#rain dance maggie

[semi-dailysonglyrics]

Hey, now

We've got to make it rain somehow

[bestofmidi]

Hey, now We've got to make it rain somehow She told me to And showed me what to do Our Maggie makes it in a cloud

submitted by @tehquinndruroxxhard199717 !!!

original midi at http://www.hamienet.com/53975_The-Adventures-Of-Rain-Dance-Maggie.mid

[feralchaton]

Tick tock I want to rock you like the 80s cock-blocking isn't allowed. Tugboat Sheila is into memorabilia. Who said three is a crowd? We better get it on the go.

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: July 15, 2011

Lyrics:

Lipstick junkie

Debunked the all in one

She came back wearing a smile

Looking like someone drugged me

That wanted to unplug me

No one here is on trial

It's just a turnaround

And we go, oh

Well, then we go uh, uh, uh, uh

Tick-tock, I want to rock you like the '80s

Cock blocking isn't allowed

Tugboat Sheila is into memorabilia

Who said three is a crowd

We better get it on the go

Hey now

We've got to make it rain somehow

She told me to

And showed me what to do

How Maggie makes it in her cloud

I said, hey now

We've got to make it rain somehow

She told me to

And showed me what to do

She knows how to make it loud

Rain dance Maggie

Advances to the final

Who knew that she had the goods

Little did I know

Her body was one delicious vinyl

To your neck of the woods

I want to lick a little bit

Hey now

We've got to make it rain somehow

She told me to

And showed me what to do

How Maggie makes it in her cloud

We've got the wrong girl

But not for long, girl

It's in the song, girl

'Cause I'll be gone, girl

Hey now

We've got to make it rain somehow

She told me to

And showed me what to do

How Maggie makes it in her cloud

I said, hey now

I want to rock this rowdy crowd

She told me to

And showed me what to do

She knows how to make it loud

But not for long, girl

It's in the song, girl

'Cause I'll be gone, bye-bye-bye, yeah

Bye-bye-bye, girl

Songwriter:

Bye-bye, girl

Bye-bye, girl

Bye-bye

Anthony Kiedis / Chad Smith / Josh Adam Klinghoffer / Michael Balzary

SongFacts:

👉📖

[theaethernetconnection]

YOURE TELLING ME THAT CROWLEY AND AZIRAPHALE DANCE AMONGST THE STARS AND THEN A SMALL PLANET IS BORN????!!!!!! And then it RAINS HEARTS?!?!

Peter Anderson: Hi, my name is Peter Anderson. I'm from Peter Anderson Studio and we created the title sequence to Good Omens Season Two. So this scene is quite literally a continuation from Season One.

An interesting detail with this scene is the fly. The fly is significant because it stores Gabriel's memory.

Gabriel is hidden in every scene. This is the first time we see it.

This goat is half bird, half goat, representing a mistake in a moment of transformation.

In the pickled herring barrel, we have literally red herrings sticking out.

A lot of the gravestones have hidden engravings, easter eggs, all written by Neil.

[This one says: HERE LIES THE FORMER SHELL OF BEELZEBUB referncing Beelzebub having a new face in S2 :), another ones are: EVERYDAY, JANE AUSTEN, Here lies ADAM (the Adam from Adam and Eve is meant)]

Another hidden Gabriel.

Our same character that was trying to escape Hell in Season One titles is also trying to escape here, moving in the opposite direction to the rest of the procession. Except this time he's apprehended and dragged back into the procession.

Our Hell spider from episode four makes a little appearance in the background here.

Can you tell where the bus is going? Director Douglas McKinnon selected Powell and Pressburger's Stairway to Heaven to put on the billboard.

Another thing to note here is the type is all handmade specifically for Good Omens. The Alphabet only exists within the show.

The big floating turnip is a nod to Azirafel's magic tricks.

The Ladies of Camelot poster we pulled from the show.

We added plaques to the back of the chairs and Neil chose who to honour.

[There are: A TALE OF TWO CITIES by CHARLES DICKENS, PRIDE AND PREJUDICE by JANE AUSTEN, THE CROW ROAD by IAIN BANKS (twice!) and GOOD OMENS by TERRY PRATCHETT (Neil missing for some reason :) <3)]

Saraqael made an appearance from Heaven.

Our Space is back from Season One. Aziraphale and Crowley are having a little dance here. A moment of flirtation. There's a tiny planet in the middle that comes into existence at this moment.

Our Scottish tartan hills make an appearance here.

The aeroplane and the airline is a little bit of a clue here.

[THY KINGDOM AIRWAYS 👀]

It's raining love hearts in reference to Aziraphale's attempt at making Maggie and Nina fall in love.

Here are elevators to Heaven and Hell. A wee thing to spot. Here is Gabriel in the lift arriving from Heaven.

We've updated our flags to reference some of the plotlines in Season Two. For example, The Second Coming.

The movie poster artwork changes every week, representing the episode plotlines and the minisodes. We made the posters to look like the time period and in this case we've got a Good Omens version of Buddy Holly.

[The posters are:]

In the snack bar some of our popcorn is actually communion wafers.

There are specific characters from Season One in the boxes watching the movie as the procession goes by. This includes some of our original concept art from Season One.

The duck playing the accordion is from a newspaper headline that someone is reading in The Dirty Donkey from one of the episodes.

[this is also from the Good Omens book :): "Daily Mail. 'Letter From America.' Um, August the third," said Newt. "Just after the story about the woman in Worms, Nebraska, who taught her duck to play the accordion."]

Each episode is showing a new movie on the screen, each one selected by Douglas, and has clues about what's to come.

The season one phone box tumbles in the background.

The big mountain is made of all the ingredients from Season Two and a couple of remnants from Season One. We are heading towards the biggest Easter Egg, which is the lift. We're heading towards the Second Coming..

[books-and-omens]

Heyyyyyy I’d really like to talk more about the ball, who’s with me.

Because for all its glitter, the ball is dark. No, seriously, it’s dark. It’s eerie, it’s disturbing, and the narrative doesn’t shy away from showing us just how much. 

As in a classic fairytale, mortals are being spirited away into another realm to dance through the night. Here, however, we see exactly who is orchestrating the dance, and why.

And we empathize with him, but watching Aziraphale has never been so painful or so unsettling.

Nina arrives distraught and is immediately hit with the realization that she doesn’t feel distraught, even though she knows she should be feeling it. She confronts Aziraphale and he just tells her: oh yes! :) no long faces tonight! And she is disturbed throughout the ball, thinks she is losing her mind, questions and fights the enchantment… but from time to time, the enchantment still takes hold.

And just—

Aziraphale. Aziraphale, you do know that manipulating people is wrong, don’t you? You… do know that? And yes, of course, neither Crowley’s nor Aziraphale’s approach to morality is human. They are eldritch, they are otherworldly. It was Crowley who changed the paintball guns into real guns in S1, though of course, the humans still had choice in using them.

But the ball is still different.

We’ve never seen Aziraphale do anything quite so disturbing before, or go so obviously deep into his own delusion. There are moments during these scenes when even Crowley, permanently frustrated, is very nearly disturbed. (“Angel! What are you doing?” or “Making it rain is one thing, but a BALL?”)

I fully think that by that point in the story, Aziraphale is not all right. He is in an anxiety spiral, denying reality fiercely, obstinately, disastrously, not listening to any of Crowley’s hissed warnings. Yes, yes, he is giddy, he is in love. It’s so very important for him that everything go RIGHT this night, the night he gets to dance with Crowley. Is he even aware of everything he is conjuring up, of the enchantment he has woven? The humans who step through the doors of the bookshop change: their clothing, their mood, their speech patterns… By this point, is Aziraphale doing this consciously at all? Or is reality conforming to his expectations, forcing everyone into a replica of the nineteenth century while Aziraphale himself, distracted and smitten, works himself up to inviting Crowley to dance?

In the first few episodes, as fear and danger grow, as Aziraphale is faced with the danger specifically to Crowley (I don’t see why he would risk his existence for you, Shax tells him in the car), Aziraphale only denies reality all the more fiercely, only holds on to his plans tighter, only puts more force into them and exerts more control (really, rather like the archangels with their Great Plan).

And the ball, beautiful and otherworldly and eerie as it is, is also a dire warning. 

In the morning, it will be Crowley, not Aziraphale, who will get told off for manipulating Nina and Maggie. Aziraphale won’t reflect on this. He won’t be forced to reflect, and Metatron will manipulate him in turn.

There is a plan to follow. The show must go on.

GOD the ball is so dark.

[beauspot]

Thoughts on my second watch of Good Omens 2

i heard the fly buzzing in my first watch but didn’t know why and now i know

Maggie my sweet darling angel baby i love you

Aziraphale turning their car yellow

crowleys “no more dying” in extreme scottish.

Disposable Demon i’ll save you from these awful people i promise 😭

Aziraphale’s little smile when he says “smitten” to Crowley

i wonder if crowley was especially hurt because aziraphale seemed to be able to forgive gabriel who tried to kill him but can’t seem to forgive him being a demon.(still seeing all of this as a metaphor for internalized homophobia, like aziraphale knows he’s not the perfect angel he wants to be and he’s projecting his feelings about that onto crowley)

I can’t believe we got an actual ball. like pride and prejudice, bridgerton ball.

the beautiful score that started playing when aziraphale brought the chandelier down

i didn’t even realize that when they walked in the outfits changed. mrs sandwich made me realize(also i love her)

Nina being the only one to question the weird magical shit Aziraphale and Crowley do sends me so bad.

Season 2 took everything i liked about the first season (aziracrow, queer subtext, gay people, archangels, and beelzebub) and expanded on it

The adorable smile on Aziraphales face when he asked Crowley to dance 😭 he’s so pure(i should have known something was up, everything was going too well)

Crowley saying i won’t leave you on your own and Aziraphale saying i know 🤒

why isn’t aziraphale able to miracle nina and maggie??

crowley and mrs sandwich flirting. too cute

crowley saying he’s neither nice nor a lad.

crowleys little run in heaven when he’s following muriel

maggie giving the middle finger to the demons and laughing in their face when they tried to belittle her. queen

defensive aziraphale is so badass. just because he’s soft doesn’t mean he can’t stand up for himself or the people he loves

the random guitar solo in the final episode theme is so bizarre to me. why is it there?

ahh the raining hearts symbolizing crowleys vavoom plan!

crowley’s heavenly outfit not being white but “light grey”

the relief in aziraphale’s voice when crowley came back 😀

also him mumbling about the halo like he did with the sword 😭 but he sure loves to boast about the things he’s done right to crowley

aziraphale and crowley doing magic together has the power to set off alarm bells in heaven and they barely tried, they’re just in sync

saraqael was such a good addition to the cast.

crowley smiling at aziraphale going off on the angels and demons

“where beelzebub is, is my Heaven.” 🥹

the little knowing look after crowley mentions alpha centauri

the way they just interrupted michael’s speech by leaving 😭

i think that aziraphale was about to ask crowley to move in but that’s my opinion

the look the metatron gave crowley is so strange. i don’t like that

“JUST US. NOT YOU.”

“You’re not helping, angel.”

the softness in aziraphale’s voice when he talked about making crowley an angel again? how can you hate him! he thought he was doing the right thing!

also the miscommunication these two have is completely out of hand because crowley asked aziraphale if he said no and aziraphale hadn’t given an answer AT ALL to the metatron. the metatron told him to take his time. he went back to tell crowley the news first.

crowleys confession makes my stomach hurt. the way his voice broke when he said “we’ve spent our existence pretending that we aren’t.”. the way he had to force himself past his anxiety to tell aziraphale he wanted to spend eternity with him? fuck.

the way aziraphale tells crowley to come with him. like and through all of this they are losing each other, oh my god.

“i need you!” god aziraphale punch me in the face next time why don’t you?

i feel like in all this anger towards aziraphale a lot of people are ignoring that he put himself out there too. he was telling crowley he needed him just like crowley was

“no nightingales.” FUCK YOU GAIMAN

the way aziraphale touched his lips after. dear GOD. someone get michael sheen an emmy

seeing aziraphale struggle against his wanting to kiss crowley back and his fear and wanting him to come back to heaven further supports my internalized homophobia analogy

also even knowing the kiss was going to happen because of the spoiler it still didn’t quell my shock. nor did it ruin the scene, i think it actually surprised me more because it did not happen how i thought it would.

side note i saw some people saying they thought the kiss was going to be a cop out in some way. like a body swap or as a joke and i don’t really know why?

it just occurred to me that both aziraphale and crowley thought the other one was just doing that thing they do where they say they won’t help, or they’re on their own but they eventually come back not knowing that the other was completely set on these plans they had. this wasn’t like armageddon or saving gabriel.

the second coming…of jesus…

crowley cutting off “a nightingale sang in berkeley square”...i’m gonna jump

this being the ending for the next 3-4 years. oh.

[borealing]

also that crowleys method to make nina and maggie fall in love (caught in the rain shelter under a canopy) and aziraphales method (go to a dance and spontaneously realise theyve misunderstood each other and are deeply in love) both involve zero talking. its all realisations. theyre both just waiting for each other to figure it out.

[leiascully]

X-Files OctoberFicFest Day 10: Aurora Borealis

They climb out the window to sit on the roof like teenagers, Scully in the vee of Mulder’s legs with his arms around her. She leans back against his chest. The actual young people are in the back pasture, having a bonfire. Mulder and Jack spent the afternoon watering a wide circle around the fire pit, just in case. Neither of them are under any illusions that the younguns will be on their best behavior. Jack’s a bit of a wild child, for starters, and he’s their child, so he’s too smart for his own good. But they’re both proud of how far he’s come.

Grace is with her Uncle Charlie and her cousins at Maggie’s house. It seemed like the best solution; Jack and his friends are rowdy, and Grace never goes to bed when her brother’s out of the house. She wants to be with him all the time. He tolerates it pretty well, but still, bonfire night isn’t for littles.

“Like old times,” Mulder says in her ear.

“Mm,” she says. “Playing hooky, just the two of us.”

“Better, though,” he says. “Look at what we get to come home to.”

She rubs her hand up and down his thigh. It’s still firm under his jeans. “Too happily ever after for you?”

“Au contraire, mama bear,” he growls softly. “It’s just right.”

She smiles to herself and lets her head loll on his shoulder.

“Do you think it’s going to happen?” he asks.

“If it doesn’t, it’s still nice up here.”

He kisses the side of her head. “It is.”

They sit and wait, watching the sky. It is like old times, in some ways. They used to stargaze like this. She remembers the dancing lights in Idaho. She still can’t explain them, although she has some hypotheses. She flinches sometimes if she sees a satellite—she’s seen Mulder do it too—but tonight she feels entirely safe and utterly content.

“Look.” His voice is hushed. “Oh, Scully, look.”

In the dark sky, a sudden sifting of color: red, purple, pink, green. Sheets of shimmering pigment ripple against the velvet backdrop of the night. It’s gorgeous. It’s unreal. Tears rise in her eyes. She can hear whooping from the back pasture as Jackson and his friends catch sight of the lights.

“I never imagined it would look like this,” Mulder says, awed.

“The radiation from the solar wind excites particles in the plasma of the magnetosphere,” she says. "Those particles precipitate into our atmosphere. Borealis pertains to the wind, but it's really more of a rain, in a way."

“It’s magic,” Mulder says.

“I didn’t say it wasn’t.” She cuddles against him. “When you think about it, the odds are astronomical, Mulder. Here we are, on the roof of our house, after decades of a life where that wasn't even a possibility, on a planet that’s just the right distance from the sun to enjoy the benefits of the radiation, and we evolved such that these lights, this phenomenon, occurs in the visible spectrum of wavelengths that our eyes can see. And we have specialized cells in our eyes that allow us to perceive these specific wavelengths as colors, and a brain that can fill in the shades between.” She tilted her face to kiss the broad sweep of his jaw. “I can call that magic, or even a miracle.”

“I think all of this is a miracle,” he murmurs, wrapping her up in his arms.

She’ll kiss him later, when the lights fade, the two of them mellow with the poignant contentment of middle-age. They’ve earned their peace. For now, they watch the aurora dance, and the stars hold no malice.

[littergitawesome]

Ok this is just to rant cause I have no one to talk to but I’ve been thinking about good omens season two, and the difference in how Aziraphale and Crowley love and like!! Crowley wants everything to stay the same because he’s happy with their life. It’s always been there side to him which is shown through out history how ok he is with “fraternizing” and it’s shown in his plan to get Maggie and Nina together. His version of falling in love is finding shelter together in a rain storm because that’s what happened in the beginning it’s already happened and he’s been in love since. But with Aziraphale he wants Crowley’s to come to heaven with him because that’s where they’ll be safe and where they can build a better heaven together. He’s always been building up to this moment. and his idea is for them to dance together because that’s something he has to set up. It’s the next step because he was never as comfortable as Crowley, and before he was to afraid to think it would ever be anything. And in the end Crowley thinks Aziraphale wants to leave him and the life they built but Aziraphale thinks Crowley doesn’t find it worth it to build a new life together and there both stupid idiots who I love so much!

Anyway that’s not super coherent but whatever ��😈

[areyoudreaminof]

Like a Bright New Dream: Feysand 2.0

Did you all really think I wouldn't make a playlist for @officialfeysandweek?

From boot-knocking to their friendship, Feysand just reminds me what I love so much about this series. A couple that are truly partners and bring out the best in each other.

As always, deep dive under the cut!

The Warmth-Paris Paloma

It can't hurt me It's still there, but it can't now, the warmth's returning The warmth is coming back, and now, no, it can't hurt me It's still there, but it can't now, the warmth's returning

Here My Love-Jessica Pratt

He's sincerely worn this weary heart Here my love, near my love Try to keep my worries safe from where they'll do you harm But I can't be sure, endeavors I'm depending on Your love had a tender tone, would ease my own Fear my love, here my love

Head Over Feet-Alanis Morissette

You've already won me over In spite of me And don't be alarmed if I fall Head over feet And don't be surprised if I love you For all that you are I couldn't help it It's all your fault

All In Good Time-Iron and Wine & Fiona Apple

Dancing 'til we both collapse Wishing we could hide our tracks Something wants to eat us all Alive

Moon Girl-Ha Vey

Find me barefoot on the hillside swinging Pray down on your knees I'll keep all of your secrets tied up, up 'Cause I'm enveloped by the stars And I want you as you are Take me easily so far As I can dance to your guitar

Hearts a Mess-Gotye

Pick apart the pieces of your heart And let me peer inside Let me in where only your thoughts have been Let me occupy your mind as you do mine

Your heart's a mess You won't admit to it It makes no sense, but I'm desperate to connect And you, you can't live like this

Snooze-SZA

I'll touch that fire for you I do that three, four times again, I testify for you Long as you dreamin' 'bout me, ain't no problem I don't got nobody, just with you right now Tell the truth, I look better under you I can't lose when I'm with you How can I snooze and miss the moment? You just too important Nobody do body like you do

Black Mambo-Glass Animals

Slow down, it’s a science He’s been waiting to bring you down Snake eyed with a sly smile He can hold you and shake you child Leopards laze each on plush pillows Slender capes of red and chrome Paperback dreams in their deep doze Twitch their toes to black mambo

Witches-Alice Phoebe Lou

You've got this golden way of making my body sway Of making my mind fly away, of making it fly It's the world I love to be in Come on, let's go high above the ceiling Oh, we could be feeling, oh, what we could be feeling

2001-Foals

Oh, now the sun is up, high in the sky Lost in the sugar rush, violet sky Beachside candy cane, blue tongues in summer rain

I've been waiting all day inside Waiting for a summer sky When we run wild, we'll come up for air and go under again I've been waiting all day inside

Strawberry Swing-Coldplay

People movin' all the time Inside a perfectly straight line Don't you wanna just curve away? When it's such, it's such a perfect day It's such a perfect day Now the sky could be blue, I don't mind Without you, it's a waste of time Could be blue, I don't mind Without you, it's a waste of time Well, the sky could be blue, could be grey Without you, I'm just miles away

Adorn-Miguel

These lips (Would you be my f—) Can't wait to taste your skin (My friend, my freak) Baby, no, oh, no (Would you be my friend, my freak?) And these eyes, yeah I can't wait to see your grin (Art dealer chic) Just let my love Just let my love adorn you

Die For You-The Weeknd

Even though we're goin' through it And it makes you feel alone Just know that I would die for you Baby, I would die for you, yeah The distance and the time between us It'll never change my mind 'cause Baby, I would die for you

Love You For A Long Time-Maggie Rogers

Came in like a vision from the old west wind Like a bright new dream that I was steppin' in I saw your face, and I knew it was a sign And I still think about that moment All of the time You know that I could never make this up I found the reason and I'm not givin' it up I felt the fever, and I knew it was mine Oh I'm gonna love you for a long time

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[margotmignard-blog]

S3 BINGO

- Long haired Crowley

- Crowley reads Aziraphale’s diaries

- Heaven's plans are not the ineffable plan

- Ineffable plan has to do with putting these two idiots in their roles

- Suggestion box in Heaven.

- How Crowley fell

- Crowley was a super mega angel

- Nightingales singing

- 1650 apology dance

- 1941 apology dance

- What happened between 1941 and “too fast for me”

- Queen’s Too much love will kill you

- Reference to (not) going too fast

- Nina and Maggie with other roles

- Crowley: You what?

- Describing their relationship and what they feel explicitly as ineffable

- Crowley sarcastically calling Aziraphale "Supreme Archangel"

- Let there be light

- Crowley using the crank

- Crowley: on time

- Aziraphale at risk and Crowley saving him without resentment but not talkative

- Crowley calling Aziraphale an idiot

- Three minisodes, but from Crowley's perspective

- Rain, shelter, proper kiss and vaboom

- (The chemistry between Aziraphale and Crowley has disappeared because Michael Sheen and David Tennant have been fucking during this time). My biggest fear and my biggest hope

[bookie-bookdust]

Songs for Writing🪶

An oddly specific list of songs for writing certain types of feelings, but ya know whatever - large mixture of genres.

Songs for fighting for your life:

One Hundred Strings by Secession Studios

on the verge by thrown

The Deep, the Dark by Tamer

Don't Look Away by The Plot In You

Every Reborn by Dario Marianelli

Run Boy Run by Woodkid

Suffer With Me by líue

Songs that make you feel like you're spinning:

Chaotic Theme by The Irrepressibles

Concertina Ballerina by Alternative Radio

Dreamland by Glass Animals

Golden Brown by The Stranglers

･ ･－･ ･－ ･･･ ･ －･･ －･ －－－ ･･･ － ･ ･－－･ －－－ －･ ･－－ ･･ －･ －－･ by Erased Tapes

La bohème by Charles Aznavour (especially at the end)

Hijo de la luna by Mecano

Songs that make you want to stare at the ceiling:

In My Room by Julia Wolf

Charms by Abel Korzeniowski

Le secret by Mathieu Lamboley

Calico Skies by Paul McCartney

who are you when you're alone by Maggie Lindemann

are you okay? by Jacal

What Did You See? by Cemeteries

Songs for the dark:

The Night Window by Thomas Newman

Nights in White Satin by the Moody Blues

Lavender Oil by Nicholas Britell

Vincent by Don McLean

Togetherness I by Tobias Lilja

Punish by Ethel Cain

lovenote by airshade

Songs for slow dancing:

Harvest Moon by Neil Young

I'm In The Mood For Love by Julie London

Let You Break My Heart Again by Laufey

Lens by Bilmuri

SLOW DANCING IN THE DARK by Galleons

Flightless Bird, American Mouth by Iron & Wine

Under The Table by BANKS

Songs for driving in the night:

Posthumous Forgiveness by Tame Impala

DARE by Gorillaz

That House by Dance With the Dead

Always with Me, Always with You by Joe Satriani

Rain by Mr.Kitty

Fiebre by Bad Gyal

A Little Death by the Neighbourhood

[hyperactive-and-hyperfixating]

Ok I’m back.

*Good Omens series 2 spoilers*

I slept on it and I’ve settled a bit with the kiss scene. Even though I still feel ripped open and aching over the whole thing. It was giving us what we wanted but in the most excruciating way. (Thanks for that, Gaiman)

In all seriousness, I loved the season. The entire story and smaller stories throughout. I know it’s building for something greater too. I trust Neil implicitly to make it right in s3. I’m just gonna be in panic mode until it’s confirmed. And by make it right I mean literally Crowley and Aziraphale making amends. I don’t mean to say what happened is in any way wrong. It’s exactly how it would play out, it’s just not happy and fluffy. It’s REAL. Neil did an amazing job (hurting us ha) bringing that to the screen. And Michael and David.

I’ve wrapped my head around the idea a bit more and it makes sense that Aziraphale would still fight it. It’s his m.o. He needs time to acclimate and catch up to Crowley. It just hurts. I’m hurting as Crowley. He’s always ready to jump. To make the move. He always put his heart on the line for Aziraphale, albeit a bit more subtly. He wants Aziraphale to choose him like he’s done for the angel so many times before. Wants to be loved and accepted. By the only person who would, could and SHOULD. Ow.

But honestly it’s been this long and they’ve gone through so much together a little longer isn’t too bad, right? And hey, we got ineffable bureaucracy canonized???? That’s… incredible. I won’t even get started on that here and now. This season WAS romantic. For so many different reasons and pairings.

Nina and Maggie are another good example of relationships done realistically. Not like in the movies. Neither avoiding rain under a canopy or dancing at a ball is going to make Nina magically move on from her seemingly very toxic (narcissistic/abusive?) recent ex. And if she did it wouldn’t be a very healthy start for her and Maggie.

Once again, praise Gaiman, for somehow mixing traditional notions of romance and love with reality so seamlessly. It didn’t have that feeling of cold reality some movies and shows do when trying to prove the point of “not all endings are happy.” And it wasn’t just ooey gooey either. Brilliant. The man’s just brilliant.

Ok, I’m gonna wrap this up cause I could go on. There’s sooooo much more I could touch on and this was supposed to be short. After decompressing a bit I’m looking forward to rewatching the whole thing again knowing how the storylines all play out.

[frogguchi]

crowley suggested that maggie and nina could fall in love while sheltering from the rain to parallel their first meeting in eden and when aziraphale shielded him with his wing. aziraphale suggested the ball and says they would fall in love during the dance, realize they’re made for each other etc. and later on invites crowley to the dance.

crowley suggested something he has experienced before, unexpected, a distant memory still familiar. aziraphale suggested something that hasn't happened yet, offering it later on.

something something about crowley falling in love with aziraphale throughout the years, maybe by chance, by accident, through things that aziraphale does (using his wing as an umbrella, giving him holy water despite disagreeing with it, etc), and he thinks of falling in love as a chance, something that different circumstances lead them to it, until they eventually and inevitably fall in love.

on the other hand, aziraphale falls in love with crowley throughout the years through their actions and interactions, like when before the beginning he liked seeing crowley happy and in eden he was still nice to crowley despite him being a demon. to dance with someone, you would have to ask them to dance. it’s a choice. and aziraphale thinks of love as a choice, something that you have to consider many things before falling in love, and, at the end of the day, he still continues to choose to love crowley even through unconventional means.

tl;dr: crowley could be thinking that love happens through chances, and aziraphale could be thinking that love is a choice.

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Untitled By Ramin Hossaini

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Big Sur Diptych I: Summer Solstice The Red Bull/The Psalm-Singers The Big Sur Diptychs were written in the early 1980s when for more than eighteen months solitude meant a backpacking tent perched on a cliff almost half a mile above the Pacific Ocean. Although the human context below was fraught, the time on the mountain stands out in my memory for its simple happiness, spaces of freedom from anxiety, moments of terror—a density of glory that burns there like a jewel of the night. * * * Big Sur is one of the wildest, most spectacular coasts in the world. It runs some eighty miles down the edge of California from Carmel to San Luis Obispo. There are no power lines for much of its length, and telephones are unreliable. In some places the road is two-lane only by name: sections of it are forever falling into the sea, or buried by landslides from the mountains that rise straight from the ocean floor and overhang it. Some slides take years to clear. These slides cut off the sparse population from north-south communication, and the single east-west paved road over the coastal range can cause vertigo in the most intrepid. For nearly two years as health and circumstance allowed, I lived in a tent pitched on a south-facing slope twenty-three hundred feet above the sea, through all seasons of Big Sur’s Mediterranean climate. There were hurricane force winds that rolled monstrous waves unimpeded from Japan and smashed them against the cliffs with such force that the earth trembled; there were torrential rains, sleet and frost, and months-long stretches of calm sunshine. These were months refulgent with stillness and the leisure to be and to observe. I watched lizards catch moths, the seasonal flights of birds, weather forming over the broad bay, the changing angle of the sun in the slow evening as the molten sphere flamed its way down the vault of heaven to slip into a sapphire sea. At night I would be visited by ‘coons and foxes, and sometimes a mountain lion’s scream from nearby brush would shatter the dark. The faint roar of surf wafted upward through the silence; the slow, wheeling dance of constellations turned overhead. It sounds idyllic, and it was. But violating this chastity of wildness were flights of experimental aircraft and things that might not be so easily identified as aircraft flying low in the dark, so low I could see the heads of the crews bathed in the red glow of flight decks. One of these craft, I know now, was a prototype of the B-1 bomber, but I will never forget that night when the strange whoosh of its engines jerked me from sleep, and I gazed in horrified fascination at the bizarre shape skimming the mountain at treetop level. In daylight hours B-52s patrolled high overhead, and sometimes the shriek of fighter-bombers—planes with tail configurations even a commercial airline captain could not identify—would ricochet off the sea and reverberate against the cliffs. Looking across the Pacific toward the rim of the world, I would see one or sometimes a small group of specks coming toward me flat out, two feet above the waves. In the moment you thought they would surely slam straight into the rock they would pull up, terrain-following. Only a few hundred feet horizontally from me they would howl past, bristling with missiles, gradually, then sharply, climbing to clear the peak that rose another twenty-five hundred feet, half a mile beyond my perch. I got to know the regulars among the pilots. We developed a strange, waving acquaintance, an eerie well-wishing between people dedicated to opposite ends and means. They knew I was a nun from my tunic and my location; I knew they carried nuclear weapons.

[by Maggie Ross]

[Thanks to “Alive On All Channels”]