I mean, we all joke about Crowley having to teach Aziraphale to do the Walk™️ in preparation for the bodyswap, but honestly? I don’t think that Aziraphalewas necessarily the one with the harder job here.
How much time do we think was spent teaching Crowley how not to act like Aziraphale? Or, at least, not the version he knew.
“You’re waving your hands around too much, my dear.”
“Angel, you wave your hands around. You’re literally waving mine around right now.”
“Yes, but not in Heaven! Keep them behind your back, like this. That way you can keep better control of them. Also, please do not smile like that.”
“I actually thought I had the smile down pretty well.”
“That’s as may be, but it’s unlikely to be necessary during our execution. Anyway, that’s not a Heaven-smile. If you must smile, do it like this.”
“Like I’m fucking terrified? ‘Cause I really don’t think that that will be a problem, angel, considering what we’re about to try and pull off.”
“It’snot terrified! It’s respectful. It’s how you’re supposed to smile in Heaven.”
“… You’re certain that you don’t want me to set them on hellfire while I’m up there, right?”
I’ve been thinking about the opening hours for Azriaphale’s bookshop in good omens (apologies for the bad quality)
And if you look closely at the handwriting…then you’ll also notice it’s written with the same penmanship as this:
Both of these were written by Neil, which leads me to believe this:
The Bookshop Hours supposedly were written by Aziraphale, and the Holy Water note was written by Crowley. BUT, if these two have the same handwriting, then what if Aziraphale didn’t actually write his Opening Hours, but it was actually Crowley instead?? It’s a logical conclusion, I think.
But also think about it this way:
What if Aziraphale’s handwriting is actually super messy, and so when his shop opened, he very well may have written his opening hours, but when he showed Crowley, the demon couldn’t even read it. What if he just took the paper and said, “Angel, no one can read this, just–just give me the pen, I’ll write it for you.”
Conclusion: Aziraphale has messy handwriting and Crowley wrote his shop hours for him :)
“Okay angel, shoot.”
Aziraphale around, puzzled. “Shoot what?”
“Nothing. ’S a figure of— figure of whatsit. Just say what you want me to write. Dictate.”
“Oh. Righty-o.” Aziraphale picked up the bit of paper he’d originally written the sign on (though Crowley was going to have to take his word on that, as it looked more like one of the sheets of lines they made people write in Hell— after they’d put their hands on backwards) and began to read off it:
“I open the shop on most weekdays about 9:30 or perhaps 10am.”
Crowley looked up from the page. “Good to hear we’re being specific.”
Aziraphale shook his head. “I can’t think what you mean. As I was saying,” he continued reading, “while occasionally I open the shop as early as 8, I have been known not to open until 1, except on Tuesday–”
“Tuesday?”
“Hmm?” Aziraphale looked slightly annoyed at being interrupted mid-flow. “Yes?”
“Since when do you do anything different on Tuesdays? First I’ve heard of it.”
“Oh.” Aziraphale was suddenly very interested in the patch of wall directly over Crowley’s left shoulder. “Yes, well. Perhaps it was Thursdays, or Mondays… or maybe Good Fridays. Still, you’ve written it now. Might as well leave it as it is.”
Crowley raised his eyebrows. “Might as well.”
“I tend to close about 5:30pm, or earlier if something needs tending to. However I might occasionally keep the shop open until 8 or 9 at night, you never know when you might need some light reading.”
Crowley looked up at the various heavy tomes around him, and snorted. Aziraphale ignored him.
“On days that I am not in–”
“Satan’s balls, Aziraphale! You mean there’s more?”
“I like to be precise, Crowley.”
“Precise!” Crowley looked down at what he’d written so far, then back over at Aziraphale, before deciding that in that direction lay only madness. “For Satan’s sake, angel!” he whined, picking a safer route. “You’re going to give me carpal tunnel at this rate!” (As it happened, both angelic and demonic corporations were immune to this particular problem, but Crowley didn’t see why that was worth bringing up now.)
“You were the one who didn’t want me to use the original sign.”
“I was the one who wanted to make it legible.”
“Shush!” Crowley shushed— largely out of indignation at being told to do so— and Aziraphale went on reading. “Ahem. On days that I am not in, the shop will remain closed.”
“Y'know, I think they might be able to work that one out for themselves.”
“On weekends, I will open the shop during normal hours, unless I am elsewhere. Bank holidays will be treated in the usual fashion, with early closing on Wednesdays–”
“Wait, is this Wednesdays in general, or just the ones that happen to coincide with a bank holiday?”
“–Or sometimes Fridays. Oh, and in brackets please put ‘for Sundays, see Tuesdays’.”
Crowley did so, and then looked down at the thing he’d just written with the same expression he’d had the day he found out about the existence of coconut flavoured Quality Streets.
“C–can I borrow this?” he asked at last. “To take downstairs? I think it might be worth a commendation.”
“I think you must be confused, dear boy,” Aziraphale said firmly. “It’s my side that likes lists of rules and things. I always imagined your lot as preferring chaos.”
“Yeah, of course,” Crowley said, struggling to tear his eyes away from the page. “Because there’s nothing chaotic about that.”
Aziraphale seemed not to hear him. He was suddenly very busy rearranging the books on the shelf in front of him. Crowley watched for a while, then grew bored. “Angel.”
“Hm?”
“Is it an early closing day today?”
Aziraphale looked away from his shelf. “Why?”
Crowley smirked. “Because I’ve just written out possibly the most ridiculous and bloody-minded shop sign in the whole history of shop signage, and now I need a drink.”
Aziraphale very nearly managed to keep a straight face. “Well, yes.” His lips twitched. “I suppose that could be counted under the heading of ‘something needs tending to’.”
With a snap of his fingers, the sign on the shop door flipped to ‘closed’, and the two of them headed for the back room, bickering over what they were going to drink.
Outside, a small group of potential customers came up to the shop door and sighed when they saw that it was closed already.
“It’s always shut whenever I come here!” one moaned. “When does this place even open?”
I don’t know if it’s been discussed already, but something that really impressed me about Sonic 2 is how the set up Robotnik’s sheer brilliance from the very first minute.
I feel like Sonic 1 mainly showed how smart he is, always in control of the situation and with enough resources to shift the tide if things change. Sonic 2 in comparison focuses a lot on his sheer determination, how far he’s willing to push, to plan ahead and stick to it to the last consequences, to become a god among men and rule over them all. And it all started with “I’ll be home by Christmas!” at the end of the first movie and that incredibly complex trap he set up for the three scavengers and Knuckles at the start of this new movie. That’s a seriously impressive moment, by the way.
I brought this side of Eggman’s character up months ago when I notedhis plan in Sonic 3 and how he did not let it gountil the very last second of the game, and the second Sonic movie felt like I was watching exactly that. Ever since the minute he came back to Earth he didn’t treat Sonic with the same smart, professional attitude like in Sonic 1, this time he was out for blood because the hedgehog would stop his plans otherwise. He kept his witty comments, but he wasn’t playing games at all after being banished to the Mushroom Planet for so long. He literally set up a horror movie scene at Sonic’s house as his entrance, lol.
And while he may not have suceeded at first, he took control of the situation, executed his plan perfectly and when it was time to handle the betrayal, he waited for his chance, spoke in a low voice when he tried to backstab Knuckles until Sonic interrupted that. Then, a new opportunity arose: distract the fools, grab the Emerald, be untouchable. So clean and elegant.
A similar thing happens at the end, in a moment I was actually waiting to repeat Eggman’s “gotcha!” moment in Unleashed’s intro. As Super Sonic enters the scene and starts to tear the mech apart, he takes a step back and tries to reason with him, to reach a fake middle ground in an attempt to lure Sonic into a false sense of security before striking back. It didn’t work, of course, but we know that exact move has worked at least once in the game series before, and I think that’s what makes that moment in the movie so damn cool.
I may be rambling a bit by now since I’m still trying to piece together what I think of the movie overall, but that’s what impressed me the most of Robotnik in Sonic 2. Even at the end of the movie his fate is unclear, and while that may have to do with decisions outside of the movie itself, I like the idea Eggman will just vanish and leave everyone wondering if he’s really gone or not, while also setting up Stone as a future main threat. It’s like the mystery of Eggman’s fate at the end of Sonic Forces but, y’know, good.
in any other story, merry would have died in battle or pippin in minas tirith, or frodo would have fallen or sam killed by gollum but tolkien, after facing losses in real life, said: no, this time they live. this time, they all get to live. in a way, the lord of the rings is a love letter to dead soldiers.
tolkien time and again denied characters a death in the battlefield, even if they wanted one.
most notably, eowyn and faramir who came to love each other and found happiness in a life they could have never imagined before. the most humble lives are preferable to the most honorable deaths.
The most humble lives are preferable to the most honorable deaths
ID: a screenshot of an Amazon sales report. On the left hand side, a list of global Amazon marketplaces are listed, followed by the currency and a break down of sales. Ebooks vs paperback vs hardcover and total royalties. OP has elected to censor their overall earnings for the sake of privacy, but has left the Australian market visible. The graph shows that one sale of a $1.99 book resulted in 63 cents in profit, while the sale of a single $14.99 paperback resulted in 1 cent profit. /end ID.
Yeah.Yeah.
Between this and Ingram Spark putting their pricing up (again), I’m going to have to adjust my pricing. I’m already earning less than $2 per paperback sale in the US. If I don’t put prices up, I’m going to be earning negative money across multiple markets.
I’m sorry gang. I’ll try to keep my prices as low as I can, but the $14.99 price tag has to change. I’ll be updating my prices on Monday, May 23rd 2022. It will likely take a few days/weeks for it to show, and may even temporarily make the book unavailable while retailers update.
Cat ppl will be like “There’s no love like a cat’s love” and dog ppl will be like “there is no love like a dog’s love” and they are both correct.
Every social animal you can have as a pet will have a unique way of bonding with a human, both as a species and as an individual. And i think that’s great. For a lot of them this includes accompanying you to the bathroom. Delightful. Life is worth living
Do you spend a lot of time and thought on developing your characters and enjoy talking about them on your blog?
Do you make writing or art with your characters, or other peoples’ characters who inspire you, or commission artists whose style you dig? Do you do RP and document it on your blog?
Do you gather with friends to do all of those things in a way that fits comfortably into your life and makes more fun for all involved parties?
GOOD. That’s some good shit right there. I love seeing it. Keep it coming.
Tumblr is definitely the best social media because if I impersonated twitter or facebook staff they would probably sue me or send a cease and desist but tumblr just sends a chill email saying they don’t want me to confuse people who want help
