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The Them: Ten Years Later
Pepper: At university to study political science and women’s history. She’s at a Women’s March. Her girlfriend (not pictured) is marching next to her.
Brian: Studying environmental science and giving talks inspiring young people to fight climate change.
Wensleydale: Just won a Young Chef’s Award. He’ll get to accounting eventually, just not quite yet.
Adam: Writing his fourth novel and still living in Tadfield. Dog (not pictured) is asleep at his feet and seems not to have aged a day.
wonder if aziraphale has ever used the “you’ll wake up having just had a dream of whatever it is you like best” on crowley. like he falls asleep on the sofa in the shop and aziraphale lets him nap for a while until it starts to look like crowley might be having a nightmare, then aziraphale sits next to him on the sofa and gives him a dream about “whatever he likes best” to remember when he wakes up.
crowley always wakes up from moments like that a little soft and a little disoriented, reaching for aziraphale’s hands before he’s come fully awake, hanging on a little. “angel,” crowley mumbles. “angel, i thought i was–” but then he opens his eyes and stops himself from finishing whatever he was going to say, and releases aziraphale’s hands, and aziraphale just smiles and pats crowley’s shoulder and doesn’t ask what it was crowley dreamed about.
and then armageddon doesn’t happen, and the next time crowley has a nightmare on aziraphale’s sofa, aziraphale is taken aback by how fast crowley falls into it–gasping, writhing, as if in pain, hands clenching. he sits next to crowley and tells him, “you’re dreaming, you’re dreaming about what you would like best,” and snaps his fingers to perform the miracle, and crowley is bolting upright, grabbing aziraphale’s hands, still gasping, still trying to catch his breath.
“angel,” he says. “angel, i thought i was–”
and just as aziraphale thinks he ought to pull himself away, he decides, quite unexpectedly, not to. things are different now, after everything they’ve been through. “what did you think?” he asks softly. he doesn’t let crowley’s hands go.
crowley stares at him. stares at their hands, stares at aziraphale again. “i thought i was–here,” he says.
“you are here,” aziraphale answers, his chest going warm and full.
“i dreamt i was with you, here,” crowley says, pressingly, as if aziraphale isn’t quite getting it.
“you are here, with me,” aziraphale assures him. what you like best, that’s what aziraphale had said, wasn’t it? that is the miracle he performed, isn’t it? his heart his pounding; in crowley’s hold, his hands are sweating. does that mean–?
“i dreamt i was with you, here,” crowley says, “and you were–”
he falters. his brow furrows. he leans in ever so slightly; his gaze drops to aziraphale’s mouth.
no, aziraphale realises, all of a sudden. the miracle wasn’t whatever crowley likes best. it was whatever crowley would like best.
“oh,” aziraphale says. “oh, well. well, i am with you, here. and i–i would.”
“you–you would?”
and oh, yes, aziraphale would. he would have done it a thousand times already, given half the chance. and here it was: a whole, shining chance.
aziraphale’s hands were still caught in crowley’s, which made it easy to lean in and, so gently it might not even be happening at first, so gently crowley could have moved away and still been entirely safe, aziraphale kisses him.
crowley does not move away. instead he leans into it, tightens his hands around aziraphale’s and leans in, parts his lips and leans in.
they kiss, and kiss, and kiss, until they can’t be kissing anymore, until they’re smiling too hard to be kissing anymore, and crowley leans his forehead against aziraphale’s and giggles.
“you know,” he says, “that was better than i dreamt it.”
“oh,” aziraphale says innocently, before dissolving into giggles himself. “did you dream about it? fancy that.”
little-arcadia asked:
Hello Neal. Do you think I can cosplay Madame Tracy with bright pink hair or will it be out of character? Thank you
There is no hair that you could cosplay Madame Tracy with that would be out of character.
Good Omens Novel: explicitly said Aziraphale is very intelligent
Good Omens Fandom: Aziraphale is pure of heart, home of sexual, and dumb of ass
One criticism I’ve heard about shipping in general is the, “Why do you have to make everything about sex? Why can’t you just appreciate the profound friendship between these two characters?” And the answer is, of course, about representation and removing plausible deniability. Because kissing and/or sexual behaviour (on screen or implied) are the only ways for us not to have to convince straight people that this is, in fact, a romance. And it’s humiliating to have to justify a queer reading of a show when there’s always some homophobe ready to tell you you’re delusional and sex-obsessed.
If there was some other way, I might have said, to depict a relationship as romantic that would still translate objectively to all but the most dedicated denier of queerness, then yeah, no problem. Kissing doesn’t always further the plot (not that that’s seen as a problem, apparently, in a great many het pairings), so if there’s no kissing, BUT it’s obviously queer anyway, then great, we’ll take it. But I would have said it in a gotcha kind of way, because heteronormativity is really freaking powerful and unless their tongues are down each other’s throats, people who don’t think of themselves as homophobic will still think I’m making it up.
More simply, straight people need kissing in order to see a pairing as romantic. Queer readers have always been able to identify intimacy in a variety of ways. We’ve had no choice, since that was the only representation available to us. Admittedly, it’s nice to see characters you love kissing, and we’d like to have that more often. But from a practical standpoint, kissing is required in queer pairings mainly so that we don’t have to justify our reading to straight people (because it’s annoying and they never believe us anyway). Again, if there was some other way to show romantic love between two characters beyond a reasonable doubt, and kissing would actually detract from the plot, then fine, but good luck with that.
The relationship between Crowley and Aziraphale, as @neil-gaiman has written it for the show, is precisely that. So obviously a loving relationship, so clearly a lasting, intimate connection, that kissing really isn’t required to seal the deal. It’s not that their love is hinted at in subtle ways so queer readers can grasp at straws without homophobic people getting offended. We’ve got lots of that already. It’s that it’s so blindingly obvious that only the most homophobic reader would even try to deny it
Now of course homophobic readers of the requisite type are not in any way lacking. Even with the creators and actors going on and on in interviews and all over social media about how this is a love story and they’re an odd couple and they gaze longingly at each other and each would do anything for the other, unless they’re seen to be shagging, people will still deny it. But this way, they’re the ones who look sex-obsessed and desperate, and scrambling wildly to impose their world view on a text that really doesn’t support it. Let them have to do that for a change.
Let them scuttle off to their caves and deny all they want. We don’t have time for them. Our angels have a reservation at the Ritz.
I saw a great thing about this that I wanted to add to this post:
You know who don’t kiss the entire show? Didn’t make a single declaration of love?
Shadwell and madam Tracey.
You know who most people consider having ended up together despite never saying anything, despite never kissing?
Shadwell and Madam Tracey.
So… why can’t people just consider crowley and aziraphale being together in the end despite never saying anything or even kissing?
Cause homophobia.
commission for @lothiriel84 who wanted an emotional hug between Aziraphale and Crowley~