If It Didn’t Before It Does Now. This Is How I See It Going:

thinking about Good Omens 2. and stories, and the shape of them, and Terry Pratchett and his themes. and something clicked.

Aziraphale is cackling.

it's not just the ball. he spends the entire season trying to force the story into a shape it's not, and everyone suffers for it.

i've seen some less than charitable takes on Crowley's actions and they all ignore how much Crowley did try to talk to Aziraphale, did try to ask Aziraphale questions, did try to help, only to be ignored or brushed off. because his questions, his offers, they didn’t fit with the story Aziraphale was telling himself.

quiet, gentle, and romantic. it was, if you're our favorite Angel - right up until the end, at least. because he decided that's the story he was in. from the very beginning, he's off in la-la land, living out this romcom with a cute little mystery wrapped up in it, completely ignoring what's actually going on around him. i'll set Nina and Maggie up! (completely ignoring that Nina tells him she has a partner, and at that point, he has no reason to think she's anything less than happy.) i'll take ~our~ car to go do investigate this silly little mystery (he's not taking it even a little bit seriously!) while you stay here and run the bookshop and it will be so quaint and domestic! soon we'll dance and confess our feelings that we obviously share because we're already so clearly a couple we just need to finally say it!

Crowley knows the entire time that they're in a horror story but Aziraphale ignores every attempt he makes to point that out because it doesn't fit the story he decided he's in the middle of.

he brushes off Crowley's concerns and questions - his QUESTIONS! - like they're nothing. he doesn't want to see it, so he doesn't. and Crowley should have told him more?

why would he?

when you are CLEARLY in distress and it's being BLATANTLY AND WILLFULLY IGNORED, what the fuck are you supposed to do? "Crowley didn't comminicate" well okay if I were having a panic attack about something and my husband completely ignored it, chattering on about our dinner plans or whatever, that wouldn’t exactly make me want to open up about what was wrong! that would send the very fucking clear signal that he didn't want to know!

words aren't the only way we communicate and Crowley's body language, the entire season, is that of someone who is living in a horror story, knows he's living in a horror story, and is fucking terrified. if Aziraphale were paying any attention to Crowley instead of focusing all his energy trying to set things up just so for the big climax of his love story, he would know something major was wrong.

why would Crowley have told him how cruel Gabriel was about the execution when Aziraphale's already so thoroughly convinced that heaven is pure and good and has shown over and over through the millennia that he's not really open to considering that it can be cruel!

just look at them at the dance. Crowley freaking out because there's a horde of demons out there and Aziraphale giggling as they go to dance. that's the whole season!

you know who Crowley reminds me of this season?

he's watching helplessly and with increasing levels of distress as Aziraphale shoves every plot point into the romcom hole even though it's obviously not remotely romcom shaped! and i'm sick of people saying he was abusive because he raises his voice about it a few times!

Zim experiences an earthquake for the first time in his life

FALLEN ANGEL

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Summary: Near will beat Kira, for there was no other option. Asking the tarot cards wouldn't hurt, however.

Rating: G

Words: 3948

An expansive room, enshrouded by darkness, illuminated only by the numerous screens that covered the walls; and in the middle sat a boy, in the space the light didn’t reach, in a space that would have been empty had he not been there.

A boy called Near. As white as a ghost, sitting alone in a space so big and empty, it was almost as if he was in another world where only he existed.

To an outside observer, someone who didn’t understand the intricacy that was his mind, he might as well have been. He gave all the signs of someone stuck in their own little world with no regards to those around him. With eyes focused intently on the cards he was shuffling, a new deck of tarot cards that had yet to be used, over and over he shuffled them, as if nothing else mattered. Not once had he shown any sign of acknowledgement to the other people in the room; his subordinates.

Of course, the young detective saw no reason why he had to. Even though a good number of them had decided, for whatever reason, that watching him was more important than the tasks they have been given.

They were newly acquainted, after all, and none of them were truly bothering him.

The stares didn’t bother him. Those haven’t bothered him for a long time, not since his childhood. He wouldn’t find them bothersome so long as none of them decided to entrench upon his designated work area.

His self-designated work area, undeniably, but the headquarters were designed specifically to give Near the space he needed to work as effectively as possible. That was why the desks for the employees were all placed against the walls despite the vastness of the room.

His subordinates simply haven’t gotten used to the way he worked, and thus, didn’t understand. That was reasonable enough to Near. Even in Wammy’s House, among other geniuses, he was considered odd.

He knew that no one else needed a personal bubble as big as his to keep their mind clear, or be in a certain contorted position to keep their mind sharp, or always have something in their hands that was anything but the case files–or other paper documents for that matter–to stay focused. He knew that no one else who was visually capable needed to have information read to them in order for them to efficiently process the information. He knew that no one else used toys or other objects as visuals quite like he did, and he knew that they couldn’t comprehend said visuals he’d constructed the same way he did, despite how obvious they were in his mind.

The way he worked was unconventional, and Near knew that. But that was the way he worked best and the results he achieved spoke for themselves. In time, everyone who worked for him would have no issues with the way he did things. Just like those that he had worked with in the past. Just like a few of the agents here. Senior members who already worked with him before he had hired the rest of the elite members for the SPK.

The Special Provision for Kira; a group he had assembled himself, consisting of FBI and CIA agents, whose objective was to stop Kira, and put an end to his so-called reign. Now all they needed was the support of the President of the United States and they would officially become an organization. Most importantly, they would have access and control to every resource they could ever need for this investigation.

Near had worked tirelessly in order to get this far and he was confident that he and his team would catch Kira in due time.

Shuffling his cards for the twenty-second time, he positioned his hands in a way that was both calculated and practiced, and loosened his grip just enough so that they all rained down in front of him, and into a pool of cards. All faced down; just the way he wanted them to.

His subordinates, all of whom have decided some time ago that watching him do what he knew they saw as childish dilly-dallying was a waste of time, once again have their eyes on him. No doubt they were alerted by the sound of his cards landing on the floor. One of them even asked a colleague what he was doing. Whether it was curiosity or apprehension or disgust, he didn’t care enough to identify.

His gaze didn’t leave the cards. A hand reached out towards his hair on impulse, index finger twirling a lock in a motion that spoke of habit. He contemplated his next course of action. He could use them to build a construction of patterns that would expand into a magnificent fortress or castle or whatever else he chose.

Or he could use his tarot cards as intended.

Tarot cards were an interest of his that hadn’t truly surfaced until the beginning of the Kira Case. Long before that, he had chosen to study them on a whim, a knowledge sought out of boredom. It was a surprise that he found them fascinating; the fool’s journey, the different meanings of each card, the different spreads that told different things. They were nothing more than a passing amusement at the time. An interesting yet unimportant data, one of the few he had let himself indulge in. At most, he found them convenient to use as visual representations. Like his toys.

That is, until a case appeared where the most probable explanation for the murders was that it was supernatural in nature.

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“Will I beat Kira?”

I decided to do a tarot card reading to help me with this. The question I actually asked was: Could you tell me which cards I should use for Near’s reading of “Will I beat Kira”?

The cards I got are so perfect, I honestly can’t believe how good it turned out!

See the reading below the cut

Heart of the Matter: Page of Pentacles

Challenge: Knight of Pentacles

Unconscious: Ten of Wands

Past: Five of Swords Reversed

Conscious: Seven of Pentacles

Future: Five of Cups Reversed

Querent: Four of Cups Reversed

Environment: Queen of Pentacles Reversed

Hopes and Fears: Ten of Pentacles

Outcome: Six of Cups

i miss my wife tails

I like to think that Linda was super mad at Near and Mello and thats why when she was asked she was like “yes here is a drawing of their faces!” to get back at them, but she didn’t really want them to die so she drew the much younger versions of them than she actually remembers

She wasn't a good person. She knew that...

AU where Sayu Yagami joins the SPK