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[witchcraftandgeekness]

Elijah tried to be patient and peaceful. He did his best to not descent on the same level as his brats of the siblings, he truly did. But he can restrict himself no more.

The taste for vengence is rooted deeply in his nature, he drank it in with mother's milk.

Elijah couldn't believe that these buffoons had him so worked up for such trivial reasons but the traditions of his Norman ancestry demand him to avenge the disgrace that was set upon him.

Each of them will pay sevenfold, for every damned paintball stain left on his favourite suit. From now on, Elijah had set his foot on the silly (but nonetheless honourable) path of paintball war. The poor idiots will suffer for such daring act of property damage. Elijah shan't show them any mercy.

[jackdaw-and-hattrick]

Redhood has a hyper realistic paintball gun that he pulls on anyone he wants to threaten but not risk shooting. It’s very rare that this gun ever gets fired in order to keep up illusions.

Except for Dick. He shoots Dick with it constantly.

[ratherbefangirling]

Your grace, I'm here! 🙇🏻‍♀️

Please accept my humble offerings 🧸🦋

Namgi making me crayy crayyyyyyyy

Nothing better than bonding over good food 🤧

Or music:

Just Yoongles trying his hardest to make an effort, Joonie simply being Joonie:

Holding the baby like the precious soul he is 😭

That's what's up: 🥺

Namgi just

You won't believe me or maybe you will lolol

But this morning I literally read the cutest Namgi fanfic where Yoongi is a dragon and Namjoon is the person sacrificed to the dragon

And Yoongi believes that the villagers send a companion. Miscommunication angst and fluff. Yoongi building a whole library for Joon just higyjvfjnbch

They make us all crazy

[sutrala]

How Tim Waltz Ran Covid Lockdowns... (I Would Have Lit Them All Up With Real Bullets 🤬🤬🤬

Kamala’s VP Tim Walz sent his tyrannical agents into Minnesota neighborhoods to shoot citizens with paintball guns during Covid

Do we really want someone like this running our country? You stupid moronic Dem voters!

[vidavalor]

Good Omens has shown us, among other things...

-Crowley pointing the paintball gun at Aziraphale and giving the office workers miraculous escapes from death *before* it showed us The Blitz, Part 2's Bullet Catch that shows us what he was referencing to Aziraphale by doing so

-Aziraphale's love of human magic and his vanishing coins act and Crowley grumbling about all of it *before* it showed us "the farthing has vanished!" and The Marvelous Mr. Fell and his "volunteer assistant" on stage in 1941

-The 1862 breakup *before* the 1827 scene that gives context for their traumas that led to the breakup

-The sexy lunch in 2008 *before* the ox rib date that started it-- all the way back in 2500 B.C..

-Crowley telling Aziraphale about his night dealing with the antichrist baby: "Well, not, delivered-delivered, just... handed it over" *before* professional midwife/cobbler Bildad the Shuite "birthing" Job and Sitis some "new" kids

-Crowley, alone, forced into the start of Armageddon by delivering the antichrist in a picnic basket *before* 1967, in which Aziraphale dreams of a world they could get to before they run out of time in which they could go on a picnic together

-Aziraphale looking to the side Crowley always comes up on when he hears the miracle sound in the sushi restaurant in 1.01 *before* we even know that Crowley always comes up in the same way from various scenes teaching us this

-Aziraphale's tartan obsession *before* its origin story, which is the date in Edinburgh in 1827 wherein he became spirituality Scottish and thought he lost Crowley and after which he adopted the tartan as a thing related to the two of them and never stopped wearing it. See also: showed us 1967 and the tartan thermos *before* explaining to us that the tartan isn't just something Aziraphale likes but is something with meaning to the two of them together as a pair

-Crowley rambling drunkenly about bananas, fish and gorillas in the bookshop *before* his and Aziraphale's 'banana fish gorilla shoelace with a dash of nutmeg' conversation over wine in 1941, showing us that he was drunkenly remembering in a scene in S1 a romantic scene in their history that we didn't know then and wouldn't know until S2

-Crowley & Aziraphale dining at The Ritz in 2008 in 1.01 *before* we even know that was The Ritz or why it matters that it was, which they don't tell us until the final, romantic moments of S1

-Crowley obsessively growing a large, lush, overhanging canopy of plants in his apartment *before* telling us he's got a thing for vavoom-y erotic gazing and kissing under the shelter of canopies the likes of which have never been seen in a Richard Curtis film

So, my dear, dear loves... explain to me why I'm not going to be adding to this list next season:

-that heartbreaking 2.06 kiss *before* the first one they had a bazillion years ago?

[twstfanblog]

Random student: On the table is a paintball gun. You have to pick one of your friends to-

*Yuu, with no hesitation, picks up the gun and shoots Jack*

Firstie Squad SHOOK

🍎: WHY JACK!?

♥️: OH MY SEVEN!!

♠️: I THOUGHT YOU'D SHOOT ACE!?

🐊: I thought they'd shoot me...

🐺: Why did you pick me?????

🔪: Jack, you're so fucking big and buff that I'm pretty sure you can flex and stop an actual bullet.

🔪: Admit it. You didn't even feel the paint ball.

🐺: I mean YEAH. But by that logic, why didn't you pick Ortho!?

🔪: Because Ortho would shoot me back.

⚙️Oh, without hesitation.

[mrs-weasley-reid]

BAU TEAM the masterlist

fun times at the bullpen, silly dinners, and odd interactions with the team <3 [p.s. these are mostly me imagining myself with the team hehe]

• Cases and Candies ↳ you started a tradition of giving the bau team candies whenever you all return home from a case. Only this time, you were on sick leave.

• Starting a Tradition (Cases and Candies part 2) ↳ you have a lot of sweets up in your sleeves.

• Colored Bullets ↳ all fun and games until one of the bau team members gets shot... with a paintball.

• Therapy Sessions ↳ you have been a longtime psychiatrist for the bau team. Always there to listen to their troubles. But what if you mysteriously disappear?

• Doctor Is In (Therapy Sessions part 2) ↳ it was their turn to heed for echoes of your cries. Unweave every inch of your life to find their beloved psychiatrist. And whoever the unlucky bastard who took you was, he was as good as dead.

• Speed of Light ↳ speed is one of the bau team's special skills. Traveling from one state to another, one address to the next, catching unsubs in the blink of an eye. So when one of the members was put in danger, you didn't hesitate to prove that you belonged in the team.

[disco-tea]

Finally finishing Arcane and I’m actually losing it over the Jinx and Ekko fight because THEY WERE JUST LITTLE KIDS OKAY. They were little kids who used to play together, thrust to opposite sides by fate. But for just a second. FOR JUST A SPLIT SECOND. They were little kids again, playing a game. Except the only problem is the game isn’t paintballs anymore, it’s bullets. And they’re playing for keeps.

[dano-or-not]

I think now that Mob is fully expressive him and Reigen would have so much fun and just be silly together. They already have a great bond but their personalities also mesh really well. Like you could find them at a paintball game all decked out in gear hiding behind cover looking all serious like

"We got this Mob! We can catch them by surprise!"

"Yes Master! I can go right!"

"Great, I'll go left. Let's go!"

And then they jump out and instantly get pelted with paint bullets and collapse to the ground in sync. Meanwhile the Kageyama parents are watching like "yep that's our son and his uncle-father-brother-friend-boss. What a pair."

[s1l4s-w0rsh1ps-t0m4t03s]

littles keep eating. my head is so loud can everyone shut the fuck up i dont care i dont care if you want to eat, we arent ever gonna be validated as male by our bio parents until we're dying so just shove it we eat so much anyway

[neil-gaiman]

Hello Neil! My question is a simple one, and I may be over complicating the thought process, but in the Good Omens book, during the "paintball" fight, around what time is it supposed to be? Because it says "Bullets streaked across the night," then on the next page Crowley says "Good morning, ma'am," and before the scene moves on, it once again says "...the Bentley swished into the night." My friend noticed this when they read it, and pointed it out to me as well. Does this seemingly quick scene span 24 hours, or are we reading too much into something and confusing ourselves?

It's night. It's also, at the Good Morning line, a couple of minutes after midnight. Crowley has glanced at his watch and is being very precise. It then remains night as the car drives away.

It is not unknown for about 50% of the night to occur after midnight and thus technically be in the morning.

[peacheeeliz]

036. these kids are so weird,,, (wc: 1474)

Mark's hands found their way under your shirt, grasping at the skin right above your waistband. The cold touch of his fingertips pulls you out of this trance, and your eyes shoot open before you push him away. “Mark, we can't,” you tell him, pulling yourself out of his arms and away from the table.

Mark's eyebrows scrunch together, still too dazed from the kiss to even understand what you're doing. “What are you talking about?”

“This Mark, this,” you explain, pointing back and forth between the two of you. “I'm sorry, but I just can't.”

“Oh, so you can kiss me, twice now,” he starts, huffing as he crosses his arms in front of his chest. “But this won't work? What the fuck are you going on about?”

“I really don't want to talk about it,” you continue, turning away from him. “Let's just finish this game and go our separate ways.”

“No, fuck that, I want to talk about this,” he pushes himself off the table, walking towards you. “You kissed me for a reason, it wasn't just because of some stupid, pent-up frustration!” He pauses, staring at the back of your head. “Why did you tell Hyuck and Julie about my drunk texts?”

You still don't turn around to face him until he's tugging on your wrist and doing it for you. “Why, Y/N?” He asks again, voice much quieter than before. “Why can't we just fucking talk about this like adults? We've been avoiding this talk ever since you told me to ‘stay single,’ but I can feel it, man. Come on, why do we have to beat around the bush all the time?”

You're silent for a moment, avoiding his gaze with all your might. Finally, just barely above a whisper, “can we just talk about this later?” You let out. “Please.”

Mark scoffs, letting go of your wrist. “Whatever,” he sighs, going to collect his things. He throws you your paintball gun, “go on. Let's just get this over with, I'm sure you're itching to get away from me.”

You stare down at the gun in your hands, confusion written all over your face as you look back up at him. “Don't act stupid now, just shoot me and get this fucking game over with,” he continues, standing there with arms wide open, inviting in the inevitable loss.

“I'm not going to shoot you, Mark,” you spit back, watching his eyes roll. “There could still be people in. You don't know that we’re the last two for certain.”

“I think if there was anyone else left, they would've gotten the both of us out when my tongue was down your throat for five minutes,” he argues, reaching towards his own paintball gun. He aims it straight at you, “listen, it's either you or me. I really don't care who gets this priority registration anymore.”

Before you can say anything back, the door flies open, and in comes Johnny all decked out like he had been a part of the game the whole time. He's armed with a much larger paintball gun, with a tiger print pattern running across the side. Mark and you stare at each other with wide eyes, which makes a sinister grin grow on the instructor's face. He starts firing around the room like a maniac, but you're both quick to take cover behind a tipped-over table nearby, flinching as his bullets paint the entire room.

The paintball gun slows to a stop, and you both hear maniacal laughter come from the other side of the room. “Ohayo, children,” he starts, reloading the weapon promptly. “You'll be happy to know you made it all the way ‘til the end.”

“You're not even a student!” Mark shouts from behind the table.

“Wrong!” He shouts back. Although the two students can't see, Johnny whips out a sheet of paper with his schedule written across it. “Weight training and music production, biatch!”

You blindly shoot at the ceiling, hoping to scare your instructor off, but he continues to shoot around the room. Mark stares at you, “give me your gun,” he whispers out, cursing to himself for not grabbing his own before hiding behind the table.

“Fuck no, are you crazy?” You let out, eyebrows furrowed as you looked back at him.

“Look, one of us has to win, alright?” He sighs, reaching for your paintball gun.

You slap his hand away, “yeah, and it's going to be you.” You pause, grabbing ahold of his hand. “Look, you got the drop on me. I lost. Let me do this for you.”

He reaches his free hand up to cup your cheek, pulling you in for another kiss. Mark yearns for nothing more than to just stay there with you, ignoring their maniacal instructor and just talk about their feelings. But he knows that's not possible, so he lets go of your hand to reach for your gun.

You pull back quickly, a smile on your face as you pull your weapon away from him. “Nice try,” you say, patting his cheek. “Go get that priority registration for us.”

Johnny's weapon slows to a stop again, and he's throwing it to the ground, instead pulling out two smaller paintball guns from his jacket. You rise from your spot behind the table, locking eyes with your instructor instantly. You run out, aiming your weapon at the man and firing. He does the same, firing his two paintball guns as he runs for protection. Time almost slows as you both shoot out at the same time, paintballs flying straight into your chests.

Johnny sinks down to the ground with a loud groan, dropping his weapons. You let out a deep breath, angry with the fact that you had worn such a cute shirt today. Mark peeks up from behind the table, eyes meeting yours with a quick smile. He stands, walking his way around until he steps in front of Johnny's dropped weapon, but the older man laughs again as he watches his student arm himself with his old weapon.

“What's so funny, Suh?” Mark questions, standing above him with his head held high.

“Maybe it's the fact there's no such thing as priority registration,” he says, watching the boy's smile fall. “Or, maybe it's this.” He opens his jacket, revealing a makeshift paint bomb with a timer. His hand inches up and presses the small red button on the side, and the ticking down of the five second clock starts soon after.

You look at each other with wide eyes before Mark is dashing out through the door, almost flying through it to keep himself clean of any paint. He lands on the floor with a thud, while a green explosion goes off behind him, painting the now closed door and windows.

The Dean sits quietly in his office, dunking a tea bag carefully into his mug. Enjoying his peace until Johnny would return and end this very long and tiring day. That's until a voice calls out from behind his door, calling his name. He freezes, recognizing the voice to not belong to his employee, but Mark Lee. “Just one moment,” he says, resting his hands on his desk.

It takes less than a moment for Mark to kick the office door down, startling the man out of his chair. He walks slowly into the room, glaring daggers right into the Dean’s head. “Oh, hi there, Mark,” the man squeaks out. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Everybody out there is shooting each other for nothing,” Mark explains, although the Dean very well knows this. “While you sit here in your ivory tower.”

“Mark, I can explain,” the Dean says, raising his arms in defense. He nods, “I messed up when I promised priority registration. Apparently, it's a violation of some student equality act, but…” He pauses, presenting the boxed PlayStation Five that lays on his desk. “This isn't, tada!”

Mark doesn't need to voice out his frustration. He just shoots at the box until the Dean drops it back down onto his desk. He continues to fire around the room, screaming as the Dean yells out his name in horror and drops behind his desk. The gun whirs to a stop, prompting Mark to drop it on the ground with a huff.

The Dean peeks up over the wood, rising to his feet. He lets out a sigh, “you get it all out of your system?” But only gets quiet laughter in response.

Mark laughs for a moment, “almost.” He's quick to pull out a smaller paintball gun from behind his back, aiming and shooting the Dean right in the forehead. He pulls the gun back, blowing down the end of the barrel.

The Dean stands there, defeated. “What do you want from me, Mark?”

“Guess.”

synopsis ⤏ mark, desperate to talk to the cute girl in his japanese class, forms a study group. who knew that other struggling college students might want to join a study group?

a/n: it's not marky/n if there's no problems 😃

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[apomaro-mellow]

I feel like Steddie with 29 on the date ideas list would go so hard

playing paintball as a team or against each other

"Sure you don't wanna come?", Steve asked as Jonathan pulled up to the place.

"Preeeetty sure", Jonathan answered as Will and Mike bolted from the backseat. "I'm gonna hang back with Argyle."

Steve got out just as Eddie drove up, his van exploding with more children, ready to gear up and start the game. Eddie was just as riled up as the kids and Steve contemplated sticking with Argyle and Jon but then Eddie swung an arm around his waist and brought him inside and the decision was made.

"You and Eddie can't be on the same team, it's unfair", Dustin said.

"Are you really gonna play the helpless kid card now, Henderson?", Eddie rolled his eyes.

"It's because you two are dating, unfair advantage right there", Lucas said.

"So why are you and Max on the same team?", Steve countered.

"Because I made it clear what's gonna happen if he shoots me in the face with a paintball", Max said.

Lucas nodded. "Nuff said."

Eddie shook his head. "And you think I'll still be getting some from Steve if I manage to hit him?"

"Please don't talk about 'getting some' from Steve", Mike scowled.

"And who said you can land one on me anyway?", Steve challenged.

And so the teams were decided: Dustin, Steve, Max, and Lucas on one team versus Eddie, Mike, Will, and Erica.

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They say that all is fair in love and war. They don't have as many poignant sayings for when your love is in the war. I never wanted my darling to step foot on the battlefield. But I especially didn't want to see him on the side of the enemy.

What was one to do when their countries were on opposite sides of an armed conflict? Romeo and Juliet, indeed.

"Eddie, dude, quit monologing, you'll blow our cover", Mike hissed under his breath.

"Ah, but stories from the trenches are full of love-lorn heroes."

Before Mike could complain more, Erica came over. "Enemy spotted to the west. It's time to move."

The three of them got up and Mike took point. They heard a rustling to the left and Erica and Mike went after it. Eddie almost did too, but he heard someone coming up from behind. He turned quickly, paint gun raised at the ready, only to see Steve.

"Well? Aren't you going to shoot?", Steve asked, his own gun aimed and ready. "All that talk about landing one on me..."

"My love, do you think me so callous that I could shoot you without a second thought? And what about you? Why haven't you pulled the trigger yet?"

Steve didn't answer immediately. "...Call me a sentimental fool." Then he lowered his gun. "I can't shoot the man I love either."

Eddie slowly lowered his as well. "What has this war done to us?"

Steve took a step forward. "I-"

Pew.

Steve blinked and looked down as the blue paint spread on his vest. They both heard a triumphant cry from Will before he ran off. Steve looked back up at Eddie as he fell to his knees. Eddie caught him in his arms before Steve could hit the ground.

"Stay with me! Stay with me!"

"I'm sorry Eddie...I can't....I see a light..."

"My love! Steve! Nooooooo!!!!"

Eddie felt three bullets hit him in the back but he continued to scream out for Steve.

"I got you a bunch of times already, get off the field!", Max shouted.

Date prompts

[topbottomswitchblade]

Intro To Knifeplay

I'd been wanting to make a tutorial and then @hollyhocks-hoping asked if I had any tips for getting into knifeplay so that finally motivated me enough. Gonna try to make this seem like a really know what I'm talking about and not get anyone killed.

First things first: Knifeplay is risky. It can cause actual harm. But like, so can driving a car, so we mitigate the danger with things like seat belts and drivers ed. This is drivers ed. (driver's ed? drivers' ed? hm.)

There's different ways to do knifeplay that can make it more safe or more risky, depending on what you want out of the experience and are comfortable with.

On the safest end, you can use alternatives to real/sharp knives. I'm going to give some examples but to be clear I am not vouching for any specific products because I have not used them because I skipped the safety level and went for blood. But that's just me.

Acrylic/resin knives (example 1, example 2, example 3,)

Training knives (example 1, example 2)

This is a knife you can order dull, which is kinda the same as a training knife, but I'm making a separate point to say: I have seen some people give advice on ways to dull a blade so you can use it for knifeplay and um. Don't Do That. First of all, very tedious. Second and more importantly, it's unlikely you'll get it to a safe level of dull and could end up hurting your partner/yourself worse if you get careless thinking it's low risk. And if you get cut, it won't be a clean cut. Also the one I linked it sold out sorry. But this one is a dulled bowie knife intended to be used as a paddle?

Putting a butter knife in the freezer so you get the chill of a cold blade without it being sharp. Pair it with leather gloves so the dom's hands don't get cold.

Of course, there's still risk associated with a dull or non-metal blade. If you're like "let's do a scene where I stab you to death, and baby, I'm going for an Oscar," you can still, like, stab your partner. It just won't do as much damage as a real knife would. Like, getting shot with a paintball vs a bullet. Still hurts, but it won't kill you. Don't jam it in their eyes or whatever.

Next up on the danger level: Using real knives without intending to cut your partner.

Use the spine instead of the blade.

Here's is a v simple diagram for our purposes

This comes with some risk (especially with a clip point) as the point is still sharp

But if you want to flash a real knife and hold it to their throat and whatnot, you can press the spine to their skin instead of the blade. Note: even I, as a pretty experienced knifeplayer, do not hold the blade's edge to my partner's throat. If I want to do that, I still use the spine.

You can also use the flat of the blade, which I'm going to say is a touch more risky because edge will be against their skin. Your sub will have to be good and keep still.

Next level: Making shallow cuts with the tip

What I usually do with my partner is use the back side of the knife (spine towards their skin) and make scratches and shallow cuts with the point of the blade. Keeping the blade edge turned away and only using the point gives me more control of the depth. I don't have to worry so much about actually slicing deep, but it's still sharp enough to draw a bit of blood.

Like so

It gets results like this

Pro tip: Open up shallow cuts wider (but not deeper) by paddling them afterwards 👍

I gave an example of clip and drop point above because they're the most common for folding knives, and also are featuring in my parts diagram, but for this practice I also use a karambit which looks like this

Obviously in this case I would not be facing the blade away to use the tip

Spice it up: Put the blade in your sub's mouth. But watch out!

Questionable method: Light stabbing

So. You can push the point in a bit before it breaks skin (unless it's a really sharp blade). I started incorporating this, but then one time I did break skin and it started For Real Bleeding. I staunched it with a tissue for a minute and it stopped and you couldn't even see the puncture, but uh. Probably won't do that again. Do with that what you will. Don't kill anyone; I don't want my blog to appear in court.

I don't think I should really suggest anything more extreme than that in good conscience. I'm sure there are people out there who go harder, but you'll have to find those people and ask them. Ultimately if you practice it safely and feel confident enough to experiment that is a call for you and your partner when you feel ready, just be smart about it and be prepared for do first aid in case of accidents.

Suggestions for blades:

Knives come in a wide range of types and prices, but you can find pretty good ones for like $20-30. Even name brands like Smith & Wesson can be anywhere between $15 and $160. Or if you want a really fancy one like a Benchmade they can run up to the multiple hundreds. But you don't need that.

I've gotten a few of my knives from megaknife.com

Outdoors/sporting goods stores (Cabela's, Tractor Supply Co, Dicks, etc)

Website for a specific brand (Smith & Wesson, Buck, Gerber, etc)

Exacto knives (craft or office supply stores) or scalpels if you want to do some carving. I have used an exacto knife but I prefer regular folding knives. I have not used a scalpel so proceed with caution.

Be aware of the knife laws where you live! This is more for if you're going to be carrying the knife, but still. Usually blades over 3" fall under concealed carry laws.

Safety tip: Aim for meaty parts. Avoid veins and arteries.

Sanitation:

Use alcohol wipes on the blade and skin beforehand. Wash your hands or wear gloves. Clean the cuts afterwards using a gentle soap and warm water. Do not use alcohol on the cuts afterwards. I mean, unless that's part of your pain play but I don't know if that would even be fun lol. You can use neosporin, bactine spray, etc as well.

In general, use good BDSM practices. Talk it through beforehand to establish what you and your partner are comfortable with. Use safewords, give aftercare with the first aid. Don't hesitate to check in throughout. Take it slow when you start out. Don't feel like you have to go hard and draw blood the first time you try it.

[paperclipninja]

This thought struck me while I was driving and I don't know if it's a) tenuous at best, b) me finding meaning where there is none or c) possibly a thing. So naturally I'm going to throw it out there as a possible maybe-theory/foreshadowing.

As we all know, this handshake moment in the magic shop in s2 has the sword very deliberately positioned right where Aziraphale and Crowley's hands meet and we see the three swords in Aziraphale's back as he moves forward.

And when Aziraphale walks back to the counter and Crowley turns to watch, we see three swords now towards Crowley's chest - it's nicely and clearly pointed out with pictures in this post by @newfangledfancy

As many have noted, if Good Omens is anything, it is deliberate in its choices, especially when we're looking at something as obvious as this. What exactly it means, we'll no doubt find out later, but it certainly seems somewhat ominous and foreshadowing, with the sword down the middle arguably already in play with the separation of Crowley and Aziraphale at the end of s2.

My take? The sword in the middle is the breaking our two faves apart, the swords in Aziraphale's back are an indication of betrayal by Heaven (he still trusts they are the 'good guys') and the swords to the front of Crowley, to me, is indicative that part of that betrayal will involve trying to harm/destroy/get rid of Crowley.

The 'offer' to reinstate Crowley to angel status was such utter piffle (sorry, couldn't help it) because the Metatron knew he'd never go for it, but it also served another purpose; to lead Aziraphale to think he'd misjudged the Metatron (even if Aziraphale didn't really think that and doesn't have a choice about returning to Heaven, I do think part of him still also believes the system can be changed from within).

That extremely pointed, horrible look that the Metatron shoots Crowley just before he and Aziraphale leave the bookshop to go discuss the promotion (with accompanying danger music and all), you know, this one:

reveals to us that this performance the Metatron is putting on for Aziraphale really is just that, a performance. He wants Aziraphale to think he's misjudged him, I'm sure he was hoping he could convince Aziraphale to trust him. I think the angel is too clever to fully trust the Metatron, but what it does do is maintain Aziraphale's trust in Heaven and, I believe, the possibility he could make a difference.

So why the offer that Crowley could come to Heaven too? Yes, to entice Aziraphale but also, the offer makes it seem as though the Metatron has no gripe with the demon after all. It may be 'irregular', but he was willing to let Crowley be reinstated, it puts any notion of the Metatron potentially wanting to hurt Crowley off Aziraphale's radar (at least for now).

It's interesting too, in the 1941 magic shop scene, that the swords appear to be going into Crowley only once Aziraphale has moved past him, has his back to him. If I was following the separate, betray, destroy sequence of the sword set up, then I'd take that to suggest that any move against Crowley will happen while Aziraphale has his back turned, so to speak, and can you imagine the kind of fury that would unleash in our no. 1 angel? Coz I can and it is amazing! But I digress...

While speculation is fun (so, so much fun) and all, the point, the POINT of this rambling post was to say that if indeed that 1941 magic shop sequence is foreshadowing Aziraphale being 'stabbed in the back' and Crowley attacked in some way, it's not the first time we've seen a potential nod to that.

Look it may be entirely coincidental but I have to say, there is mighty similar symbolism right back in s1 when Aziraphale and Crowley are hit with the paintballs. Where does the pellet land on Aziraphale? On his back (and how, from where he's standing? Is there someone behind him??). And where does Crowley cop the 'bullet'? Right there in the chest.

I just wouldn't put it past this show to have planted the seed that early on. And look, if it's nothing of the sort, then they're just fantastic stand alone sequences. That's the greatest thing about Good Omens, if it was a Clue, then it's amazing and if it's not, it was still amazing. We simply cannot lose.