ready or nuts here i am

Age does not wither, nor custom stale his infinite variety. 

“Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies, for vilest things Become themselves in her, that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish.”

It slays me that this is the line that was included and that the pronoun was flipped. In this line (from Antony and Cleopatra), Enobarbus is talking about the appeal of Cleopatra and basically saying that her appeal is that she is so fascinating and her interests are so wide and she’s captivating with them too. 

He’s saying that time doesn’t dull how fascinating she is. Everyone else gets boring after a time but that doesn’t happen with her, you only want her more. Hell, even with her worst habits, they wind up being charming and even the priests bless her.

So, in this, we literally have Crowley strolling up, not being much of a Shakespeare fan, watching Aziraphale and his endless enthusiasm and saying you still make me weak, I love how you pour your heart and interests into so many things. It’s amazing and beautiful and sure, yeah, I’ll do that one for you. A little miracle. My treat. (For you, because it’s been thousands of years and I can’t stop thinking about you.)

I’ve been pointing out that he cannot possibly be talking about Burbage, who is barely an adult.  Time has withered nothing on this boy, Crowley has no familiarity or customs with him.  Of course he is talking about Aziraphale, and of course the silly thing is too stubborn to acknowledge him.

I very much agree that Crowley is talking about Aziraphale at this point. But I also have a lot of thoughts about about what Crowley does to Shakespeare with this line.

So, at that moment, Will is standing kind of uncomfortably close to them, and then Crowley pretty randomly puts out this poetic line, and Shakespeare basically slinks away as he plagarizes it.

So I’m like, Crowley you wiley bastard did you just tempt Will Shakespeare?

Because he does! He offers up what he knows Shakespeare would want, and in taking it Shakespeare commits a very minor sin.

Which does two more things:

It results in Shakespeare moving away from them, which Crowley surely wanted so he could conduct the clandestine business/flirtation he came there for; and

It one ups Aziraphale for Shakespeare’s attention. And Aziraphale totally feels that, hence his annoyed next line “What do you want?”

And I think Aziraphale might also be annoyed because he knows exactly what Crowley just did, he watched him do it and at this point he knows what temptation looks like. He may even feel that Crowley is showing off twofold, both with his poetry and his ability to successfully tempt.

So with one line Crowley manages to get Aziraphale alone, express his admiration for him, show off in front of him, and annoy him, and if that’s not fucking marriage, I don’t know what is.

the most non-user friendly bookshop

So — google maps says Devil’s Dyke is in West Sussex near South Downs. Anyone in the UK who can shed light on this?

Devil’s Dyke is a part of the South Downs.

The South Downs aren’t a town, they’re a huge line of hills. Devil’s Dyke is a channel cut into them - some say by natural watercourses, some say by the devil. (Legend here, fic to same effect here, vidfic of said fic here).

So Devil’s Dyke is literally a big valley most of the way through a chunk of the long line of hills that is the South Downs. Local villages include Fulking, if you want a slightly more peopley setting for them than just a cottage in a beauty spot.

(Source: I grew up not far away, them’s my hills. I’ve been to Devil’s Dyke! But here’s a webpage)

And, for the record, a map - that’s about 260 square miles of hill. Devil’s Dyke is near Ditchling on that map, for reference. The name can refer to the literal ditch or the area.

Hope this is helpful!

Ohh! :) Thank you :). Also there is a Devil’s Dyke easter egg in the show:

Crowley reads an article DEVIL’S DYKE WALKING TRAILS with subtitle Devil’s Dyke is perfect for a summer walk

It is perfect for a summer walk.

(original post by @mansku11 which i think about every day of my life)

Is anyone else loving the idea of like. Crowley and Aziraphale actually acting as enemies for like a century or two, but completely half-assedly? Like they meet and make a whole half hearted mortal nemeses speech ('alas we meet again, you... Foul... Uh...feathered...oh whatever') then spar with daggers for 2 whole minutes before one of them gives up out of pure laziness (probably Aziraphale who just wants to go eat something), and goes 'oh no, you win, too bad, OK, running away now, bye'

The absolute worst they've done is push one another off a cliff when it was easy and convenient (yelling 'sorry for discorporating you old chap it'll look good in my report' into the void while the other yells slowly fading obscenities back at them like in a cartoon)

What I imagine is them being like.. 'yes sure I kinda want you dead but it's too much effort can you /please/ do me a solid and walk into my sword for once'

i am not joking when i say i think about this almost all the time.

#it makes them being friends so much cuter #because they know eachothers most annoying sides now

fkcidjhng EXACT L Y aziraphale knows what it’s like to have crowley point at him laughing like a moron while he chokes on poisoned cake gifted as a fake peace-offering after being thrown off a cliff for the fifth time, and crowley knows what it’s like to wrestle "Jacob VS angel” style with aziraphale for 3 fucking days on some god-forsaken hill because they ran into each other on respective missions and gabriel’s been after Aziraphale’s ass lately so he needs a commendation and he’s the most pig-headed angel this side of the galaxy so he just WONT FUCKING LET CROWLEY GO UNTIL HE PROPERLY FORFEITS WHICH CROWLEY WON’T FUCKING DO BECAUSE FUCK YOU ANGEL

I was supposed to post something inktober related, but i completely gave up after 4 days of drawing, so you can have this instead ;)

There's what's good, and there's what's remarkable, and then there's this, rising like a hydrogen sun above all of it.

Holy shit I did not notice the REFLECTION at first, nice work!

I just spent, like, two weeks drawing a ‘they were roommates’ joke. No one is as sorry as I am.

“All of you” part 3

I really enjoyed seeing all of your suggestions to what our favourite angels animalform could be.At first you may find this bird unfitting, with it´s slender physique etc. But the more you think about it the more sense it makes: 

- Long eyelashes (seriously have you seen Michael Sheens eyelashes?!)

- can fly but prefers to walk

- lives monogamous (aka mating for life)

- Connection to snakes

- the birds name: I could imagine Aziraphale as a secretary. Also a quill pen behind his ear is something very fitting for his overall look

Here’s your daily dose of cute with these lovesick idiots. 

“All of you” part 2

so … any ideas what he could be? ;)

SECRETARY BIRD

“Well, that was fun.”            “Well, yes, fun for you.”

i told myself i wouldn’t post christmassy things until december but then i saw this post     

@khiroptera

I hear the beautiful “I loved you from the start” headcanons, and I adore them all. But in my heart, they realized their love for each other in the same way—very slowly. It’s rooted in the “Oh wow, I can really talk to you” discovery at the beginning, and the “Oh shit, you really do like my company,” in Rome. It’s growing in the rough beginnings of working together, the absurdity of their jobs, the fact that the other is the only one who will actually show up for them when the chips are down, and that making each other happy is fun.

It’s budding in the delight of flirting in Paris, and the shock of discovering an actual crush, somewhere around the time they were both settling down in London—Crowley showing up to the bookshop with chocolates and Aziraphale hearing himself accidentally telling his boss how wonderful Crowley really is. The shared attempts then to keep Aziraphale on earth! The despair after, over the holy water argument, the cross purposes between them—each of them having thought the other understood them. The realization that they don’t know know how to be without the other, then, and the moment in the church when they find out they won’t have to. The near-confession in the car, when Aziraphale finally chooses Crowley. The decade of dates and plotting! They grew up in love together. They learned what it meant from each other—who else could have told them? There was no one in the world who knew what it was like for them.

I like this because it's more like my own experience of falling in love, over time and gradually kind of soaking in to every part of my being. Like walking out on a misty morning and getting home to realise you're drenched (but like, not unpleasant ;)

YES.

I like this much better as well. Relationships are work, and commitment, helping each other out and spending time with the person you like the most, and the accumulation of nice moments, gifts, smiles, jokes, the earning of trust, the respect of boundaries...  There isn’t one “magic” moment at the beginning. There are several nice moments through time, reoccurring, moments they chose to focus on and to make happen rather than waiting for them to appear out of nowhere. They don’t rely on luck, they rely on each other, and the loves builds up, slowly but surely, and a stronger building that it could have ever been any other way.

Honestly, when people talk about “in love for 6,000 years” this is what I assume they mean.

Like, we see those looks on the wall. There’s a little spark there. But a spark is just a spark. It isn’t love.

Love is the fire that grows from that spark, and it grows through being fed and tended and nurtured.

During the thousand years they didn’t see each other, the spark cools down to glowing embers, something they fondly remember but that’s not love that was just a nice conversation. They give it a bit of air, now and again, to keep the warm glow going in the dark nights, keep it from totally dying of neglect.

During the long years before the Arrangement, they build it with every chance encounter, every shared joke, every snide complaint about their jobs. It doesn’t have to become a proper fire, they could let it languish - there’s time enough - but they never do. They keep it going.

During their decades long fight the fire is banked but it isn’t extinguished. It could be. They choose to keep feeding it, their memories, their hopes, their most secret wish to find a way to try again.

And then, one day - perhaps the same day for both, perhaps not, perhaps one has known for ages and the other only just found out - they look at the warm, blazing bonfire they built together and oh, it is love. When did that happen?

Neither can remember. It must have been that way all along.

So the thing I love about this scene is that it tells us that Aziraphale, when overwhelmed, is downright bitchy tetchy. 

Even Crowley becomes “you idiot” instead of “dear boy.”

So with this premise: please give me an Aziraphale that absolutely loses it when Crowely confesses to (what he assumes to be) unrequited love. 

Crowley: I love you- 

Aziraphale: Oh, my dea-

Crowley:  -and I know you don’t feel the same - it’s alright, honestly I wouldn’t- I mean- I don’t expect anything here angel, things can stay the same. I just, I couldn’t keep it in anymore.

Aziraphale: You think I don’t love you?

Crowley: Yes, yes, you’re an angel of course you love everything (rolling his eyes) but I’m taking about love-love. You don’t love-love me.

Aziraphale: (opens his mouth to speak, then shuts it again, all while continuing to stare at Crowley like he’s grown a second head)

Crowley:  Shit. Look forget I said anything, it was the wine. Too much wine and it went straight to my head. Let’s just go back to-

Aziraphale: Of course I love-love you, you idiot. I spend every waking minute with you. What on earth did you think all those intimate dinners, all those tête-à-têtes at mine drinking on the same bloody sofa were about? For Christ’s sake I gave you holy water when you asked for it. I defied Heaven to stop the bloody apocalypse with you. Are you stupid? Did falling give you brain damage? What is wrong with you? What is wrong with me. How can I be so ridiculously in love with someone so ridiculously stupid. Oh stop it with that bloody smiling, I could thrash you. 

Crowley: (blissfully) you love me?

Aziraphale: (sighing) Yes. You idiot boy. 

I’m dead bloody smiling

Aziraphale & Crowley + text posts

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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Aziraphale & Crowley + text posts

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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