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hikarry · 4 months

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Another imagine? Right after the last one? Bet your tits! Whatever do you want? It's not my fault if I feel inspired when I'm depressed.

Aziraphale was looking down on Earth. He was vaguely aware of Uriel standing behind him, but he payed her no mind. By now he was used to having her around. Ever since he came back to Heaven and it was announced he was the new Supreme Archangel, she had become his shadow. Rare were the moments when he was actually alone.

Suddenly, there was a commotion down the corridor. Loud voices and groans and...hissing?

He stepped away from the Globe, looking over his shoulder towards Uriel. She was as impassive as always.

Right. She probably didn't know anything about it either.

A door was opened brutally, and the footsteps grew closer.

Aziraphale rotated towards the noise, spine straight, hands clasped behind his back. He waited patiently, certain that whatever it was was indeed coming his way.

What he saw was absolutely not what he expected.

When the doors of the room banged open, Aziraphale was greeted by the Metraton, Michael, Sandalphon and a small army of angels. And Crowley.

The demon was rudely tossed at his feet by two angels that were previously holding him up by the arms. His hands were on his back, restricted by silver handcuffs that decidedly felt holy. From where he stood, he could see the raw red skin where the handcuffs touched him.

He was on his knees, sitting back, his head hanging forwards while his back moved erractly up and down with each quick and difficult breath he took.

Aziraphale finally peeled his eyes off the demon in front of him, slowly running his eyes through the archangels and the Metraton.

"What's the meaning of this?"

"It's been 8 years, and we have made little to no progress towards our goal." The Metraton began, voice booming. "You've been distracted, never fully focused on the greater good and we decided it was time we took care of the problem by its root."

With his chin, he pointed towards Crowley and one of the angels took a couple of steps forward and abruptly grabbed the demon by his short auburn hair, pulling it violently backwards so he was looking up at Aziraphale. Crowley hissed with the movement. His eyes were closed, but Aziraphale could now see the few black scales on his skin, two fangs peeking through his lips. The angel pulled again, and Crowley snapped his eyes open, and their eyes met. There was no sign of any white, his eyes full blown yellow. The slith barely visible. He looked wild. And tired. Aziraphale stopped breathing for a moment before moving his gaze from Crowley back to the Metraton.

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean. In my opinion, our plans are going quite smoothly."

"You've played enough with us and our future, Supreme Archangel." It was Sandalphon's turn to talk, apparently. His smile was sickening. "It's time you take action."

Aziraphale quickly looked back down at Crowley, before snapping back to the archangel.

"Action?"

"It's your divine duty to neutralize this demon." The Metraton opened his arms, as if in demonstration.

Behind his back, Aziraphale's closed in fists, and, for a moment, the room fell into a heavy silence. The only noise was Crowley's still labored breathing.

Before he could answer, the Metraton waved his hand and a violent pain took over his head, making him stagger backwards, both hands on each side of his face. His veins were lava hot. The sounds of his heart beating overtaking anything else. His mind felt like it was about to explode and implode at the same time. His lungs were sent into overdrive and he staggered back a few more steps, with his eyes closed. A hand was placed on his back, stopping him from moving.

When Aziraphale opened his eyes again, his vision was swimming. The borders of his gaze were unfocused and dark, white speckles flying around. He tried to focus on anyone, but the faces were all blurred. Out of his control, his hand swung down and he felt something heavy materialize on his hand, but he couldn't tell what it was.

Everything is alright, Aziraphale.

A voice that sounded weirdly like the Almighty flooded his head, and he felt his corporation start to tremble.

It has to be done.

What had to be done? He was so so confused. His head hurt so much. But this voice felt so warm. So comforting. Yet terrifying.

It is my wish.

What wish? What was She talking about?

Heavy breathing took over his senses, but it wasn't his own. It had too much underlying hissing to be his.

Crowley.

Crowley was here, in Heaven.

They wanted him to kill Crowley.

The Almighty wanted him to kill Crowley?

His heart banged against his ribcage, some feeling he hadn't felt in a while trying to fight the pain he was currently under.

Aziraphale tried to take another step back, away from Crowley, but the hand on his back stopped him and actually pushed him forward this time.

He hadn't noticed closing his eyes again, but now they were back open, and his gaze fixed itself on Crowley's face. He was still looking up at him, the angel still grabbing him by the hair. His breathing was still everything he could hear, echoing inside his head. His eyes still looked a mix of tired and wild, but now there was something else. Something else Aziraphale couldn't quite place.

No. Absolutely not. Out of the question. Ask him for anything but that. Hell, ask him to close all his eyes and stop spinning, and he will. But not this. Never this.

Someone was talking, but it sounded like they were underwater. Aziraphale couldn't understand a single word, but it made Crowley take his eyes away from him and look to the side, ever without moving his head, a snarl on his face. He tried to push to his feet, but the angel behind him stepped on his leg and forced him back down, twisting the strands in his hand.

"No." Aziraphale tried to say, but he wasn't sure the sound actually came out of his mouth. It must have because now Crowley's gaze was on him again. And so was Metraton's and everyone else's.

There was another spike of pain in his head that pushed him to drop to his knees. He heard Crowley's voice. It was clearly Crowley's voice. But he didn't understand what he was saying for as much as he forced himself to hear.

With his free hand on his head, with a vice grip on his own curls, he tried to regain control of himself, but it was like swimming against the tide. A very heavy and fast tide, at that.

With a groan, he pushed himself up to his feet once again, his legs almost failing below him.

Tell me you said no.

Crowley's voice.

You can't leave this bookshop.

Aziraphale took a sharp breath when he felt his heart ache. Was this what a heart attack felt like? He was in Heaven. He was an angel. He couldn't possibly have a heart attack, could he?

Stop.

The pain had to stop.

Something was wrong. Very wrong.

I understand a whole lot better than you do.

Right. Crowley. He was in Heaven. He had to take him away from here. Away from him. Back to Earth. To safety.

He pried his eyes open, but before he could focus on anything, his vision tilted sideways, going momentarily dark.

It's my wish.

No nightingales.

Both voices flooded him at the same time, making both his head and his heart soar with knife sharp pain.

His vision came back and he quickly looked around, taking as much as he could.

The Archangels and angels seemed considerably farther away than before. The Metraton, Crowley, and the angel holding him down remained in the same place.

Aziraphale!

It was a single word, but two different voices were saying it.

The Almighty and Crowley.

Crowley.

Aziraphale's gaze fell upon the demon again. He was still staring back up at him, but the wildness on his eyes was gone. Instead, he looked scared. Worried. It was hard to read or think with his heartbeat reverberating through his head like a church bell.

He tempted you.

The Almighty talked again in his mind.

Don't let yourself Fall, Aziraphale.

Fear ran through his heart.

He wasn't Falling. Crowley would never let him Fall. He would never do anything to make him Fall.

Crowley was his best friend.

He is the Serpent of Eden.

He's Crowley.

He is the Original Tempter.

He's Crowley. Just Crowley. He had always just been Crowley. Wild, impulsive, ridiculous, caring Crowley. But just Crowley.

He's a demon.

I lied.

The Almighty's voice morphs into Crowley's. But it was all inside his head. He was looking at Crowley. His lips were parted, but only to help his breathing. He wasn't talking.

He's a demon. He lies.

He himself had told him that many centuries ago.

No nightingales.

That was a lie. There was nightingales. There had always been. Aziraphale was just a coward.

A sob climbs up his throat, but refuses to come out.

A warm sensation took his right hand as the Metraton said something he couldn't quite understand because of the whole underwater sensation. The angel holding Crowley finally let go and joined the other angels.

"Get out of here." Aziraphale heard himself say, almost begging.

Crowley got up to his feet, swaying for a moment before finding his balance once again. His mouth moved at the same time as the Metraton's, but Aziraphale heard neither.

The demon turned around, fangs bared, keeping himself between Aziraphale and the Metraton.

"Get out of here." Aziraphale repeated, and Crowley swung around, facing him once again.

Suddenly, the demon was just a few feet away from him and oh. That scent. He hadn't felt it in a long time, but it was unforgettable. Cinnamon and the earth after a storm. A forest fire and sandalwood.

Aziraphale's head throbbed again and his eyes rolled back on his sockets involuntary, pulling a whine out of his throat.

He's a demon.

He's the enemy, Aziraphale.

Enemy. Demon.

He's evil.

Evil.

Life will never take its course while he is breathing. The Earth will never be avenged while he stands.

"Aziraphale."

Crowley's voice pulled him back to the present like the snap of an elastic.

He's a threat.

Shut up.

And threats must be neutralized.

Shut up.

He tempted the humans. He tempted you.

"Angel?" Crowley's voice was so soft. When was the last time he had heard it that soft? That vulnerable?

The demon Crowley wasn't soft. Or vulnerable. He was the Serpent of Eden. The Enemy. And he was standing right in front of him. Yellow on the blue. Or was it purple?

You're my soldier, Aziraphale.

Aziraphale could see something like a purple tint on Crowley's face.

Purple.

He was the Supreme Archangel of all Heaven.

He was the Almighty's soldier.

The angel lifted his hand, the flaming sword now between them. He could almost see the flames licking at Crowley's neck.

Aziraphale watched as Crowley swallowed, ever without taking his gaze away from the Archangel's. And then he smiled.

His outstretched hand wavered, the sword with it.

"It's your duty, Aziraphale." The Metraton's voice boomed once again, and his vision tilted one more time.

Out of his control, he felt his body moving forward, the tip of his sword touching something sturdy. Trying to think was like moving through molasses, and he couldn't see anything. Something cold fell from his eyes. His whole body was trembling, fighting against whatever was taking charge at the moment because it was not him. It couldn't possibly be him.

Crowley is the Serpent of Eden.

I am the Supreme Archangel.

"Aziraphale."

Something pushed back against the sword.

I am the Almighty's soldier.

Nothing lasts forever.

"Angel, please... Just look at me." Crowley sounded so defeated. So wrong.

Aziraphale wouldn't stand for that. Not again.

His vision came back as the sword clanged to the floor. His arm was still outstretched, shaking between them.

His heartbeat took control of all his senses once again, and time now seemed to be running through molasses itself.

You're the Supreme Archangel.

The Almighty's voice sounded wrong too. Now that he took a moment to notice, it barely sounded like the Almighty at all.

Yes, I am.

Aziraphale waved his hand and the Archangels and the angels were tossed against the wall in a violent gust of wind.

"Aziraphale!" The Metraton was walking closer, quite clearly upset. "What do you think you're doing?!"

Aziraphale snapped his fingers, and the handcuffs fell off Crowley's wrists before he closed the space between them and grabbed the demon by the jacket, pushing him to stand behind him. With another wave of his hand, another sudden gust of wind came to life, but the Metraton snapped his fingers, and it died down. The sword materialized on his hand once more while his wings appeared from the pocket dimension onto his back, covering Crowley.

"This is enough. Let him leave." The angel said, brandishing his sword towards the Metraton. "I will stay. I will follow the plans we were working on. But let him leave."

"Aziraphale-" Crowley talked, his hands resting on Aziraphale's hips, but he was cut by the Metraton.

"He is the enemy, Aziraphale! Not us! We are your family!" He was fuming. "You can't disobey the Almighty! It is her wish!"

"Is it?" Aziraphale lifted an eyebrow. "The Almighty hasn't talked to anyone in Millennia. Not to me. Certainly not to you. You have no idea what the Almighty truly wants, do you? No one does! Remember the Apocalypse? Everyone thought that was the Great Plan, and yet Earth is still here. I'm still here." The sword started flaming. "I advise you to let him leave."

"Aziraphale," Crowley's hands squeezed his hips, and the angel felt the demon's body leaning against his back. "You can't stay here."

"Crowley-"

"It has been 8 bloody years. With no notes. No news." His fingers dug into Aziraphale's flesh. "Come home." Aziraphale swallowed.

"You can't leave. You're the Supreme Archangel!"

It took a couple of moments for Aziraphale to regain his bearing. With Crowley's hands on him and feeling his warm breath on the back of his neck after all this time, it was almost as difficult to think as before. He shook himself, taking a deep breath, and finally answered:

"By title, yes. But did I ever really have the power?" The Metraton stopped moving. "I'm not as naive as you think I am. The only reason I accepted this position was to keep Crowley safe. And because of the Second Coming. But I didn't believe whatever lies you tried to lay on me these past years for a single second." He smiled. "I never had any chance, did I? I was never in command of anything at all. I was merely your puppet. You were just trying to keep me far away from Earth. From Crowley. Because you are afraid of what we can do together. Of us stopping the Second Coming."

The Metraton opened his mouth to talk, but Aziraphale, taking the chance, waved his hand, and the Metraton was tossed against the far wall. Quickly, he held Crowley by the arm and pulled him, running out of the room and through the corridors of Heaven in the direction of the lift.

"Aziraphale!" Crowley pulled on his hand. "Aziraphale, wait!" He did stop, looking around quickly to check if there were any angels around, but they were by themselves.

Aziraphale let go of his arm, turning to fully face him.

"I'm so sorry, my dear. I'm afraid I rather made a mess of things." He took a deep breath, looking around once more, before continuing: "I've been trying to stop the Second Coming for the past 8 years, but, honestly, all I've been doing is stalling. They would start it sooner or later and I had no idea how to stop it other than to delay it." He looked up at Crowley. His eyes were still full yellow. "But I'm sure we can think of something. Together... That is, if you will have me. I'm aware we-"

"Aziraphale-"

"-didn't quite leave things-"

"Aziraphale-"

"-in the best of terms but-"

"Angel!" Aziraphale's mouth snapped close. With a sigh, Crowley closes the distance between them, placing his cold hands on Aziraphale's cheeks. "I missed you."

Just then the angel realized how truly tense he was, allowing his muscles to melt under Crowley's gaze. They stayed in silence staring at each other for a moment. Two. Until Aziraphale put his hands on each side of Crowley's face. The demon opened his mouth so say something but Aziraphale crashed his lips against his.

Crowley remained rigid for a while, not reciprocating and Aziraphale quickly started regretting it.

Right.

8 years had passed by.

8 years without seeing each other. Without news on his part.

He couldn't really expect Crowley's feelings to remain the same. Not after he rejected him the last time they saw each other. Not after the way Aziraphale had hurt him.

The angel was about to move away when Crowley's hands came up to the back of his head, and he pulled him closer, his mouth opening under his.

It's like Heaven itself went quiet around him. Around them.

Or so it did, for like 10 seconds, when they heard shouting from somewhere behind them. Both pulled away, looking behind Crowley to check if someone was coming, before Aziraphale held his hand again and off again they went, running towards the lift.

They only stopped when they were finally inside the damned lift and Crowley pushed the Earth button.

Both leaned back against the wall, breathing heavily.

"We have..." Crowley took a deep breath, trying to regain control of his lungs. "...to stop kissing in dire circumstances."

Aziraphale chuckled.

"Quite."

"You do realize you have a gigantic target on your back, right? The Metraton is not just going to drop it."

"We'll think of something...Crowley?"

"Hmm?"

Aziraphale reached out for his hand one more time.

"8 years ago, last time we saw each other-"

"Oh, I haven't forgiven you about that."

"...what?"

He smiled down at the angel.

"We will stop the Second Coming, but I'll be down right insufferable the whole time."

"Crowley!"

#im having an existencial crisis so i needed one of the boys to have an existencial crisis #Aziraphale was the victim this time #i apologize to my baby and no one else #not even myself #good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #anthony j crowley

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kuroshika · 1 year

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we are her fathers now, will. [01×01, 01×03, 02×13, 03×13]

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mx-anthony-janthony-crowley · 9 months

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cause of death:

#i am a victim of michael sheen's line delivery here FUCKING OUCH #nothing lasts forever :(#go2 #go2e6 #aziraphale #michael sheen #good omens #good omens s2 #ineffable husbands #crowley #gos2

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scarymaaze · 4 months

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slasher oc. her name is chelsea grin

#my art #oc art #oc tag #cheIsea grin #she was murdered by her husband. He carved her face out of anger and resentment (referencing the Glasgow grin hence her name)#her (vengeful) spirit made a pact w a devil to regain a physical form in exchange for human souls.#she first began by killing men who looked like her husband. her anger would later lead her to enact random killing sprees.#she is silent but has a shrill scream. her appearances are random. her signature is carving her victims’ faces and gouging out their eyes

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lilaccatholic · 6 months

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Physically I'm here but mentally I'm clawing the eyes out of everyone who talks crap about their children on the internet and posts them in their most vulnerable moments for clout

#i just saw a video of a like eleven or twelve year old girl approach her mom's car when she got home from work and without even saying hello #to her kid she yelled at her to go inside so she could talk to her husband first and then shouted at the kid when she said her dad put her #through hell that day. is she probably overreacting bc shes a kid and she doesnt have get emotional regulation yet? absolutely. but also?#as the kid who knew that if i didnt get to my mom with my side of things first that my dad would twist things to make himself look like the #victim in a situation i promise you that baby girl isnt feeling heard and that would be sucky but normal on its own. the type of thing #families work through together yknow? but to post that on the internet??? to be recording when you come home knoeing there are problems in #your house and wanting to put online forever a moment in time where there are really strained relationships among members of your family??#especially when it's the relationship btwn your husband and your child??? nope. im sorry. uh uh.#that kid deserves better than that. your husband deserves better than that. everyone deserves better than to have their really vulnerable #moments shared on the internet with strangers #like. i think about how i felt as a kid when i found out my parents had told a relative something i considered private. how embarrassed and #betrayed i felt. the thought that EVERYONE would see that instead of just my dad's relatives or w/e?#bby girl im incandescent with rage #anyway #lilac rambles

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jockbots · 1 year

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the trojan war refs in knives out 2 are killing me its so good the more i think abt it the more im like I FUCKING LV THIS MOVIE

also shout out to the writers for making blanc achilles i.e the one that ended the war, the best fighter/ detective, litteraly saying etc. my achilles heel. AND then making him gay by having his bf open the door for him. HE EVEN MOPES IN THE BATH LIKE ACHILLES IN HIS BURRITO BLANKET

the writers legit flipped off classical snobs that deny or ignore that Patroclus was his lover AND then burned the mona lisa just in case it didnt hit home that its all bs

#knives out #knives out 2 #ALSO THEY HAD THE ACTRESS THAT PLAYED HELEN IN TROY 2004 AS BIRDIE #and helen and cassandra hello???#HELEN BURNED TROY #im sure theres more im missing but all i can think abt #is this #and how duke is like a tattood rogan tate meat cake that dies #also fuckin edward norton as the victim and the badie like in fight club come on thats so dumb i love it its fantastic #glass onion #also blanc playing among us wit his golden oldie friends while his husband bakes is chefs kiss and goals

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sparemintss · 5 months

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HAVE MORE GHOSTS MODERN AU

The Captain owns a dog and a cat with Havers!

Havers owns a flower shop (because fuck u I wanted a flower shop au at one point. He fucking gardens okay???)

Thomas and Kitty are like the besties siblings ever

Thomas sometimes for fun asks Kitty to act out his poems and Kitty has so much fun with the interpretation

Kitty does TikToks on the street sometimes and if he sees any of the residents she will try to drag them or include them in the TikTok😭

During the Captain’s breaks, he’ll go to Havers’ shop and eat lunch there and just chill, if he’s not there he’s with Fanny and Pat, having lunch

Julian frequents the bar and brings Robin over a lot and they be chaotic bisexuals and pansexuals respectively

Mary had a kitchen incident that nearly burnt down hers and Annie’s house ;;;;

Humphrey and the Captain would come in as guest speakers at the local school to talk about history :’)

The Captain would talk about 20th century-present (but he absolutely loves presenting about the early 20th century)

Humphrey would present Tudor to Stuart

Robin would also come in purely for biology talks and do history talks too but only he does prehistoric history :’)

The small town sits beside a National Park that has petroglyphs and cave systems. So Robin works there!

THE PLAGUE VICTIMS ARE AROUND TOO

THEY’RE LITERALLY ALL JUST VIBING

LIKE THEY ALL LIVE ALONG ONE BLOCK 😭😭😭

the captain's side hustle is being a fucking wedding planner oh my days-

#ghosts modern au #humphrey bone #ghosts plague victims #the captain #havers #lieutenant havers #capvers #caphavers #julian fawcett #chess husbands #robin the caveman #katherine higham #thomas thorne #ghosts annie #ghosts mary #pat butcher #fanny button

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vigilantewives · 3 months

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She's insane. Like girl, you know exactly what you're doing. I'm so glad Ji Won ain't with the shits anymore.

#marry my husband #kdrama #sumin tore her down so much by playing victim and acting nice that jiwon ain't have nothing and no one but her #it's crazy how this was their entire friendship up until she caught sumin with minhwan

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lovelyo · 3 days

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Live in Reality: You Would Not Want a Friend Like Penelope

I can’t with people talking bout Cressida is meaner than Penelope or that Cressida is a bully and Eloise is a bad person for befriending Cressida. The difference is Cressida is upfront with her mean girl attitude. She isn’t two-faced and would let you know upfront that she doesn’t fuck with you, totally opposite from Penelope who would write the muddiest of shit about you behind your back and feel absolutely no remorse, while on top of that gaslighting into believing she’s the victim.

Unless you’re a masochist, who would want a friend who smiles in your face but has secretly been resenting you and your family for years, has been tricking and lying to you for years; the friend has been disrespecting your family behind your back, gaslights you, is jealous of you every waking moment, always singing the same “woe is me, life is unfair” song to you but accuses you of being a bad friend, throws you under the bus to save their own neck and tries to manipulate it as they were trying to “help” or “save” you.

Anyone with a well-adjusted mind who has a friend or who sees a love one have a friend such as that will immediately take the action of cutting them off, despite any history, despite the memories, we would clearly think that a friend as toxic as that is not a good friend or rather a good person to be around.

So why does the individual who has been dealt with such a friend has to apologize or accept the toxic’s friend past and current bullshit. Does it make sense that that individual who has been treated like that by the toxic friend apologize to the toxic friend?

That’s y’all’ logic when it comes to Eloise and Penelope.

When you holler your chewbacca war cry in defense of Penelope, you are rooting for that toxic friend I have explained earlier knowing damn well that if someone like that was in your life or in the life of someone you deeply care for, you would NOT be associating with them or advise others not to.

But Eloise mustn’t be upset and must accept Pen’s hollow apology despite all the things that she has objectively done because…🤷🏾‍♂️ we’re not allowed to be mad at the plus size character cause she’s plus size, that’s the reason people are mainly giving me.

Who cares about size? A toxic person is A TOXIC PERSON: short, tall, small, curvy, a person’s character isn’t defined or should be given a free pass because of their appearance. That’s what you guys are doing with Penelope and it’s insane dawg 😭. You can’t attack people for focusing on her size when YOU FOCUS ON IT! I hope people noticed that, Penelope defenders always bringing up fatphobia and the girl’s size while the Pen critics don’t mention are size at all.

P.S. Given from the spoilers, Pen apologizes to Eloise about the betrayal and being LW but goes back to the same schtick, talking shit bout her brother so ask yourself how genuine she really was

P.S.S Even Colin thinks what LW did was wicked and unnecessary, especially since in season 2 he said if Marina had told him bout the pregnancy, he would’ve still went with the marriage. Plus his sister got dunked on….but hooray for Penelope getting a HEA and being a part of a family she disparages.

#anti penelope featherington #justice for eloise #Pen fans are what they stan #Colin getting scammed once more #The actual bully of the series is Penelope not Cressida #Netflix is kookoo for pushing a happy ending on someone who doesn’t deserve it one bit #lady danbury better not support the person talking shit bout her bestie and her bestie’s mentally ill husband #Penelope is not a victim!

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badaziraphaletakes · 2 months

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I just want to say that, posting those screenshots, you’re hurting real people who feel bullied and harassed by you. Some has already left the fandom for good and I know many that stay away from the fandom because it has a reputation for being toxic. I haven't featured in your blog - I actually defended Aziraphale a lot when season 2 just aired and everyone was against him - but seeing what's going on in the fandom has made me lose my love for the show. It has become synonymous of discourse and harassment. I was bullied in real life, I have no interest in repeating the experience online. I see that many users like and comment on your posts, with some of them I had interacted and even had fun chats with, and it makes me sad to see that they support harassing behavior. I’ll step back and move on to other fandoms, as some of my friends here have already done; in the end there will only be you from the defense squad left and I suppose you will be happy then. I see you're really proud of your blog and you believe you've made it bigtime (I assume you were serious; if you were being ironic I didn't get it because I easily misread tones), so congratulations. Don't be so surprised that you haven't had any negative reactions before, since your anon asks were closed. I expect you to not give a shit about my message and I fully expect to be mocked for it. I just wanted to give my two cents. Take care.

We do not support harassing behavior. Quite the contrary, we are opposed to ableism, harassment, bigotry, victim-blaming, and misogyny and that is why this blog was started. There is a lot of the above in the fandom and that is, quite rightly, why it has a reputation for being toxic. It made me lose my love for the fandom for a long time.

And we're not an Aziraphale defense blog. It says that right at the top of the blog in the pinned post. I don't want everyone who's not an "Aziraphale defender" to leave. I'm not an Aziraphale defender. I could care less what people think about him as long as they can express their negative opinions without being bigoted or hateful. However, I would like people who malign him as a thinly-veiled way to air their ableism, victim-blaming, and the like to think about how their words might hurt other people.

If being called out for bigotry feels hurtful to someone, then they might want to think about why.

I assure you, seeing all the anti-Autistic hate (and so forth) in the fandom is FAR more hurtful than having someone critique your opinion about a television character. If us doing the latter is making someone lose their love for the fandom, well, I don't really know what to say to that. But our right to feel safe trumps other people's right not to have their takes criticized. It just does.

#good omens #goodomens #aziraphale #good omens 2 #badaziraphaletakes #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #goodomens2 #cw: abuse #cw: victim-blaming

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bonefall · 6 months

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longtime dc fan and i think a lot of people are angry because alex is obviously one of the most culturally relevant instances of misogyny in media. that being said being more culturally relevant doesn’t mean it’s the worst instance of misogyny and i think bumble definitely experiences more profound misogyny in the way the actual content is presented, if that makes sense

I get you, and that's a charitable way of looking at it.

I think what's rustling my jimmies is that like, there was a couple of WC fans being mildly dismissive of Alex in that note minefield, after dozens of comments of "fuck you how could you let the fridge woman lose" and "Bumble didn't deserve to win ANY rounds" and "how could A CAT experience misogyny." But then WE get blamed for the toxicity because THEY were butthurt that the Funny Cat People have the 'audacity' to win something they feel entitled to.

Like, we've gotta be endlessly charitable as we get openly insulted because they're upset about Alex losing, a very well-known and culturally relevant character with a legacy so massive we have a whole term named after her. But condemnations of "She's just a cat, letting WC into this poll was a mistake, Bumble can't even be a victim of misogyny" only started coming around once I started talking about it.

as if it's OUR fault people got passive-aggressive or even OPENLY aggressive towards us, and that we're "just as bad" for retaliating

But like you said, it's not a "Most Culturally Relevant Misogyny" tournament, it's a "Canon Misogyny Victims" tournament. And you're not even supposed to give a shit that Bumble died. The fat, woman abuse victim is beaten to death by a dictator, and your takeaway is meant to be, "It's so sad that Clear Sky is being blamed for murdering her, now they're all preparing for self-defense against a homicidal maniac, oh nooo :("

And I think that DOES make her deserve the win here! Alex is a MARTYR. Everyone with a brain agrees what happens to her is bad. It happened in her canon because it was bad. We talk about her and keep her memory alive. Bumble gets dismissed entirely out of hand because she's "just a cat in a kid's book" as if that doesn't make it worse, and as if the kid's book didn't treat a domestic abuse survivor like a moron for even asking for help.

Anyway, just to reiterate, I love DC fans. It's not all of you guys. Alex was done dirty and deserves justice-- and it's even kind of a shame that all she became is "The Fridge Woman." I haven't even heard people talk about how she was a wary, responsible person who was still ready to rock with Kyle's new weird glowstick powers, or that she was a journalist, or that she just got brought back in another edition as a Green Lantern only to be revealed as an illusion and re-absorbed back into Kyle's mind. Nope. Even her fans just remember her as The Fridge Woman.

#She wasn't even ONLY brought back as a green lantern btw she also came back as....#full disclosure I'm not a DC fan this is from My Best Friend + Wiki Education #...as a cool ass evil zombie black lantern #Only for Kyle to have to put her down like Old Yeller #Because he can't handle her Zomgirl Swag #How cunty of me would it be actually if. IF. Bumble sweeps the whole tournament and I go back and write whole essays for--#how each one of her opponents were worthy adversaries and explain exactly how deep the misogyny of canon went against them #Bones ''King of Women Appreciation'' Fall #Especially Chichi actually. If it had been Alex vs Chichi I would have gone to bat for Chichi.#Chichi was done dirtier than Alex. And also I would go PRETTY hard for my girl Android 18 #And ACTUALLY? One of the WORST victims of DB's misogyny? Don't @ me? Gine. Goku's mom #Behold my race of evil monkey space soldiers and how their violent nature has been exploited by a galactic capitalist dictator #Look at how in-depth I go to suggest them overcoming their battle-centric nature and show how in a different context this can be--#--applied for heroic ends #Watch the death of my main character's father and show how his last thought was comforted only by visions of how his son would one day--#overcome the dictator and avenge his death #Only for that to have been subverted because Goku didn't actually give a shit about revenge. Frieza simply threatened his friends.#NEVERMIND!! HIS MOM COULDN'T HAVE BEEN BLOODTHIRSTY BECAUSE SHE'S WOMAN #HOW CAN YOU FEEL BAD FOR THE DEATH OF A WOMAN. A WHOLE PLANET. IF HER HUSBAND DOESN'T LOVE HER AND SHE ISN'T A PERFECT LOVING MOTHER #SHUT UP SHUT UP. GINE KILL THIS MAN #10000 GUNS IN GINE'S HANDS #ouuugh and her husband saved her sooo many times on their expeditions because she sucks and thats why they fell in love :) PERISH. DIE #BAD TORIYAMA. BAD.#JAIL FOR TORIYAMA 10000 YEARS #And Saiyans apparently didn't even really develop romantic bonds between mates but nuuuuh #Gotta have these two be a perfect husbandwife pair with their little nuclear family #Anyway. Aromantic Vegeta with Bulma as QPR partner and coparent be upon ye #stop teasing me by retconning romantic feelings into ur aromantic alien species to ship them im a shaking chihuahua.#also ur all lucky we're not going to be facing Sakura in the next round guys #Sakura is my fucking white whale

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