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junkboxknox asked:

How much of a hand did you personally have in the casting? I can't think of a single character where it's not spot on. My dad and I have been loving this amazing series! Big fans of you and Terry Pratchett. Would be interesting to know what your fave scene is too (book or series). Love from Reading!

neil-gaiman answered:

I cast Michael Sheen, David Tennant, Jon Hamm and Nick Offerman personally, and insisted that Josie Lawrence reprise her role as Agnes Nutter from the Radio version. I went to see Michael McKean on Broadway planning to ask him to play Marvin the preacher, and asked him if he could do a Scottish Accent and if he’d come to the UK for a few months instead Beyond that, the casting was very mutual: Suzanne Smith was our casting director, and she worked closely with me and with Douglas Mackinnon the director. In the end the choices were always ours. Douglas suggested people he had worked with (like Lourdes Faberes, whom he had directed in Knightfall or Danny Mays, whom he had directed in Line of Duty) and I suggested people like Gloria Obianyo (I had seen her in Arturo UI at the Donmar, and thought she was brilliant) but they all auditioned and were our first choices. So I signed off on everyone.

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saipng asked:

hello Neil! first thing’s first: good omens completely blew me away. i know you receive a lot of compliments but just. you know when you love something so much it hurts? yeah, that’s good omens to me. thank you. but enough about me - i have a question! do you have any idea where Crowley’s flat is located? i know it’s supposed to be central london, but central london is pretty huge. personally i’d put it somewhere around Waterloo, but I wanted to know if you had a concrete location in mind?

neil-gaiman answered:

You can see the Houses of Parliament from his windows, so it’s probably somewhere in Westminster.

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More Aziraphale & Crowley wing thoughts - 

Yes, they have wings. Of course they do. Fallen angel or standard issue, it goes with the package.

And the wings are always there, except they aren’t quite there.

Angels and demons can see each others’ wings - well, not quite see. Perceive. And they can gesture with them, and stretch them widely to get the kinks out, and shed feathers on everything; they’re always there.

But celestial wings don’t quite fit into the human realm, so if one is in a human form, one’s wings aren’t noticeable or even perceptible by any human sense unless the celestial being in question wants them to be.

So there is the occasional awkward situation when, for example, Aziraphale, making a point to a friend as he strolls through the park, gestures emphatically with a wing and accidentally sticks it right through a typical human passerby. No harm done, of course, aside from it feeling quite weird.[1] Not bad weird, necessarily. But being imperceptibly impaled with an angelic appendage does leave a psychic imprint, a bit like having forgotten something rather nice.[2]

  1. Not weird to Aziraphale, of course; he probably doesn’t even notice unless Crowley sort of points and goes… “um… you’ve… got a thing…” ↩
  2. When Crowley does it, it’s definitely bad weird. And whatever it is it feels like you’ve forgotten, you really hope you don’t remember. ↩
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lynnafred

freakthemer asked:

You said you have a gorss zucchini story?

lynnafred answered:

I SURE DO. Another person beat you to it and I’ve answered it here, but because farms are disgusting I have no shortage of gross vegetable stories.

Zucchini are great vegetables. They taste great, they’re easy to grow, and people love them even if they’re bizarre looking. (You’d be amazed at how many people love BIG HUGE zukes because they make great zucchini pancakes, breads, and boats.)

What’s not so great about zukes is that you get a whole lot of them and they only last about a week in top condition. 

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azireffable

beach vacation … crowley’s spent the first hour out in knee deep water, trying to catch a fish with his bare hands. and aziraphale, despite his very outdated bathing suit, has made no effort to approach the water. content with a book in the shade.

cue crowley eventually stalking towards aziraphale with a bucket of water and the angel just knows, can sense he’s up to no good. instantly sets aside his book, “crowley? crowley, no!” like he’s scolding a dog. “c'mere, angel,” “crowley, stay back–” “just gimme a kiss, that’s all i want, is some sugar! why’re you shouting at me on our honeymoon?” “because, you’re up to no good!” “aww, come on, that’s why you married me!”

he looks positively devilish! grin all wide. keeps his distance, though, throwing an arm up in what would look like defeat if one didn’t know any better. “it’s just a bit of water,” “a bit of water? are you listening to yourself? i’m trying to have a relaxing day at the beach!” “at the beach, he says. who goes to the beach to sit in the sand the whole time? come play,”

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