Tamsyn Muir really just sat down and wrote a book from the pov of the character least qualified to have any fucking clue about what’s going on and then proceeded to make sure each successive book was written from the perspective of an even less qualified bitch. Like we go from a jock filling in last minute at an international science competition, to a traumatized teenager with a DIY lobotomy trying to keep up with a bunch of 10,000 year old demigods, to a SIX MONTH OLD operating in a TERRORIST CELL. Pray for Alecto y’all, homegirl doesn’t stand a chance in hell of understanding the story she’s in.
what i love about the queer women rep in tlt is that so much of it is just like. gideon reading her titty magazines but getting zero action. ianthe trying to kiss harrow and getting rejected. harrow begging a hallucination of a corpse to have sex with her and getting rejected. marta turning down judith, judith turning down corona, corona unsuccessfully flirting with camilla. nona’s one-sided attraction to corona and camilla. camilla’s third-wheeling (x3) and plain lack of interest in getting it on with anyone. gideon and ianthe fighting over harrow when they’re both losing out to a frozen ice bimbo. ‘but she never gave you anything. you never got anywhere.’ ‘did you???’ << honestly sums it up.
Crowley, a demon, standing in the Garden of Eden next to Aziraphale, an angel, who he will spend the next 6000 years pining for: it’s just funny to me that God would put the one thing you’re not allowed to have right in front of you, like what’s that about
I can’t stop thinking about the way we sit with these shots for an uncomfortably long time. And how in a way it kind of makes you feel helpless. Which is honestly perfect.
Aziraphale is desperately trying to convince himself he’s made the right decision, that he can change Heaven, that he can do some good. Now he just has to prove it
But I want to focus more on Crowley. I don’t believe this shot of Crowley is heartbroken. Maybe a little bit, but mostly he’s angry.
It’s the kind of anger you get when you love someone and you spend so much time with them, knowing the place they come from isn’t good for them even if they themselves refuse to see it. It’s the kind of anger you feel when you see them progress and stick up for themself instead of just following along, and then suddenly its just gone.
It’s exactly the kind of anger you feel when you try so hard and you still can’t save someone from going back to a place that just tears them down.
You know you can’t stop them. You can’t make their decisions for them. But it still fucking hurts.
Crowley’s favorite thing is saving Aziraphale. And he couldn’t do it this time.
God says, “I will destroy Job’s children,” and Aziraphale says, “How did he wrong you?”
God says, “I will destroy Job’s children,” and Aziraphale says, “How will you make it right?”
God says, “I will destroy Job’s children,” and Aziraphale says, “Gosh, I don’t doubt you know what you are doing and all, but maybe we could slow things down a little and talk about this? And it’s essential to the divine plan? Are we sure?”
Crowley says, “I will destroy Job’s children,” and Aziraphale looks him in the eye and says, “No, you won’t.”
#more faith in crowley than god. that’s fucking nuts actually. (@dat-eyebrows)
EXACTLY.
I want every single person becoming unhinged over this post to know that I am kissing you very gently on the forehead. This thought scrambled my neurons and I am glad you are all here to share it with me.
guys the kiss was so important especially from a narrative and storytelling perspective because it was literally Crowley taking everything that’s happened between them, every unsaid intention and every unspoken promise, and making it physical.
He’s taking their arrangement and every other bullshit excuse they’ve ever used to hide how they feel about each other and throwing them out the window to put their feelings into an undeniable physical action that holds a lot of meaning to humans in order to be absolutely sure that Aziraphale knows exactly what he means when he says “we could have been Us.” He wants to be absolutely sure that there are no misunderstandings between them and know that Azirphale will be committing to this decision with absolute reassurance that he’s been understood and rejected anyway.
he’s taking a human action with so much meaning and so much importance, and he’s using it as a way to desperately make Aziraphale completely and undeniably aware of what he’s stating. No more charades and no more lies or cover-ups. There’s no denying this thing between them now, and Crowley did it the human way. Because he and Aziraphale love humanity and it’s everything to them in their own ways.
There’s a reason we saw a kiss between Crowley and Aziraphale, and not Gabriel and Beelzebub, despite them both being undeniable foils.
and really if you just think about that isn’t it so god damned beautiful?
The sheer offense Crowley took just by hearing the unlikely possibility that Aziraphale could ever be just a bit on the side and not loved and paraded openly and proudly.
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