I think we should give props to Sarah for being (at the very least) one of if not the most convincing manipulative villain because the way that mf literally planted bombs on random people's heads to do her bidding (that included in half of these people dying btw) and yet managed to persuade two people she did dirty (again one of them the same one she did the thing with the bomb) and backstabbed them again in the back shortly after with relative ease??
And also because I will admit I did fall for her facade in episodes 4 and 5 that when she revealed herself I cursed her-
But still reluctant claps for her because this girlboss sure can gaslight
i love the idea of terry putting a ring on it in mercy. let our favorite psychopath get everything he has always desired! daniel wears silver of course to their private wedding ceremony and as a surprise, wears a garter on his thigh under his suit. terry goes feral when he discovers it later on that night of course ;)
Aziraphale Loves earth and humanity. He is never someone who will choose to run away or give up, as long as thereโs something he can do. He has his limited pov but thatโs understandable. Just like he depends on Crowley to show him alternatives and the power of questioning, Crowley depends on him to be grounded and learn to stay for the ones he loves. Itโs just thatโฆ when things go out of balance, what we love and need most about others often hurts us the mostโฆ
In season one, Crowley didnโt run to Alpha Centauri, even when it meant free from Heaven and Hell, because he lost Aziraphale, the one he chose to belong to. And he decided to basically run to his doom because โwherever you are Iโll come to you.โ
Iโve always thought that was a beautiful touch: Free will birth from choosing to belong. Without someone weโd love to stay with, freedom doesnโt mean much, either. Those are not mutually exclusive. Just like Crowley and Aziraphale are always on their own side. Theyโre inseparable.
Their fight in season 2 finale demonstrated whatโd happen when people valued one side over another or insisted one of those were essentially โbetterโ โ love breaks and everything ends up in tears.
Harry reached up, pushed back Voldemortโs hood, and met red eyes. Color burst through limbal rings, bleeding into the sclera in jagged lines, bright as blood. His face was smooth and pale, his lips thin, chapped, crowning a strong jaw mottled with the faintest trace of scales. His ears were flat against his head, which was completely smooth, and when Harry trailed his fingers up, he thought he could feel the veins beneath such thin, papery skin.
He'd never been so fascinated by anyone. He wanted to see more, to discover what else might be scaled.