A heavy bass beat began to thump through the Bentley as they sped past Heathrow.
Aziraphale’s brow furrowed.
“I don’t recognize this,” he said. “What is it?”
“It’s Tchaikovsky’s ‘Another One Bites the Dust,’” said Crowley, closing his eyes as they went through Slough.
To while away the time as they crossed the sleeping Chilterns, they also listened to William Byrd’s “We Are the Champions” and Beethoven’s “I Want to Break Free.” Neither were as good as Vaughan William’s “Fat-Bottomed Girls.”
- Neil Gaiman, Terry Pratchett, Good Omens
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Wips wips wips wips. Wips for days. Disney Aziraphale in progress. It’s taking a while to find the time to sink a few solid hours in.
from bits of the TV script it looks like a&c are actually arguing and having angst which is probably more effective in terms of drama but also infinitely less amusing to me than the polite friendship that both of them instantly fell into in book canon & maintained for millennia (or at least, that’s how i always read it). like yeah he’s a demon or whatever with snake eyes and a lisp and v fucked up feet, but i’m not going to worry about it too much, do you fancy dinner at the ritz old chum. hoho let’s have a philosophical debate and get drunk on vintage wine. In the TV script aziraphale genuinely rejects crowley (“we’re not friends” & “i dont even like you”) and they’re having all this drama & being shoved against walls, etc. In the book crowley’s just like “what about sushi tho” and aziraphale is like hm yeah. good point. okay we’ll hold hands and fight satan together i guess.
Have I ever had a single problem in my life that couldn’t be solved by Indian food because I don’t think I have
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