Seon on the steps to the tavern.
My boy is on edge. Good thing his instincts are still sharp, despite death and everything.
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Seon on the steps to the tavern.
My boy is on edge. Good thing his instincts are still sharp, despite death and everything.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
As far as the end credits scene goes, I still stand by the fact that Aziraphale is smarter than everyone gives him credit for.
It’s easy to forget that he has the grace of an angel, he isn’t going to be abrasive and rude, although he can be, but most of the time he’s careful with his intentions. It doesn’t mean he isn’t aware of what is happening.
People are so blinded by s2, they forget that Aziraphale had no problem standing up for himself, in heaven or hell. He’s not one to get bowled over. So of course when Gabriel, archangel of heaven, shows up like that Aziraphale is going to try and figure out what’s going on. And when he sees how vulnerable a situation he’s in Aziraphale will help protect him.
But it also benefits Aziraphale. He’s not dim, he knows that there is something larger going on and he’s trying to figure it out. It’s a clue, right? And if you break it down, Aziraphale does figure it out. The Metatron in the end tells him they are planning for the second coming. And Aziraphale has a moment where he could still turn back. But he doesn’t.
Aziraphale is smart, and he’s brave, and he doesn’t back down. THAT is what I think the different expressions on his face are conveying on the elevator ride up. He’s going into battle, and he’s mentally preparing for it.
Why I Think The Fandom Has Been Doing Aziraphale Dirty Ever Since Season 1 And It's Only Gotten Worse With Season 2 And It's Killing Me Inside
Before we get into the subject matter of the title let me preface a couple of things:
1- All that will follow is, big surprise, my opinion and my interpretation of this character. Do I think I am The One And Only Who Gets The Blorbo Right and that my ideas are 100% the way the author(s) intended to convey the character? No.
More likely than not the way I see Aziraphale could be intensely different from the way Authorman sees him, or Actorman sees him, and I don't think that my interpretation is necessarily any more correct than anybody's else.
That said, if I also did not think that I am, in fact, correct on a certain level, I wouldn't have bothered forming such a thought out opinion of Aziraphale in the first place, nor would be sitting here, writing this post that I can already tell is going to be entirely too long and might probably ruffle some feathers.
So I'll be writing the rest of this post with the caveat that I while I do think my interpretation correct, I'm also not trying to change anybody's mind nor to discredit anybody's else interpretation of Aziraphale. We can sit here in the sandpit and hold different opinions and still be able to build sandcastles together, it really isn't that deep at the end of the day; I can assure you, I'm not here to fight nor cause fights with this one.
2- With the above point, comes also the fact that I won't bother continuously saying "In my opinion" for the rest of this post. You already know that. So, if something will come across as a bit caustic, do know that it is very much tongue in cheek and I am poking a bit of fun at general fannish habits that I am also very much quote-unquoute 'guilty' of having partaken into, and will partake into again plenty of times in the future, I'm sure.
So, with that: Here's Why I Think The Fandom Has Been Doing Aziraphale Dirty Ever Since Season 1 And It's Only Gotten Worse With Season 2 And It's Killing Me Inside
I'm gonna ramble a bit, because I have no self control and the brainrot is real.
I always feel the need to defend Aziraphale, it's good to see I'm not alone in appreciating the nuances of this complicated character. His inner struggle feels continuously overlooked by part of the fandom. (Although most people I interact with are also Aziraphale defenders. Love you all 💜)
"You Should Date My Nephew"
"433-6296". Wayne mouthes to himself. He visualizes the little slip of lined paper that's taped to the wall above their phone at home. 433-6296. He could call. But he wont.
Wayne grunts as he lowers himself to sit on the curb outside the plant. He got off work --he pushes up the sleeve of his jacket to check his watch-- 36 minutes ago. It's 3:36 am and god dammit Eddie how many times did he remind the kid to set his alarm. How many times did Wayne remind Eddie that his truck was in the shop and that he'd need a ride home in the morning. And every single time he'd mention it, Eddie responded "I got it old man! I'll set an alarm" with an exasperated eye roll and would go back to whatever he was doing. Wayne has tried calling the trailer a dozen times already and damn that boy for being such a heavy sleeper.
433-6296. Wayne could probably solve his problem with a single call, but that would be completely inconsiderate and borderline inappropriate, so he wont. A gust of cold November wind hits Wayne unforgivingly in the face and makes his eyes water. He pulls a pack of camels from his chest pocket and with stiff, shaky hands, lights one. 433-6296. He could call or he could walk home. The walk wasn't easy in ideal weather when Wayne was fully rested. Right now it was freezing, Wayne didn't have his good jacket, and he just finished an eight hour shift. 433-6296. Fuck it.
Wayne stands up and hurries toward the phone before he can talk himself out of this. It's insane, and he knows the poor kid barely sleeps as it is. Knows from Eddie that he'll pick up the phone anytime Eddie has a nightmare and drive over to talk him out of the bad dream, keep him company, or fall asleep on the floor of Eddie's bedroom so his nephew doesn't have to go back to sleep alone in a haunted trailer. 433-6296 Wayne dials and waits with baited breath.
The phone rings a handful of times before a quiet voice greets him on the other side of the line.
"H'llo? Eds?"
"Uh hi Steve. It's Wayne?" Wayne says quietly into the phone. Steve seems to sober immediately.
"Mr. Munson? Is everything okay? Is Eddie okay?"
"Yeah no everythin's fine. I'm sure Eddie's safe and sound at home. Look, I'm real sorry to wake you, kid, and I'm sorry to even be askin' you in the first place. I know it's mighty unfair of me to call at this time but uh- My trucks in the shop and Eddie was supposed to pick me up from work forty minutes ago but I think he mighta slept through his alarm. And it's too far for an old man like me to walk. Was wondering if I might owe you a helluva favor if you could pick me up tonight, son." For a few moments there is silence. Wayne worries he has crossed a line, for a brief moment he fears he might have burnt the most important bridge in Eddie's life. He's immediately regretting waking Steve up for this. Worries Steve'll hang up and neither of them will hear from him again.
But then he hears the distinct rustling and thump of someone putting on shoes.
"Of course Mr. Munson, I'm leaving now. I'll be there as soon as I can." And Wayne is once again floored by this kid's kindness.
"Steve, thank you. I owe you son. Whatever you need."
"It's no problem! I'll see you soon."
"See you." Wayne mutters in disbelief and hangs up the phone.
And to think... Wayne used to hate Steve. The thing about Steve Harrington is that his name is haunted, in a way. And the thing about Wayne Munson is that he's a stubborn son of a bitch who will hold grudges on Eddie's behalf longer than the kid himself will. There were countless days in high school when instead of shooting through the front door of the trailer after school with a devilish smile and music blasting from his headphones, Eddie would turn the knob slowly and he'd drag himself into the trailer, giving Wayne a small nod before disappearing into his room quietly. Wayne felt like crying or punching something when Eddie came home in low spirits. He knew how evil the kids at school could be, and he knew the names of all the bad ones. Wayne always gave Eddie 10 minutes of quiet before he'd knock on his door and gently ask if he wanted to talk. It was a routine they had. He'd ask and Eddie would say no. But then like clockwork, Eddie would open up about his day later in the evening usually while they ate dinner and before Wayne left for work. He'd complain about all the kids that made him feel bad: Hagan, Harrington, Perkins, Hargrove, Carver, and so many more.
So imagine Wayne's surprise on March 27, 1986 when he briefly left Eddie's hospital room to get coffee and returned to Steve Harrington, the bully son of Richard and Nicole, sitting next to his nephew's hospital bed. It had been a long week of worrying on Wayne's part, and an emotional 48 hours spent at Eddie's bedside, so Wayne had very little patience for whatever was happening in front of him. In retrospect, Steve Harrington was looking at Eddie... sweet and tenderly, even back then. But in the moment all he could think about was Eddie returning from school with hunched shoulders and his head hung low.
"The hell are you doing here?" Wayne asked using his gruffest and most intimidating voice, arms crossed, standing in the doorway. The way that Steve startled was like nothing like Wayne had ever seen. He jumped a foot into the air and folded into himself.
"Oh! Mr. Munson. I'm sorry I didn't know you were around. Just, uh, didn't want him to be alone in case he woke up." Steve had said rising from his seat. When Wayne didn't budge from the doorway or respond, Steve nervously fiddled with the zipper of his jacket.
"How do you know Eddie?" Wayne asked trying to keep his firm tone.
"From high school sir. But also through a mutual friend. Dustin Henderson? They play DND together. Dustin and I brought him in after we found him like this..." Steve lifted his head again gauging Wayne's still stern expression and sighed. "Look, I'm sorry sir I didn't mean to interrupt anything I'll get out of your hair."
And Wayne wanted to be skeptical of Steve, wanted to accuse him of doing this to Eddie, but the truth is that Steve sounded painfully earnest. And there's no human explanation for the tiny bite marks all over Eddie's body. Wayne stepped out of the doorway and let Steve take a few steps down the hallway before calling out to him.
"Hey, Harrington?" Steve turned around quickly, looking back with a startled expression, maybe surprised that Wayne knew his name at all. "D'ja see what happened? I mean d'ya know anythin about what hurt him?" Wayne asked more softly. Steve looked around the crowded hallway, with nurses buzzing from door to door. Steve shook his head slightly, apologized, and continued down the hallway.
But Steve didn't stay out of his hair for long. The kid was exasperatingly persistent in being around for Eddie. And while Wayne kept a watchful eye on him, he was starting to get the idea that Steve Harrington was not who Wayne thought he was. He cooked for, cleaned after, and tended to Eddie, asking for nothing in return. Often refusing to stay for dinner when Wayne was home, even if he was the one who cooked it, because he didn't want to interrupt family time. If he brought food from out he always brought something for Wayne, and never took the money Wayne tried to push into his hands for it.
"Here, Mr. Munson. I wasn't sure what you wanted from the diner, but Eddie said you're not picky so I brought you a burger and fries." Steve had said that first time, holding out a bag in front of him.
"You brought me food?" Wayne asked perplexed.
"Well yeah, of course. I wouldn't have shown up with dinner for just me and Eddie." Steve set Wayne's bag on the counter when he made no move to take it.
By now Steve knew Wayne and Eddie's order at pretty much every food place in Hawkins and Wayne and Eddie were getting real creative at finding ways to slip money into Steve's wallet.
On top of that, almost every other day, Wayne gets home from work to find a maroon bmw parked outside his place while Steve helps Eddie through bad dreams. So what could Wayne be, besides grateful, for Steve Harrington's slightly confusing devotion to his kid?
He's snapped out of his thoughts when said maroon bmw pulls up in front of him. Steve is wearing a pair of wired glasses and his hair is all ruffled from sleep. Wayne opens the passenger door.
"You were waiting for forty minutes in the cold? Why didn't you call sooner?" Steve asked pushing up his glasses as Wayne closes the door quickly. And well... Wayne doesn't know how to respond to that.
"I- I shouldn'ta had to call you in the first place, Steve. I'm real sorry" Wayne says as Steve pulls the car out of park and starts driving back towards the trailer park. Wayne glances over at Steve waiting for the kid to say something. They sit in heavy silence until Steve breaks it by clearing his throat.
"Just... I know you're probably mad at Eddie but- but don't yell at him. He's barely sleeping so he really just needs the rest. It's not his fault." Steve ends on a whisper.
A tidal wave of different emotions rip through Wayne. Affection for Steve's caring nature, immense gratitude that Eddie has someone like Steve in his life, disbelief that Steve would say something like that after being woken at nearly 4 in the morning. Wayne was sitting and staring at the most selfless kid he'd ever met. Steve fucking Harrington.
"You should date my nephew."
Steves eyes widen and the car swerves.
"Uh- s-sorry- what?" Steve stammers.
"If I could choose someone for him, the best option out there, I'd choose you." Wayne says honestly, and he didn't even know he'd been thinking it until this moment. But it's so true. After so many heartbreaks over truly terrible men that Wayne could never see the appeal of, Eddie deserves someone like Steve. Steve face softens before checking to make sure Wayne was being sincere. Steve cracks a smile and chuckles to himself.
"What, you think I'm jokin'?" Wayne asks defensively.
"No sir! Not at all. It's just Eddie and I have been dating for months already. BUT- but- thank you for saying that! It means so much to me and truly Eddie's the best thing-"
"You- what?" Suddenly Wayne is embarrassed. Blushing. How'd he... how'd he miss that? And well, he did have a few moments where he thought the two of them were awfully close for a pair of young men, at least one of which who was openly queer, but they'd been through a lot together.
"Why did no one tell me?" Wayne asks turning his face away from Steve who is desperately fighting a huge grin and losing.
"We thought you knew. We sleep in the same bed every night."
"You do what now? Thought you were sleepin' on the floor" Wayne knows he sounds like the protective dad of a teenage girl and not the uncle to an adult man, but his world was just turned sideways. Steve laughs at that and adjusts his glasses before stopping at the red traffic light which almost immediately turns green because no one is out at this hour.
"Oh well. Good, I'm glad then." Wayne says after his mind has stopped spinning. "And call me Wayne already, you basically live at my house." He punches Steve lightly in the shoulder.
"Okay." Steve agrees quietly. He pulls into Forest Hills and stops the car in front of the trailer. "Mind if I just check to make sure he's okay before I leave? For peace of mind?" Wayne opens the door and steps out.
"Oh so now you're playing coy about sharing a bed? Just sleep here, kid" Wayne closes the door and heads towards the house. Steve jogs a little to catch up. When they open the door, the sound of an obnoxious alarm comes pouring out from the back of the trailer which concerns both of them. But when Steve hurries to Eddie's room he sees that the idiot had fallen asleep with music blasting in his headphones. Wayne stops the alarm as Steve gently tries to remove the headphones from his ears pausing the tape inside.
Eddie suddenly stirs and blinks up at Wayne and Steve looking down at him.
"'S going on?" He croaks, rubbing his eyes. Wayne and Steve share a look before Wayne chuckles and pats Steve on the back once before thanking him and wishing him a good night on the way out. After the door closes behind Wayne, Eddie looks back up at Steve. "What's going on baby? What happened?"
Steve slips into the bed and scoffs, fondly. He curls around Eddie and pulls him into his chest. Once they've settled, Steve pushes his fingers through Eddie's until they're all intertwined.
"Did you forget something, Bambi? Was there someone you had to pick up from work at 3 in the morning?" Steve whispers into his neck. Suddenly Eddie shoots up and dislodges Steve where he was leaning against him. Steve groans.
"Shit! Shit shit shit shit shit"
"Eddie it's okay c'mere. He's home now, it's all good babe." But Eddie just stares at the wall and pulls a hand through his hair. "No one is mad, just come back here. Let's sleep." And Eddie hesitantly lies back down.
"Did Uncle Wayne have to call you? I'm so fucking sorry Stevie." Eddie asks, sounding embarrassed.
"We had a nice conversation on the way home so it all worked out. You're okay. Sleeeeep."
And right before they both fall asleep, Eddie whispers, "Thanks Stevie, love you."
For the Wangxian stans 🤲🏽
what i love so much about wei ying is how much he actually loves children. like he canonically is a good mentor/father figure and he wants to have kids of his own someday. it tears me apart inside thinking about how much he suppresses with jin ling because…that’s his shijie’s son, and in another world, he would’ve been the best uncle jin ling ever had. and with a-yuan being his “little one”, he was so heartbroken every time he thought a-yuan probably didn’t make it out of the burial mounds. in yi city, he was the ideal teacher: giving the disciples chances to figure out the solution for themselves and getting some hands on experience by guiding them on what to look for when night hunting…
lan zhan and wei ying’s dynamic with children is so special because anyone half a brain can tell they care so much about all the kids they come across. truly after the war, with all the orphans and complicated family dynamics, to watch two people who mutually love and support each other through hell and back also simultaneously adopting every broken child is so healing, even when it doesn’t work out in the end.
Speaking of modern teen wangxian getting together early, they're sure as hell that couple whose parents do not trust them/are to strict to allow them to be alone together, so their older siblings chaperone them on their dates. I can see them at the movies with Lan Xichen and Jiang Yanli sitting two rows behind them (ideally they should be closer to them but they're both doting older siblings who want their baby brothers to be happy but still have to follow their guardian/parents' rules so two rows it is). Also, feel free to imagine a jealous Jin Zixuan hearing about his crush (the one he was rude to but later fell in love with but that doesn't help him in not making an ass of himself in front of her) going to the movies with Lan Xichen the guy whose his exact opposite in terms of personality, is better looking and is also rich as fuck, bro is playing a sadboy playlist as we speak
Regulus: *tells James he hates him for the past 10 years*
James: :D
James: *is mad at Regulus for 1 weak*
Regulus: *crying cause James is being mean*
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Sirius: Remus, we have to break up
Remus: umm, no I don’t think so
Sirius: •_•
5 minutes later
Remus: we can’t ever try? Is that it?
Sirius:
Sirius: *almost crying* now why would you say that…? :c
Pls they’re both so dramatic and I love them
@zeppazariel gives me both joy and agony and I love them for that
Protect
Sorry I. Did it again. Next time they'll have lots of hugs and happiness
Brotherhood is you pulling an elaborate prank on your brother letting him believe he truly blinded you all this time when you can see just fine
i was uncharacteristically thinking about adrienette family life, and then something possessed me to draw it
anyways, some days in the lives of the Dupain-Chengs. Featuring: sleepovers, and How To Manipulate Your Parents
Genshin is such a good game for found family- mostly the fandom-
Chongyun going to his auntie to ask for relationship advice but she’s even more clueless than him and her best bet is “stab him”
Hu Tao steals Zhongli’s outfits a lot so when she starts seeing Ganyu and Xiao as family she starts stealing theirs too, she was probably chased by Xiao more than once for stealing his shirt.
Amber growing up with the knights and considering them her family, so a younger Amber getting nightmares over her grandpa leaving so she goes to Jean, Lisa or Kaeya and sleeps at their room.
Barbara and Jean. Thats it.
Xiangling, Kazuha and Xinyan playing card games and bonding over being pretty much adopted by Beidou, Xinyan somehow always wins, Xiangling probablu kicked both of them out of the kitchen more than once.
Klee and everyone in Mondstadt, thats also it.
Diluc somehow found himself with a Bennett as a found sibling and he swears to make this ONE siblingship right.
Ayato and Ayaka when younger skipping out of a meeting to watch the fireworks.
@the-unhinged-fanwing you’re gonna love this
I love you even more for pinging me on this
YES THE HU TAO, ZHONGLI AND GANYU ONE IS JUST. AAAH, SHE’D TOTALLY DO THAT
I can just imagine Hu Tao very comfortable chilling in one of Ganyu’s sweaters, it’s so sweet, iMAGINE MOVIE NIGHTS I’M-
Yes Xinyan you go girl
Diluc and Bennet, Itto and Razor, Scaramouche and Mona (The chaotic cousins!) Also, Lisa is everyone’s wine aunt. Everyone.
THE LAST ONE I MUST WRITE A FIC I M U S T THE PROJECTION POSSIBILITIES OH MY CLEARSI- *Maia.exe has stopped functioning*
Itto and Razor?
Scaramouche and Mona?
Lisa wine aunt?
Want ideas? I got them
Itto will take Razor on his shoulders and Razor points to finally a winning beetle so Itto can win one, but Razor wants to eat something as an exchange and he probably almost makes Itto poor by how much he ate, Itto wont mind tho
Scaramouche and Mona are 100% bullying each other all the time, Mona takes his hat and puts on the high shelf, Scara makes “she’s an empath” jokes, they will bully each other while sitting side by side on the sofa with her legs on top of his as if thats a very usual conversation to have.
Lisa teaches Barbara how to maim anyone in her fanclub who gets too close, smiles and tells her to not tell Jean who teached her that.
She teaches the catalyst to Klee and Electro to Razor and Fischl.
She teaches Razor how to read and every page he manages to read he wins a scooby snack
Amber appears one day screaming that she just found out shes gay and Lisa will just look at her and go “no shit honey”
I am begging for more Mona and Scaramouche or Lisa ones-
Scara and Mona may be bullying each other all the time, but if someone says a word to either. That’s it. The other will immediately whip out every single weapon imaginable and go “What did you say, you little shit?’
Ayaka and Ayato mainly have their own lives now, but they definitely have board game nights. Ayaka and Lumine vs Thoma and Ayato. Rip this headcanons from my cold, dead hands. (Bonus: Ayato goes “Ew” whenever Lumi and Ayaka kiss and then proceeds to make out with Thoma- I’m sorry I know this is found family I just couldn’t resist-)
Kaeya and Diluc still talk. Even when they’re just small conversations after everyone’s left the bar and Kaeya’s drunk as hell. They keep up that “I hate you” “The feeling’s mutual” facade outside, but they’re definitely working on their relationship.
Klee and Albedo make cupcakes and everyone gets one. That’s it, that’s the headcanon.
Remember when i said Ayato and Ayaka would leave some reunions as a kid to watch the fireworks? One day Ayato has the idea of asking Yoimiya to make some fireworks so he can watch with her again.
Klee and Barbara go to the beach together and come back with two buckets of pretty shells that they give to their friends.
Scaramouche besides being a menace is also just a cuddly cat, Mona will be making chart readings and he just drops near her and cuddles up, if she acknowledges him, he leaves.
Lisa loves to tease the youngest in a different way than she does the adults- and some are wayy too easy to do so- “Fischl, were you reading that romance book sweetie? Have you been thinkinh about someone while reading?” Fischl cant even answer she just goes red and runs
Barbara’s favourite are conch shells, discussion over.
Albedo likes looking for hermit crabs because I said so (Projection? Whaaaaaaat?? I would never)
YES and this is completely unrelated, but Scaramouche is totally the “I will fall asleep in the car and if you pull me into a cuddle I will be secretely grateful but loudly protest”
Honestly, if I were Fischl, I would run away too.
OKAY OKAY BUT CONSIDER: KAEYA AND DILUC TICKLE FIGHTS
DILUC WOULD BE SO TICKLISH EVERYWHERE HE’S NO MATCH FOR KAEYA
When it’s his turn to get him back though…
Hi look
Chongyun: I want to tell Xingqiu that I like him, but I don’t know how
Shenhe: Stab hm
Chongyun: I- that’s… a little extreme, I was hoping for a more passive solution
Shenhe: Stab him only a little…?
What even is writing, other than hell on earth?
I’ll be sitting in my creative spot, pulling up a blank word page or the last sentence of my book and I’ll start thinking about the story, then my mind blanks when I put my fingers on the keyboard. It restarts, then, but not on the topic of actually putting coherent sentences tigether, OH NO! We can’t have that, can we?
Instead, I’m gonna make up the whole scenario in my head, then doubt myself because of plot holes taht might exist if I truly do bring that twist in once I’ve gotten to book 7- while I’m currently sitting before Book one, page 56. Which I then realise, and start spiralling because, huh? It’s been three years, seven times I’ve started that book, and I vaguely recall it having had 80 pages before, roughly?
But again, no.
That’s all, because I’m simply unable to GET to the goddamn WRITING. So I ask myself, how did I do it before?? How even did I write those over 50 pages I have now? Because I for sure can’t recall.
And then, after contemplating my life decisions for three hours, suddenly something switched in my head and ta-da! There I go.
How much I’ve written, you ask?
Four sentences.
Because right after starting, my laptop died because I forgot to plug the plug in and now I’ve lost all my motivation for another three weeks- unless, of course, I am hit once more by inspiration. Which will lead me right back to hear, I assume, because once faced with the blank page or last sentence, the perfect way to connect my thoughts with the letters on the keyboard vanished again.
Do writers who write on a constant basis, who sit down and just write, do those even exist? And if they do, and they’re out there and perhaps even reading this shit, or if you have heard of someone who‘s heard of someone who‘s heard of someone who‘s heard of someone who apparently knew one of those writers, and perhaps even has a tip or two, then please.
Tell me. The secret. Please.
not a single brainccell to be found that day