love you

Summary: Inspired by the Billie Eilish song, Aziraphale and Crowley unexpectedly run into each other in another era, except this time is unlike any other.

Pairing: Aziraphale x Crowley

Warnings: Lots of fluff, and a little bit of angst for good measure

The air smelled like sweat and perfume and liquor and cologne. The gas lights hanging above cast a warm yellow glow down on the dance floor of crowded bodies, obscuring their faces until they all looked indistinguishable from one another. Some of the girls’ dresses caught the light and reflected it with every twist and spin. The sound of laughter and glasses clinking against one another and the live jazz music up on stage filled the air. The atmosphere was so carefree and jovial, it was hard to see any of it ever coming to an end.

It was hard to see everything ever coming to an end.

The year was 1928, and Aziraphale sat at a black, metal table at the back of the cramped speakeasy, slightly dizzy from the cocktail in his hand. He had to admit, he didn’t think he would enjoy spending time in barrooms like this one, but he found himself indulging in the convivial environment. However, he had his limits. In the past, some people had approached him and asked to buy him a drink or to dance, but he had turned them down. He liked to keep his distance and always observed the activity from afar.

Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he spotted movement at the door to the establishment. He turned his head, and sure enough, he saw it: a tall, lean shadow lurking at the back of the speakeasy and slinking along the walls. It dodged any light that intercepted its path and maneuvered around anyone that came close to it. But Aziraphale knew that was no shadow, but a certain demon he happened to be rather fond of. What was he doing here?

He observed the shadow until it drew close enough to him so it was within earshot. “Crowley!” he shouted over the loud music.

Sure enough, the shadow’s head snapped towards him. There was a moment of hesitation before it stepped into the little pool of light surroundings Aziraphale’s table, revealing itself to be the demon Crowley. His dark red hair was slightly shorter than when he had last seen him, and he had finally gotten rid of those God awful sideburns. He wore an all black, three piece suit and a fedora on top of his head. Even though it was dark inside the barroom, he had his signature sunglasses on to conceal his yellow snake eyes.

“Aziraphale.” There was a tinge of shock to Crowley’s voice, and he looked the angel up and down. “Still the same as always.”

If it weren’t for the dark interior, Crowley would’ve seen the hint of blush that made its way to Aziraphale’s cheeks. He was wearing the same coat he had worn for centuries. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m on an assignment, so I thought I should come and check out the scene.” He shoved his hands in the pockets of his trousers and looked around. “The Americans have had it good for too long. Their time must come to and end.” He focused back on Aziraphale. “What about you?” His eyebrows raised. “You’re not responsible for this, are you?”

“What, me? Oh, no.” He put a hand to his chest and laughed. “My people hate this sort of thing.”

Crowley tilted his head to the side. “Then why are you here?”

“Well, I have to say I do delight in some of the fun. It really is intriguing, the things humans choose to spend their time on.” He folded his hands in his lap.

“Shouldn’t you despise all of this?” He gestured around him to the dance floor. “Isn’t it supposed to be sinful?”

“Oh, my type couldn’t care less about prohibition.” He dismissed his statement with a wave of his hand. “I’m not going to be around for much longer anyway. There’s a man named Alexander Fleming whose about to make a miraculous discovery overseas.” He pursed his lips. “But are you sure it has to end so soon?”

Crowley leaned his shoulder against the brick wall and crossed his arms over his chest. “Believe me, if it was up to me, this would continue for eternity, but orders are orders.” He crossed his ankles. “Don’t worry. I’ll probably just cause a little stock market crash, high unemployment rates for a couple of years. They’ll bounce back in no time.”

Aziraphale nodded his head, swallowing roughly. He didn’t really like the sound of that, but at the same time, there was nothing he could do. “Could I offer you a drink? This place has some of the best moonshine on the black market.”

He shook his head. “You know I don’t like to drink.” He pushed himself off of the wall. “I wouldn’t mind a dance, though.”

His eyes widened. “Need I remind you, angels don’t dance, Crowley.”

“Most angels don’t dance.” He smirked and extended a hand out to him. “But you’re not like most angels, now are you?”

Aziraphale’s gaze flickered down to Crowley’s hand. It looked unassuming, like any other hand made of flesh and bone and muscles and sinews and tendons and veins pumping blood. But he wondered what would happen if he did take his hand. Would he be consumed by hellfire then and there? He reached out his own, his palm hovering above Crowley’s, before finally making contact. He waited to burst into flames, but nothing ever came. The only spark that ignited was the one coming from his skin against his.

“Oh, all right.” Aziraphale smiled. “Just one dance.”

The demon grinned back at him and pulled him to his feet. He dragged him into the middle of the dance floor, dancing bodies surrounding them on all sides. There was no escape, but as Crowley started to move in time to the blaring jazz music, Aziraphale found himself not longing to flee. He started to dance, much more elegantly than his counterpart, though watching Crowley try to match the beat and rhythm of the music with his body put a smile on Aziraphale’s face.

He quirked a brow at him. “Are you laughing at me, angel?”

Despite the obvious laughter falling from his lips, he answered, “No, not at all,” his tone dripping with sarcasm.

They continued, periodically taking turns to twirl each other under the other’s arm. It must have been something, back in those days, to see two men dancing so closely with one another, but it was so dark and crowded in the room, it was impossible to tell who was who. Everyone was faceless, and their attire blended together in a blur of color. Aziraphale found it freeing. This close to Crowley, he could smell the scent of cigarette smoke and burnt wood that followed him everywhere he went and feel the unexpected amount of strength contained within his lanky limbs.

The song came to an end as the band stopped playing. Aziraphale and Crowley separated from each other and ceased dancing, opting instead to stare at one another. Aziraphale felt lightheaded, maybe from all of the spinning and the cocktails earlier. Crowley raked over his form. He anticipated his needs before Aziraphale could even say anything.

“Want some fresh air?” he asked.

They headed out of the barroom together, going unnoticed by the other patrons. This particular speakeasy was located in the heart of New York City in the back of a diner in a subterranean level of the building. It required a password to enter. Aziraphale and Crowley walked down the bustling streets shoulder to shoulder, listening to the consistent honking of car horns and catching snippets of conversations as people passed them. No one ever even knew there was a demon and an angel amongst their midst, let alone walking side by side.

They came across Central Park. It was the end of summer, so the towering trees and dry grass were already starting to wilt. The leaves shriveled up and turned brown, some already snapping off of branches and floating through the air where they eventually came to rest on the ground. It was a peculiarly chilly night, and Aziraphale was grateful that his coat shielded him from the cold bite of the night air. The wind weaved its way through the park and blew past them, ruffling the white hair on his head until it stuck up in soft tufts. Crowley chuckled when he noticed it. Aziraphale blushed and smoothed his hair back down with his hands.

“Fancy a walk?” the demon asked.

They strolled through the park in silence, listening to the chirping of the cicadas in the untamed bushes and the breeze whistling through the trees, causing them to sway this way and that. The deeper into the park they went, the further the neon lights got until they faded into the background. The only light illuminating their path was from the moon and the stars and the occasional streetlamp. Aziraphale nervously chewed on his bottom lip, the unsaid question lingering between them eating him up inside.

“Have you heard anything about,” he lowered his voice to a whisper even though he knew there was no one around to hear them for miles, “the end of the world?”

The pleasant smile on Crowley’s face vanished the second he finished his sentence. “No, I haven’t.”

Aziraphale faced forward. “Maybe that’s a good thing.” He tried to save face.

Crowley hummed in response. The topic seemed to loom over their heads more recently than it ever had before. Aziraphale could tell it was coming close. It could be days or even decades from now, but he could feel it, like a buzzing in the air, and it nagged him.

They came across a wrought iron bench looking over a little pond on the gravel path. Crowley sat down first, and Aziraphale took the seat next to him soon after. The light of the moon glinted on the dark water and highlighted the ripples on the surface as it pulled the tide in and out. Aziraphale listened to the slight splash of water and watched as a few ducks glided across the pond.

“Do you reckon there’s a way to stop it from happening?” Aziraphale broke the comfortable silence that had settled over them after a while. The clear quality to his voice like the ring of a golden bell sliced through it like a knife.

Crowley didn’t turn to face him. "Stop what from happening?”

“The end of the world,” he clarified.

He didn’t say anything for a moment. “I doubt it.” He looked out over the pond. The emotion in his eyes was indeterminable due to the sunglasses. “If heaven and hell want a war, they’ll get their war.”

Aziraphale’s brow furrowed. “But there must be something we can do!”

The demon whipped his head to gape at him. “We?” His face contorted with frustration. “There’s nothing we can do. We’re as subject to the Great Plan as anyone else.”

Aziraphale bit the inside of his cheek. He knew it was true. Angels and demons were supposed to be the fate makers, changing the path of history through temptation or salvation, but even they had things they couldn’t do. In this circumstance, they were as helpless as any unassuming human.

“I’ll find something to do,” he muttered, mainly to himself even though he knew Crowley could hear him. “There must be a way. I won’t stop until I find it.”

The demon beside him chuckled lowly. “I know you won’t.” Then, he said in the softest and most gentle tone Aziraphale had ever heard him use, “That’s why I love you, angel.”

Aziraphale felt like time stopped around him. It was his turn to stare at him out of bewilderment. From the look on his face, Crowley seemed to be taken aback by his own words himself. His complexion had turned a shade paler, and his lips formed into a small, round ‘o’ shape.

Aziraphale’s lips twisted into a frown. “That’s not funny, Crowley.”

There was a moment before he replied, “I’m not lying.” He scanned Crowley’s face for any hint that he was joking, but it was strangely blank. His lips were pressed into a thin, straight line, and his forehead was creased

Aziraphale clung to the bench like he might fall off the edge of the Earth if he didn’t. Was he hearing things? It couldn’t have been a slip up. He was the one who had been drinking, not Crowley. He knew he should’ve felt repulsed, maybe even disgusted, but all Aziraphale felt like was that the end of the world had come early and without warning.

“You can’t possibly feel that way for me, Crowley.” He wrinkled his brow.

“I know I’m not supposed to.” His voice sounded like it was on the verge of cracking. His chin wobbled, and that’s when Aziraphale noticed the streak of tears leaking out from each eye underneath his sunglasses.

He was crying? Ethereal beings weren’t supposed to cry, weren’t supposed to feel anything close to any sort of human emotion that could make them cry. Had they been on this Earth for so long they had forgotten who they were? They were an angel and a demon. They were sworn enemies, opposite sides of the same coin. They were supposed to be inherently different, but as Aziraphale gazed at Crowley, he wondered if the only difference between them was that one of them had fallen and the other hadn’t.

He tentatively reached forward and pinched the frames of Crowley’s sunglasses. His jaw went slack, and Crowley raised a hand to stop him. But it landed limp on his wrist, like he wasn’t really resisting. Slowly, Aziraphale slid his sunglasses off of him. He folded them and held them tightly in his hand. Crowley’s eyes were closed, but eventually he opened them. There they were, the same shocking yellow with a black slit down the middle. They were always so cold and hard and unfeeling, but now they had a certain softness to them, like one more word and he would break. Tears leaked out of the corners of his eyes and stained his slim cheeks.

Crowley looked down, and Aziraphale put a finger under his chin. He lifted his face so he was staring directly at him. He felt himself lean forward until there were only inches between their faces. His body seemed to know what he was doing, even if his mind didn’t.

“I just want to see what it feels like,” he whispered as his gaze flickered down to Crowley’s lips.

Aziraphale closed the distance between them, and his lips made contact with Crowley’s. He was sure he was on fire now. The burning sensation spread from his lips throughout his body, running along his nerves until it reached his fingertips. He wondered if, when he pulled away, he would see smoke. Crowley froze at first, but eventually relaxed into the kiss, moving his lips against Aziraphale’s. He could taste the salt from Crowley’s tears mix with the gin he had been drinking on his own tongue, but it was sweet.

He felt kind of silly and ridiculous, kissing Crowley like they were two humans in love. Surely, angels and demons were above such things. What were they, and who were they pretending to be anymore? But for some reason, Aziraphale felt warmth spread through his limbs at the simple act of affection.

He pulled away and opened his eyes to meet Crowley’s snakelike ones. He moved his hand that was under his chin to cup his cheek. He brushed away a stray tear that had fallen with his thumb. His skin was surprisingly soft and smooth to the touch.

“We could run away, you know.” Crowley’s usually commanding voice was small and vulnerable. “The universe is billions of light-years wide. The Earth seems like a dust speck in comparison.”

Aziraphale laughed slightly. He would always wonder why God chose this planet out of all the others to meddle with. “I love you, Crowley,” the demon’s face lit up at his words, “but you know I can’t abandon this world. I can’t give up on it, on the people. Not yet.”

He thought that Crowley would be angry and retaliate as he usually did when Aziraphale spoke fondly of humans, but instead, he smiled. It was a painful smile, and Aziraphale could tell he mustered all of his strength to force the corners of his lips upwards, but he still did it. “That’s my angel.”

Aziraphale smiled back. He rested his head on Crowley’s chest, and Crowley wrapped his arms around him, holding him close. He felt safe and warm and protected in Crowley’s arms, though he knew he ought to feel the opposite. He wondered when everything became so complicated. He and Crowley had only seen each other a handful of times over the centuries, very briefly when they had, but at some point between the garden and now they had fallen in love with each other. They held onto each other like they were falling apart, and even though doom was impending and the apocalypse was on the horizon and they didn’t know when they would see each other again, for a short, beautiful moment, everything was fine, and they were just in love, and they had each other forever, like it or not.

It wasn't the end of the world, but something had ended that night.

[nemesisbinxartifactseries]

Artifact Series A

A Christmas Story Leg Lamp (canon)

A Dictionary of the English Language by Samuel Johnson

A.A. Milne's Honey Dipper

ABBA's Champagne Glasses

AFV Video Screen

A.J. Hackett's Bungee Cord

ATLAS Android Test Subject

Aaron's Rod

Aaron's Staff

Aaron Anderson’s Oars

Aaron Swartz's Computer Mouse

Abby Normal's Brain *

Abd Al-Rahman Al-Gillani's Walking Stick

Abebe Bikila's Jersey

Abigail Williams' Pendent

Abing's Erhu

Abraham's Sapphire

Abraham Lincoln's Top Hat *

Abraham Maslow's Hierarchy Chart

Abraham Suydam's Golden Pocketwatch

Abraham Ulrikib's Caribou Pelt

Absorbent Photo Album and Camera

Abu al-Qasim's Bellows

Abu al-Qasim's Forceps

Abu Hurairah's Tombstone

Achilles' Arrow *

Accordion from Kunstkamera

Acme Police Whistle

Ada Lovelace's Dress

Adad-nirari I’s Axe Blade

Adam Lanza's Gun

Adam Rainer's Measuring Tape

Adam Sandler's Idea Pad

Adelard of Bath’s Abacus

Adolf Eichmann's Eagle Insignia Badge

Adolf Frederick's Silver Cutlery Set

Adolf Hitler's Colored Pencils

Adolf Hitler's Microphone *

Adolf Slaby's Snuff Box

Adolphe Chaillet's "Shelby" Bulbs *

Adolphe Dugleres' Menu

Adrian Hill's Sketchpad

Aegean Sails

Aegicoros' Goblet

Aesop's Cloak

Aesop's Grapevine

Aesop's Pendant

Aesop’s Rope

Aeschylus' Turtle Shell

African Ngil Fang Mask *

African Tribal Elephant Tusk *

African Witch Doctor's Staff

Agamemnon's Mycenaean Bronze Sword

Agatha Christie's Car

Agatha Christie's Typewriter *

Agatha Christie's Wedding Ring

Agathodaemon's Natron

Agent Aden Taylor's God-Tier Clock

Agent Aden Taylor's God Tier Outfit

Aggressive Metal Lunchbox

Agnodice’s Tunic

Aguara's Carob

Ahmad Shah Durrani's Pesh-Kabz

Ahmose I’s Armband

Aileen Wuornos' Black Ledger

Aimée Crocker's Hat and Fur Stole

Air from the Great Stink of 1858

Air Raid Siren from Pearl Harbor

Air-Raid Skeet Thrower

Airbrushes from Disney Studios *

Akbar the Great's Water Container

Akira Kurosawa's Mao Hat

Akira Toriyama's Original Pen

Aki Ra’s Landmine Casings

Alain Robert’s Bag of Chalk

Albert Fish's Whip of Nails

Al Capone's Fedora

Al Capone's Machine Guns *

Al Smith's 1928 Campaign Badges

Aladdin's Lamp

Alan Hale Jr.'s Skipper Hat

Alan Seeger's Helmet

Alan Turing's Typewriter

Alan Wake's Flashlight

Alarm Clock

Albert Abrams’ Vials

Albert Anastasia's Barber Shop Chair

Albert Bandura's Bobo Doll

Albert Butz's Glasses *

Albert Camus' Coffee Cup

Albert Einstein's Bridge Device *

Albert Einstein's Chalk

Albert Einstein's Comb *

Albert Stevens’ Paintbrush

Albert Tirrell’s Razor

Alberto Burri's Sacking and Red

Albertus Magnus' Quill Pen

Alboin’s Skull Cup

Albrecht Dürer's Rhinoceros Horn

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Alchemist's Curse

Alcmaeon of Croton's Ring

Aldrich Ames' Chalk

Aldus Manutius’ Vellum

Aleijadinho’s Palanquin

Aleister Crowley's Ruby Studded Universal Hexagram Necklace *

Alejandro Jodorowsky’s Keisaku

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Alessandro Volta's Biscuit Bin *

Alessandro Volta's Lab Coat and Goggles *

Alethiometer

Alex Mercer's Jacket

Alex Sander's Scourge

Alexander of Abonoteichus' Grimorie

Alexander Alekhine's Chess Set *

Alexander Bain's Fax Machine

Alexander Calder's First Mobile

Alexander D'Agapeyeff's Telegraph

Alexander Fleming's Beaker

Alexander Graham Bell's Telephone Wire

Alexander the Great's Bronze Breastplate

Alexander the Great's Xyston

Alexander of Greece's Pocket Watch

Alexander Grey's Owl Pendant

Alexander Hamilton's & Aaron Burr's Dueling Pistols

Alexander Herrmann's Gold Watch

Alexander Hermann's Mustache Scissors *

Alexander Keith Jr’s Barrel

Alexander Litvinenko's Tea Pot

Alexander Morison's Top Hat

Alexander Polyhistor's Animal Fiber Sponge

Alexander Steinert's Grand Piano

Alexander von Humboldt's Fern

Alexander Wilson's Falconry Glove

Alexandre Étienne Choron’s Menu

Alexey Leonov's Near the Moon

Alexis Soyer's Cutting Board

Alexis St. Martin's Musket Powder

Al-Farabi's Shahrud

Alfred Adler’s Coat Rack

Alfred Dreyfus' Sword Hilt *

Alfred George Hinds' Prison Uniform

Alfréd Hajós' Measuring Tape

Alfred Hitchcock's Metal Pinwheel (canon)  

Alfred Kinsey's Abacus

Alfred, Lord Tennyson's Bronze Statue of Chiron

Alfred's Monarch Ice Skates

Alfred Nobel's Box Detonator

Alfred Nobel's Curtains

Alfred Packer's Gold

Alfred Snoxall's Lee-Enfield Rifle

Alfred N. Stevenson's Military Helmet

Alfred Stieglitz's Tripod

Alfred Watkin’s Theodolite

Alfred Wegener's Parka

Algie the Pig

Al Herpin's Rocking Chair

Al Hirschfeld’s Chair and Lamp

Ali Asghar Borujerdi's Prayer Beads

Alice Manfield’s Trekking Pole

Alice Bailey's Necklace

Alice's Crown

Alice Stebbins Wells’ Police Badge

Alien's Device Prop

Allan Pinkerton's Briefcase

Allan W. E. Jones' Underwear

Alleyway from Kowloon Walled City

Alliance Tenna-Scope TV Signal Booster

All Hallow's Eve Pumpkin

Alphonse Bertillon's Shaving Mirror

Alphonse Cahagnet's Magnets

Alpine Brandy Rescue Cask *

Aloysius 'Alois' Alzheimer's Eye Glasses

Alpharts Tod's Hauberk

Altaïr's Hidden Blade

Aluminum Bluthner Piano *

Álvaro Obregón's Right Arm

Alvin C. Graves' Tie

Alvin C. York's .45 Colt Automatic Pistol

Alvin C. York's Medal

Alvin Straight’s Riding Lawn Mower

Alyattes of Lydia's Electrum Coins

Amanda Palmer's Ukulele

Amanda Todd's Flashcards

Amasa Coleman Lee's Porch Swing

Amaterasu's Yasakani no Magatama

Amazon Fish Tank *

The Amber Room

Amber Sphere *

Amber Spyglass

Ambrose Bierce's Skull

Ambrose Burnside's Jacket

Amelia Earhart's Goggles

Amelia Earhart's Lockheed Vega 5B

Amenemhat III’s Pyramidion

Amenemhat III's Sistrum

Amenemhat IV’s Sphinx

"American Idiot" Stage Set

Amerigo Vespucci's Armor Plate

Amityville House Windows

Ammunition from the USS Maine

Amphion's Lyre

Amulet of Hapi

Amy Lowell's Cigar

Amy Winehouse's Microphone

An Zhengwen's Brush

Anasazi Rope

Anatoly Onoprienko's Sawed off Shotgun

Anatomical Model

Anaxagoras' Krater

Anaximander's Sundial

André the Giant's Wrestling Singlet

André Citroën's Double Helical Gear

André de Toth’s 3-D Glasses

Andre Devigny's Bedding and Lantern

André Devigny Spoon

André-Marie Ampère’s Notebook

André Martinet's Phonograph

Andrea Aguyar’s Lasso

Andrea del Verrocchio's Workshop

Andreas Mihavecz’s Prison Cell

Andreas Vesalius' Watering Can

Andrew Borden's Couch

Andy Dufresne’s Rock Hammer

Andrew Jackson's Keg of Ale

Andrew Wyeth's Christina's World

Andy Kaufman's Bowl & Spoon

Andy Kaufman's Sunglasses

Andy Lambros' Fishing Pole

Andy the Clown’s Costume

Andy Warhol's Campbell's Soup Cans

Andy Warhol's Concept Dress Mannequin

Andy Warhol's Hairbrush

Andy Warhol's Marilyn Diptych

Anfo Merc's Electric Guitar and Battery Amplifier

Angela Cavallo's Car Fender

Angelo Faticoni's Chair

Angelo Moriondo’s Espresso Machine

Angelo Siciliano's Workout Trunks *

Angel Wings from the Pulse Funeral

Angkor Wat Piece of Vishnu

Ankou's Horseshoe

Angry Birdcage *

Animatronic Presidents from the "Hall of Presidents" in Walt Disney World

Anita King’s Lighter

Ann Corio's Bra

Ann Faraday's Jacket

Anna Baker's Wedding Dress

Anna Bertha Ludwig's Wedding Ring

Anna de Coligny's Crown

Anna Pavlova's Swan-Feather Fan

Annabelle Doll

Anne Boleyn's Pearl Necklace and Ornate B

Anne Bonny's Cutlass *

Anne Frank's Diary and Ribbon Bookmark

Anne Greene's Noose

Anne Sullivan’s Doll

Annette Funicello's Beach Ball *

Annie Edson Taylor's Barrel *

Annie Fox's Purple Heart

Annie Oakley’s Bonnet

Ansel Adams' Camera

Antarctic Whaling Station Camp

Anthony Bishop's Manuscript *

Anthony Salerno's Fedora *

Anthony Spilotro's Casino Tokens

Anthony Stewart/Rupert Giles' Glasses

Anti-Boarding Netting from the Mary Rose

Antique Candy Box

Antoine Lavosier's Candle

Antoine Lavosier's Microscope

Anton Aicher's Marionette Handle

Anton Chekov’s Pince-Nez's

Antoni Gaudí’s Chisel and Trencadís

Antonietta Dell'Era's Ballet Slippers

Antonio Stradivari's Violin Strings *

Antonio Vivaldi’s Aspergillum

Anton Praetorius' Hynm Book

Anubis Canopic Jar

Anubis Shrine Pyramid *

Anuket's Necklace

Aphrodite's Ankle Bracelet

Aphrodite's Girdle *

Aphrodite's Hairbrush

Apple of Discord

Apollo 11 Lunar Landing Hoax Set *

Apollo 11 Moon Rock *

Apollo 13 Command Module

Apollo 15 Geologic Hammer and Falcon Feather

Apollonius of Tyana's Amulet

Apollo of Veii's Arms

Apollo’s and Artemis’ Bows

Apollo's Sandals

Apophis Statuette

Apsley Cherry-Garrard’s Goggles

Aquilas from the Battle of Teutoburg Forest

Arachne's Loom

Arceus' Plates

Archibald McIndoe's Saline Bathtub

Archibald Spooner's Cloak

Archilochus' Aulos

Archimedes's Bathtub

Arc Light from the Iroquois Theater

Ares' Gauntlets

Aretha Franklin's Spotlight

The Argo

Ariadne's Ball of Thread

Aristotle's Lyre

Aron Ralston’s Pocketknife

Artemisia II of Caria's Chalice

Armand David's Glasses & Zucchetto

Armand Guillaumin's Soleil couchant à Ivry

Armando Socarras Ramirez's Shirt

Arne Larsson's Pacemaker

Arrow of Alan Gua

Arrow of Time

Artemis' Cloak Pin

Arthur Aitken's Pith Helmet

Arthur Aston's Wooden Leg

Arthur Blessitt’s Cross

Arthur C. Clarke's Telescope

Arthur Claude Darby's Rope

Arthur Conan Doyle's Disintegration Machine

Arthur Conan Doyle's Fairy Notebook

Arthur Conan Doyle's Pipe

Arthur Edward Waite's Tarot Deck

Arthur Evans' Magnifying Glass

Arthur Galston's Soil Knife

Arthur Rostron’s Loving Cup

Arthur Stace’s Chalk

Arthur Wellesley's Boots

Arthur Wynne's Journal

Arthur Zimmermann's Ticker-tape Machine

Artie Moore's Headphones

Artie Shaw's Clarinet *

Asclepius' Offering Bowl

Ash Williams’ Double-Barrel "Boomstick"

Ashes from the 1925 Madame Tussaud Fire

Ashley Revell's Tuxedo

Ashurbanipal's Crown

Ashoka's Hell

Ashoka's Pillars

Assorted Herbs (Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme)

Asphyxiating Blackboard Erasers

Atalanta's Spear

Æthelred the Unready's Crown

Athena's Owl Pendant

Athena Parthenos

Athena's Aegis

Athena’s Breastplate

Athens Caryatid

Atlanta Ripper's Balaclava

Atlantean Crystal Pendant

Atlas' Globe

Atomic Bombs from The Dayton Project

Atticus Finch's Pocketwatch

Attila the Hun's Battle Helmet (canon)

Attila the Hun's Swaddling Blanket *

Audio-Healing Tuning Fork *

August Bier’s Needle

August Musger's Projector

August Natterer's Bible

Auguste Escoffier’s Tasting Spoons

Auguste Piccard's Gondola

Auguste Renoir's Young Girls at the Piano *

Auguste Rodin's Hammer and Chisel *

Auguste Rodin's Gateway to Hell

Auguste Rodin’s The Kiss

Auguste Rodin's Rasp

Augustina de Aragon's Cannon

Augustin-Jean Fresnel's Magnifying Glass *

Augustin Pyramus de Candolle’s Touch-Me-Not Plant

Augustus Saint-Gaudens’ Double Eagle Gold Coin

Aung San's Pinhole Camera

Aurora's Torch

Australian Boomerang

Automatic Trash-Disposal Waste Bin

Automatic Vaccum *

Autumn Leaves

Avatar Relics from The Last Airbender

Axe Ring

Axel Erlandson's Sycamore Seeds

Axeman of New Orleans' Phonograph

Ayrton Senna's Race Suit

Azletar (by technicality)

Aztec Bloodstone *

[theageofthemovies]

“INAUGURATION OF THE PLEASURE DOME” - (Kenneth Anger, 1954)

Anger was inspired to make this short avant-gardist film after attending a Halloween party called "Come as your Madness". The film reflects Anger's deep interest in Thelema, the philosophy of Aleister Crowley and his followers, as indicated by Cameron's role as "The Scarlet Woman" (an honorific Crowley bestowed on certain of his important magical partners). Crowley's concept of of a ritual masquerade party where attendees dress as gods and goddesses served as a direct inspiration for the film.

The film uses some footage of the Hell sequence from the 1911 Italian silent film L'Inferno. Near the end, scenes from Anger's earlier film Puce Moment are interpolated into the layered images and faces.

The original edition soundtrack is a complete performance of Glagolitic Mass by the Czech composer Leoš Janáček (1854–1928). In 1966, a re-edited version known as 'The Sacred Mushroom Edition' was made available. In the late 1970s, a third revision was made, which was 'The Sacred Mushroom Edition' re-edited to fit the Electric Light Orchestra album Eldorado, omitting only "Illusions in G Major", a blues-rock tune that Anger felt did not fit the mood of the film.

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