And my absolute highlight at Proud Nerd Con was, of course, meeting David Tennant.
I can tell you, he really is a wonderful person. Often when you meet actors in real life, it's a little bit of a disappointment, and the things we love about them, are just show. That's not the case with him.
He cares for his fans, and he means it. It was an incredible busy day for him, autograph sessions, photoshots, meet and greets, and pannels, he really was rushing from one thing to the next all day. But he went out of his way caring for his fans, even when he was getting tired at the end of the day.
He answered as many questions as possible, he had smiles and kind words for everyone, and even some hugs (with asking consent first, of course.). It really felt like he had adopted all of us.
He loved being at the convention. He called it "absolutely bananas" and said he enjoyed the cheerful atmosphere. Everybody got to be themselves, and no one needed to hide anything.
He is also incredibly funny. And it's not that kind of funny that mocks other people that you see so often in bad comedians. He loves to tell stories, he loves to play with with language, and he really had us laughing our heads off. His jokes are silly (the good kind), and his humour is incredibly intelligent.
His charms and great personality carried a big part of the event and turned it from a wonderful day into a truly magical day. Everyone was still glowing on the bus ride back to the train station.
Absolutely.
I will rise like Phoenix from the ashes... (though not in the way, Shax intended me to.) chrchrchrm....
Despite everything...
Exactly! This is how our story should have ended! No naked Gabriel, no rainy rain miracles, no Edinburgh, no demons attacking the bookshop and most certainly no Metatron!
Just us. Us, celebrating at the Ritz with food and drink and talk and going for a walk and then... then - vavoom - the one perfect kiss! And then happily ever after. Nothing ever goes wrong after that one perfect kiss.
It's always so easy in the movies! Why can't it work like this in real life?
The Angel and the Demon among us - last chapter
The story is over...for now
Chapter 12
Sixteen reasons to miss you... as if I needed any more of those.
#just aziraphale things (crowley)
Yeah, well, sometimes I forget that I've got wings, too. Or I forget that I could just turn into a big badass snake.
There's one thing I don't forget, however: Rescuing me makes him happy, too.
Snoose the Goose. The Snoose Game. (Az wins the fuck-shit-up wingspan.)
Now she actually WANTS me to be mean to Maggie and even meaner to Muriel. People! Will you ever make sense?
But let's rewind and start... right here.
"For once in your life, trust somebody."
No, no, wait, that's too far back. A little further along.
"Fine", Nina says, although it's not. "You've made your point, Mr. Crowley."
Did I? And is my point pointy enough for you to go away, never come back and leave me to my misery?
It certainly seems so, because Nina backs away. "We can offer you our friendship, we cannot, however, make you accept it. I still think you're making a mistake, but the choice is yours, and you're old enough to take responsibility for your own actions."
She falls silent for a moment. The sun's setting with the buildings casting long shadows over the road.
"I'll leave you alone from now on." Nina half turns, looks back over her shoulder. Her features seem calmer than before, but there's still some anger in her eyes. "And Maggie will too, once you explain to her that you don't need or value her friendship. I trust, you will do this soon and won't leave her worrying about you any longer."
What? "Explain to her... what?"
"This. Do you think, ghosting is an appropriate behaviour?"
"I'm not a ghost, 'm a demon."
"Don't take it literal." She sighs. "Ghosting means not answering people's messages and pretending you aren't there. It's very hurtful to others because it leaves people worrying and they never get any closure. That's what you've been doing to Maggie and me and I haven't even started to talk about Muriel."
I didn't know there was a word for it, but I never meant to do anything. How can I do anything by doing nothing? It doesn’t make any sense.
And yet, I know she’s right. Doing nothing sometimes hurts people most of all. Simply standing by and just allowing things to happen.
“What’s that with Muriel? There’s a croak in my voice I can’t supress right now. “I don’t understand, what do they have to do with it?”
“She… wait, Muriel uses “they”? Nina seems surprised. “I assumed since you and Mr. Fell both look like guys and she… they chose to look like a woman... you can all choose what to look like, can’t you?”
Great. Humans are not supposed to know about any of these things. I hope no one tries to erase her memory or turns her into a pillar of salt.
“Yes, we can, but Aziraphale and I have been to Earth for such a long time that we understand the concept of gender. We use the ‘he’ pronoun when we present male and the ‘she’ pronoun when we present female. Most angels don’t know or don’t worry about these things, so they go by “they” unless it feels right for them to go by something else. Muriel has only been to Earth for a couple of months and it’s their first time here, so they wouldn’t worry about gender or pronouns yet. “They” simply makes most sense in their case because it’s neutral and doesn’t assume anything. And before you ask, no, we don’t.”
“You don’t what?”
“Procreate. I thought that would probably be your next question.”
She tilts her head to the side, giving me a long apprehensive look. “So, you’ve had this kind of conversation with humans before.”
“Well... occasionally.” It’s not that I never had closer bonds with humans before. I just try to avoid it because it’s trouble.
Fortunately for me, Nina does not press the point.
Instead, she takes a deep breath and starts talking about Muriel.
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"Naaah, guys like Hastur or Ligur or Furfur can't just snap their fingers and drag me down to Hell.
Right, they're dudes... Dukes of Hell - at least Hastur and Ligur are, Furfur's just an admissions demon, who thought he could turn me in for "collaborating with the angel Aziraphallus" but for that he needed to go the long bureaucratic way which Hastur and Ligur skipped when they thought they could just bring me in by brute force.
Anyhow, what was I trying to say? My point is, very few demons have this kind of power. Lord Beelzebub kinda does, they dragged me down once, and even through the protections of my Bentley, but they also had to appear on Earth personally to do it.
Satan doesn't need to. He can just do the fingersnapping thingie. Actually, he doesn't even need fingers. He's Satan. We're demons. I think, you understood this part quite well, bookgirl. 😉
Oh, and besides, do you know what's even more difficult than trying to resist Satan's pull? Try to resist Satan's pull while you're absolutely positively high on Laudanum!" 👿
Edit: Though, I suppose, the place, too, does matter. Somehow, I doubt that Satan could simply drag me down from Aziraphale's bookshop, which is heavenly protected. But I suppose that Lord Gaiman has the final say on that matter."
The resurrectionists minisode appears to retroactively change the rules in the gomens universe as to how crowley can be summoned to hell — after all, in s1 and in the book crowley needed to be collected by hastur and ligur in the holy water scene. So i’m now headcanoning that something simply changed between 1827 and current day, and that something is that aziraphale saw crowley get pulled down for doing a good deed and vowed to consult every book on earth to find a way to tether crowley to the earth from now on unless physically dragged to hell so he’d be safer
Drive around
Sleep
Drive around some more
Get drunk
Sleep it off
Sleep some more
Repeat
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Since a few people asked me to post the diary entries to AO3, I started to put them together and post them there:
I can't promise you, however, that everything is going to make sense in the end.
I'm basically a heartbroken demon living in a Bentley, who lost the love of his life (me, not the Bentley). I'm drunk half of the time, I'm asleep the other half, I'm driving around and ranting when I'm neither drunk nor asleep, and I just want to be left alone by all those people constantly wanting something of me.
Yup, that's my life in a nutshell.
(Luckily, the person behind my diary is neither an alcoholic nor a demon, just a regular human, but still very very heartbroken from watching a certain series called 'Good Omens' and especially something called 'The Final Fifteen'. (Whatever that is.)
But I do believe, somehow, that particular person wishes me to be reunited with my angel in the end.)
Many, many wonderful Crowleys at Proud Nerd Con! :)
(and one Aziraphale hiding between us.)
Yup.
Sometimes I wonder what's going on in that big beautiful brain of his...
Sometimes I wonder if he had a good reason to do what he's done.
Still....
Feels lonely.
Day 243 of posting Good Omens memes Everyday until Season 3
Good Omens fanstuff, mostly Crowley's PoV. Post Season 2. Mild content warnings for swearing, misuse of alcohol and angst.
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