fancasting – richard ayoade as aziraphale, good omens by neil gaiman and terry pratchett
Many people, meeting Aziraphale for the first time, formed three impressions: that he was English, that he was intelligent, and that he was gayer than a treeful of monkeys on nitrous oxide.
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something random that I really love about the good omens fandom is that aziraphale is almost universally drawn wearing glasses even though 1. he is never specified to wear glasses in the book, and 2. being an angel means he would probably have perfect eyesight and would under no circumstances need glasses. i just think it’s really heartwarming that we all collectively accept that aziraphale is one of those pretentious and gay book-loving bastards that wears glasses for the Aesthetic™. glad we’re all on the same page
“Are you all right?“ Aziraphale fumbled
with the phone, clutching it closer to his ear. “You sound terrible.”
“Heh. Can’t sssay the ssssame, angel. Ugh…wait.”
“Are
you hurt? What happened?”
“Nuh. Juss’ got back. Bloody awful time.
Helluva time. Heh. Ssss’ joke.” There was a breathy sigh down the line. “Don’t like
it down there angel. Don’t like it. Usssed all m’ magic. Jussst wanted to get
out. Wassn’t paying attention an’ came up here. Not there. Not—London. Obviousssly.
Would like to be.”
“Crowley, dear, where are you?” said
Aziraphale carefully.
“Dunno.” There was a sniff. “‘Sss all cold
‘n ssscraggy. Ssscotland maybe.”
“Ok. Ok, I can—I can follow your mobile phone
signal, can’t I?”
There was a hissing laugh on the other end.
“Ah angel. You can follow my mobilephone sssignal anytime. Heh. I misssssed you, angel.”
“Answer the question, dear.” Aziraphale grabbed
his coat, phone pressed between his shoulder and jaw, thrusting an arm through.
He struggled for a moment, before he slid his arm out and and put it through
the other side, muttering a curse under his breath.
“Yeah. You’ve gotta turn on the, the…ugh. No.
No. You know, just. Talk to it. Tell it
to… find my location. Be convincccing. Like you’re chasssing sssssomeone away
from the ssshop. Y’know. Firm.”
“Right, will do.” He pulled the door open,
locking the shop firmly behind him with a glare and started briskly down the
street.
“Hey, there’sss a…yeah. A town. Jussst over
there. I can sssee a—“ there was a yelp and a loud crackling sound from the
other end. Aziraphale stopped dead in his tracks, causing an important looking businessman
to nearly crash into him.
“Crowley?! What happened? Are you all right?” He completely
missed the dirty looks he was getting for blocking the foot traffic.
“Ngk. Bloody ditch. Came outta nowhere.”
The angel let out a sigh of relief, half
jogging down the pavement. “All right. You find that town and then you stay put,
all right? I’ll be there soon. Don’t try anything. I’m coming to get you.”
Honestly shout out to people with anxiety and panic disorders, y’all don’t get enough recognition for your hard work. Pushing through your body’s instinct to fight/flee/freeze at the slightest worry is a whole new level of strength. You’re battling almost everyday against a fast-acting animalistic response that humans have been experiencing since the dawn of time, a response that is literally designed to take full control of your actions away from you. That takes so much courage and perseverance. You’re strong as fuck.
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