Um.
I don't know why it took me THIS LONG to remember that this line is from Romeo & Juliet.
ROMEO: It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops. I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Can I please just draw your attention to the last line, please?
I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Romeo is telling Juliet that he has to leave now before he is discovered and they are forced apart/he is killed.
Hmm, sounds suspicious to me...
They've been talking in coded messages since... well, always. No nightingales means Crowley is trying to tell Aziraphale that has to go, he's trying to tell him that it's dangerous - but what's promising about this is that if he's speaking in code, Crowley knows they're being watched.
I still can't say for sure what's going on at the end of the Final Fifteen, but I do believe this is a Clue.
The sheer amount of guilt Aziraphale experiences is utterly tragic. But what's interesting is he rarely feels guilt for the things humans usually feel guilt for - indulging in food, wine, books, comfort (which is marvelously subversive because it shows none of these things are actually worthy of guilt but, in fact, what make existence worthwhile).
No, he only truly feels guilt when he does the Right Thing.
Or when he realizes too late what the Right Thing is.
All of his guilt is attached to things that are, in fact, Good and Right, but in opposition to the black-and-white doctrine of Heaven.
Which makes the guilt he is so clearly experiencing here:
hit like a goddamn freight train.
Because loving Crowley is Good and Right.
I totally agree
Who I would let borrow my car:
Crowley. That demon would take care of my car - I'm talking pristine seats, clean glovebox, the shiniest it's ever been. He would claim that he wasn't doing it to be nice (he's not nice) and complain about how dirty it was before but we all know the truth. All my CD's would probably be mysteriously replaced with Queen (if he has to listen to it all time, so does everybody else.) There would be 17 parking tickets in 5 different languages on the dash. When you get the car back you realise that you gave it to him with a nearly empty tank but for some reason he didn't seem to refill it? And it worked perfectly fine???
Aziraphale. Look we both know when I get it back it'll be bright yellow and probably look like it's off a 60s sitcom but I mean look at his FACE is that the kind of face you could say no to? Yeah, I don't think so. He would be all "pretty please could I borrow your beautiful car" and the keys would be his. I don't blame Crowley for letting him drive the Bentley I would also forfeit all my mortal possessions to this angel.
Anathema. She wouldn't ask she'd just grab my keys and be like "I'll be back at 6:02" and who am I to question it? it would be 6:02 exactly and the car would turn up in my driveway covered in dirt. where did all the dirt come from??? I don't think I want to know. There would be a sticky note on the dashboard with a cryptic prophecy involving an elaborate generation-long ruse and today's wordle answer. would I let her borrow it again? probably.
Who I would not let borrow my car:
Newton Pulsifer. This man would rename my car words that haven't even been invented yet. He would've used my number plate to sign up for a Spanish inquisition fanclub. Heaven forbid that I have a Bluetooth speaker inside (it would turn into a green tooth speaker or something I swear.) The car would end up in a ditch in the neighbour's cornfield. He would offer me toast as an apology.
Sergeant Shadwell. Let's just say he uses the buses for a reason.
Archangel Gabriel. My radio would exclusively play bible stations from now on. The car would glow pure white and float above the ground. He would get pulled over for going 3km on the motorway. His driver's license would say 'human Gabriel who's a completely normal human being. profession: definitely not archangel of heaven. (that'll fool 'em guys) age: human. He would sit and watch the windscreen wipers go back and forward for 5 hours like a cat.
Or a take on Aziraphale and Crowley’s Wild West Era
And to this day…
A movement launched by French illustrators to fight the new obsession with chatgpt-generated "starter packs" made me want to join their fight.
Because every day, AI steals, destroys, and makes artists invisible.
Every person who enjoys and uses this "prompt" creates terrible pollution.
Because big brands like Ikea have appropriated this prompt instead of paying a designer.
Support artists and the No AI Starter Pack movement.
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