me, reading aloud a post i just saw on a Queen fanblog: okay but Aziraphale and Crowley are ‘car friend/gay who can’t drive’ solidarity
my roommate, Amias: bold of you to say Crowley can drive
me: him having a car is literally critical to the plot of the book
Amias: doesn’t mean he can drive.
me: are you saying Crowley’s belief that he can drive is the only reason he can?
Amias: yes that’s exactly what i’m saying.
me: if he suddenly was deprived of occult powers and got into a car he’d be like “what the fuck is this”? that’s what you’re saying?
Amias: yes!! look, he goes 110 miles an hour in the middle of London and things rearrange themselves around him, he couldn’t pass a traffic test if his life depended on it. crowley can’t actually drive he’s just doing magic constantly
I really appreciate that the Good Omens miniseries makes a specific point of casting
Aziraphale and Crowley as a couple of frumpy middle-aged nerds who dress like they got lost on the way to a LARP. Like, way to commit to the tone.
I mean, that’s basically what I gathered from the book…right? 😂 Gotta blend in with the mortals 😂
The fun part for me is how well the show’s costume design conveys the fact that they think they’re pulling it off, while at the same time establishing that no, they really aren’t. Crowley looks like he mugged an extra from a direct-to-video cyberpunk movie, and
Aziraphale
is dressed like a very tall hobbit – they’re absolutely the opposite of inconspicuous, yet you could totally believe they think it’s working because yeah, those getups would successfully deflect attention from any personal eccentricities, wouldn’t they?
Aziraphale gives Crowley at least one scarf every year. He even tries giving him a few that aren’t tartan, in the hopes that Crowley will finally wear them when they’re out in the cold, but he never does.
What happens, as a result, is that Crowley ends up with twice the amount of scarves at his home, because every time he starts shivering and desperately trying to pretend he’s not about to freeze, Aziraphale lends him the one he is wearing – most of the times, just sighing and wrapping the scarf around Crowley’s neck -, and the demon, for some reason, never gives it back.
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