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The best part

Viago, the cutest vampire

Taika Waititi as Edward “Blackbeard” Teach in Our Flag Means Death (2022-)

Drew Sarich - Die unstillbare Gier 

From “Wir spielen für Österreich” concert on 03/05/2020

Here is the full video: https://youtu.be/xG0Ln4XmQv8

Tanz der Vampire goes jazz

How many songs do you recognize?

I have never heard such a cheerful arrangement of TdV. Completely different vibe about this than the original.

Known for his animated faces and hands, cape swishing is another way for Graf von Drewlock to express himself.

fleabag // pink in the night by mitski

Andrew Scott as hot priest was so fucking charming jsbdjwnrb 😍

Headcanons on Crowley presenting as female.  Does he tweak his human corporation, giving himself the anatomy to go with the identity?  Does he prefer to keep the male anatomy and switch to female pronouns?  Or, since he’s a demon and gender/sex is more of an option for them, does Crowley simply wear whatever he feels like, and masculinity/femininity is just a coincidence?  

I like to think that Crowley changes his corporation to suit his mood - that sex and gender are sometimes aligned, sometimes not.  He changes it based on any number of things, from minor inconveniences to decades-long preferences (he totally spent the Roaring 20s as a woman, making the most of flapper dresses and doing a brief stint as a Ziegfeld girl.  There’s a fanart of this floating around and it is 100% true).  

After they get together, Crowley plays with gender and sex depending on what he needs to feel.  There’s something about himself as a woman that is harder, more forceful, ready to tackle his fears.  Anthony Crowley is terrified; Nanny Ashtoreth is terrifying.  Being with Aziraphale is the same as it has always been, only now it is vastly different, new and incredible, falling and flying at once.  Sometimes he needs to guard his heart.    

Aziraphale is happy to accommodate.  He loves Crowley, after all, loves every version and variation of him.  And there’s something about Crowley as a woman - something a little more flinty and a little more ferocious and a little more determined to crush enemies under her heel (the inheritance of all women) - that thrills him as much as it frightens him.  Crowley knows women enough to have tempted the First Woman.  He is male and female and both and neither and more, and Aziraphale wants to see every facet of him.  

i like many others am sad that these 3 didn’t get to reunite post apocanot but thankfully i have all the power of a tablet and a pen

bonus:

This is what the world needs

FUCKING KILLED IT!

No wonder everyone is stanning over you right now, and for the right fucking reasons!

Michael Sheen is really out there standing up for us and, more importantly, himself. 😭💜

My love and respect for him just grew tenfold, I thank that rude person for strenghtening our bond 💖

The bandstand breakup hurts me because for me, it’s that gay moment of realization about a best friend: oh, I don’t just love you, I love-love you. And I’m not allowed to do that. (Michael Sheen said Az fell in love with him in the church. He didn’t say he realized it.) To me, the moment Crowley asks Aziraphale to go away with him is the very moment Azi realizes Crowley wants him like that, and that makes him realize he wants Crowley like that. To have and to hold, not to be a screaming romantic about it. Which is so, so much worse than fraternizing with the enemy for practical reasons and a little lunchtime conversation.

And what’s worst is all along he’s trusted himself. Crowley told him to, in the garden: you’re an angel, I don’t think you can do anything wrong. Which is bullshit, but he’s been building a life on earth on the strength of that idea for millennia: if I want it it must be innocent. It must be good. It must be what heaven says is good. Michael Sheen says Aziraphale likes being himself. He’s content with himself and his slightly sketchy Arrangement and his love of the world until Gabriel shows up to draft him back into the Army of Heaven, which he’s technically never left. And all at once he realizes he’s not like them any more. Oh, I’m soft. It’s the moment growing up gay when you realize you’ve turned into something they didn’t raise you to be and you’re not sure how—didn’t you come from them? How did you turn out so different?

He’s not like them any more, he’s like Crowley. But he can’t be. That turns the last six thousand years of certainties inside out. Crowley can’t do good—they agreed on that, too, back in the garden. (Still bullshit.) Crowley’s always insisted that he isn’t kind, he doesn’t care. They can’t be in love—at which point he begins shouting at Crowley, absurdly: we’re an angel and a demon! We’re not (can’t be, shouldn’t have been) friends (in love?)! I’m trying to save the world while you’re trying to save yourself! You don’t love me! And I don’t like you (because you make me want things I’m not supposed to want, you make me want to save myself). What they are isn’t moral or immoral according to heaven and hell’s strategic definition, it’s just natural. But he’s always been told it isn’t—and every gay kid knows that story.

Does he know it’s not true while he’s saying it? I don’t know, but Crowley does. He’s come to terms long and slow with the fact that heaven didn’t want him, and it’s given him practice: he’s coping quite clearly with the fact that now hell won’t want him either if he sticks with Aziraphale and he doesn’t care. He doesn’t know why Aziraphale doesn’t see it too; there’s nothing for them better each other. If Aziraphale has internalized homophobia he can’t deal with, Crowley’s refused to hate himself for what they hate him for—he can’t let them have that. If Aziraphale’s the kid having a secret sexuality crisis Crowley’s the one whose brothers hated him for being gay before he even knew what that meant, who got yelled at for hanging around with those kinds of kids.

If they’d left it there maybe it really would have been a breakup. But Aziraphale, being the brave angel he is, has to go after the truth. So first he tests heaven—are you good? Did I get what’s good in me from you? Will you help me save the world? Can you see it’s worth it? And of course heaven’s answer is a resounding no. (God is quiet. God seems to be waiting to see what Aziraphale will do next.) Aziraphale’s love doesn’t belong to heaven, it belongs to him. (Our loves don’t belong to our families. They’re ours.)

And now that Azi has realized they are (can’t be) (are) in love everyone keeps bringing it back up. Crowley shows up again apologizing, pleading, shouting. A human passerby offers his sympathy on Azi’s heartbreak. Heaven informs him quite bluntly that they, at least, know exactly what Crowley is to him. They’ve been watching them date for millennia. Hell, humans and angels all agree: they’re in love. He’s like that. Azi is the only one who hadn’t seen it. So many of us realize late that our families knew we were gay long ago and hadn’t trusted us all along—had been waiting in fear for the day we recognized what they already saw.

I believe that’s the moment Aziraphale makes his decision—shortly after being held up against a brick wall by an archangel he thought he wanted to be like, who’s accusing him of being what he is. He decides he isn’t on their side. He lies to heaven and picks up the phone to tell Crowley instead—I trust you and only you to help me. I choose you. I choose me. I choose to trust myself. All of us who’ve come out to ourselves have had to make that choice—the moment we name to ourselves what we are, who we belong with.

That’s still a secret choice, though. The second big choice is the moment he gets sucked back up to heaven by accident. They’re handing out uniforms. He can rejoin the army and pretend he’s still what he always thought he was. He can leave earth and Crowley behind and be an angel. He doesn’t.

I’m not a very good angel, he says, and this time it’s not an apology, it’s not a regret. I’m soft. I’m not yours. I belong on earth. I am in love. He leaves heaven behind, and goes to Crowley. He doesn’t think it’s a happy ending—he thinks they’re going to die. He thinks Crowley will have already left earth—he doesn’t expect to be forgiven, let alone mourned. But he is, and that seals it—Crowley loves him in every way you can love somebody.

The next time Crowley asks him to come home with him, after it’s all over, Aziraphale has one more chance to make the choice: when it’s not a crisis, when it’s not Crowley or apocalypse, will he still risk it? He tells Crowley it’s still dangerous, nothing’s safe (are we ever safe being queer and in love? We never will be, not really), and Crowley says it doesn’t matter, they’re on their own side now. He’s not going to go back to denying he cares. He’s not going to let fear decide. And Aziraphale believes him.

He couldn’t believe him in the bandstand because he didn’t think “their side” was a solid reality the way heaven and hell were. He didn’t think Crowley could defend that reality if it came to a fight. He didn’t think it was something he could build a life on and still be himself, the person he’d always wanted to be. Now he knows he can. Heaven lied, and love is real. Love is love.

“Aziraphale’s love doesn’t belong to heaven, it belongs to him.”

I’m curled up in a ball right now, shaken that a book I bought and enjoyed the moment it was published (will see the series actually) has this much *love* in it. Romantic fluffy love, bloody fury love…then the love that comes on a soft question, the kind that asks each one of us what kind of love we are willing to fight for. To *live* for?

What really leaves me bleeding on the floor here is this question isn’t for the heroes, the villains, the strong or famous or rich or smart. It’s for everyone who ever cared about another. For everyone who ever wants to be loved for who they are.

OP has murdered my story complacency and I am grateful.

This fucked me up

Crowley + being a dramatic bitch

Good Omens (2019)

Text to gifs:

- Sarah?

- Are you ill? How pale he is!

- I’m not pale.

- Yes, you are. Yes, you are. l assure you. You are as white as a sheet.

- No!

- Yes, Alfred. You must have a rest. Have a little rest and you`ll feel much, much better. l don`t like to see you in this state. There, now. Feeling better?

- lsn’t there a ball tonight?

- How long they are. They look like golden threads. Your lashes.

- My lashes? Golden….

- Who told you there`s going to be a ball tonight?

- Nobody. I’m just guessing. With a great castle like this, it`s possible.

- He`s just guessing. But it`s true. You`ve guessed correctly with your pretty little head. Yes, Alfred, there`s going to be a ball, and you will be able to dance. La-la-la-la. What is it you`re clutching there like a little treasure? Here. Show me. Alfred, show me. So that`s the big secret. Somebody is in love. Somebody`s little heart is beating around in their bosom. Pitter-pat, pitter-pat, pitter-pat, like a rat in a cage. “Seventieth way: Place the left arm around the shoulders of the loved one. Put the left hand on her left shoulder… …like a little birdie alighting on a branch.” Good. Excellent. “Then let an angel pass.” Shall we allow an angel to pass? “Once the angel has passed… …bend the face towards the locks of the loved one… …and brush them with the lips.”

TdV in Vienna 2018

(From Sebastian Brandmeir’s Instagramstory)

Drew wants you to raise your hand if you are part of the Drew Crew ;)

Hellooooo Drew Crew!!!!

*voice echoes in the large empty space where 5 other people are standing*

*is one of the 5 people in that space*