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To the stars that listen and the dreams that are answered
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To the people who look at stars and wish
To the stars that listen and the dreams that are answered
The Good Place (2016-2020) Pandemonium (S03E12)
ended up finishing this :]
crowley canonically said hey can you hear that? exactly there’s nothing. only the sound of silence that should be filled by the song of a bird that represents our love for each other. but it’s not singing today. because we are being separated and left with the unbearable heaviness of silence and the subsequent emptiness. yeah.
How much do we love Crowley standing behind Aziraphale when he's chatting to people like he's some sort of unofficial bodyguard
Whickber Street people are like the mafia is gonna break my legs if I don't show up to talk about these Christmas lights...
Little ceramic friends made by me 🦊🐰
“You’re reading an awful lot,” Muriel observes, sitting on the stairs and watching Crowley sprawled out in an armchair with a paperback in one hand, held in a way that would infuriate Aziraphale. It’s a small joy, breaking in a spine, dog-earing a page, thinking about leaving notes in margins but wondering if it’s too far. He can’t wreak that much havoc with the possibility of having the glorious Archangel Aziraphale within close smiting range.
“I’m trying to figure something out,” Crowley murmurs.
“What’s that?”
“. . .stories,” he says, vaguely, after a long moment of staring at the ceiling trying to reign his thoughts in. “Beginnings, middles, endings. You know.”
“I do know!” Muriel says, happily. “Do you know how many books I’ve read?”
“Five hundred and thirty two,” Crowley says, dutifully. “It’s impressive. Gold star.”
“Thank you,” they say, getting up to go over and perch on the arm of his chair, reading over his shoulder. “What do you want to find out?”
“How somebody who reads so many goddamn books,” Crowley says, clenching his fingers a little too intensely considering the book is still in them, “could pick such an objectively bad ending.”
Muriel looks at him with wide eyes for a second before they say, sighing, “Oh, this is about Aziraphale again.”
“. . .no,” Crowley says, scowling at them.
They pat him gently on the back before getting up and walking over to a shelf to immediately grab a book. Muriel has been reorganizing the whole shelf based on her own system which is, frankly, ineffable. Aziraphale will love it.
“Read this one,” they say. “Trust me. Actually, wait--"
They return the book carefully to its place and come back with a paperback instead.
"That was a first edition," they says. "Based on how you're treating that book, I think maybe we should stick with replaceable things."
He's accidentally set a few books on fire but has immediately either fixed them or taken the ashes an hour out of town to dispose of them, just in case. Can't be too sure.
"Oh, god, Jane Austen," he groans, sliding so low in his chair that he's almost on the floor.
"Pride and Prejudice," Muriel says, brightly. "I know I'm not the most astute with emotions and the more human stuff that the two of you were up to but I think it's actually rather silly you didn't start with this one. It was the blueprint, wasn't it?"
"For what?"
"For you," they say. "The story it should have been. With the ball? And the dancing? And your grumpiness comes into play. It all adds up, really."
Crowley flips open the book then freezes.
"Holy shit," he says, softly.
"What?" Muriel asks.
"He wrote in it," Crowley says.
“Aziraphale, we are in DANGER.”
My god you’re pretty.
“DANGER ZONE. HERE.”
Look at your pretty yellow eyes.
“There are demons outside our bookshop.”
Oh my god he said our.
“Are you listening to me?”
I adore you.
“AZIRAPHALE.”
Let’s dance first.
“WE ARE GOING TO DIE.”
Did he change his shirt for the event? Goodness. He is the handsomest angel and demon and human being I’ve ever seen.
“I could do so much more”
Oh, Crowley. Nothing lasts forever.
Note to self: on the next rewatch pay attention to Beelzebub trying to get other demons to figure out where Gabriel is thru the lens not of "capturing the enemy so that Hell may be victorious" but rather "where is the love of my life oh my satan what have they done to him"
“…Sounds a bit unlikely.”
All they need was to look into each other’s eyes…
It’s a REAL miracle, that we got ‘Good Omens’ in those times and with those actors.
I mean could you imagine, they could make it any time last 30 years. Without todays technology and without David Tennant and Micheal Sheen???
What??
This world’s true blessing:
how to ask the demon you've been smitten over for 6000 years to dance: an angel's guide
bonus:
jesús maría y josé