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Kayla, she/her, Jewish, aroace, bookworm and audio drama fan

the adsom gang as random cats from my camera roll:

lila watching kell sleep on her bed after rescuing his ass for the first time

holland watching kell try to use ‘as tascen’ on the ocean and seeing him get yeeted

lila getting out of that box in AGOS

kell trying to get lila in the mood

rhy becoming king at the ripe old age of 20

lila and holland at any given time

lila. just lila.

kell browsing the night market between ADSOM and AGOS

kell after being rescued by lila and holland, and punched by rhy

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intradaya

Neil Josten of Millport, AZ

(I like the idea of him carrying little alcohol shooters instead of full bottles in his first aid kit lolol)

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schraubd

Three Rooms: An Immersive Jewish Experience

Years ago – I think I was still in college – I had an idea for an exhibit about a particular Jewish experience. It is by no means comprehensive, it does not tell a complete story. That’s not its ambition. Its purpose would be to try and simulate a specific feeling or anxiety that I think many Jewish people have for a non-Jewish audience that often seems unable to understand it.

My idea for this exhibit never got beyond the level of an idea – sadly, a fate that befalls many of my “ideas” – but it’s always been crystal clear in my head. So I describe it here. Who knows? Maybe one day it will be created somewhere?

The basic layout is a series of rooms. Attendees would enter the exhibit in small groups, one group at a time, starting in the first room. The room would have various exhibits, writings, pictures, and other illustrations of Jewish history in Israel – both contemporaneous and of the deep past. Nothing especially out of the ordinary.
After some amount of time – not immediately, but just quick enough to feel like an imposition – an attendant would emerge to politely tell people it was time move on to the next room. They’d be ushered in to see another room, similar in many ways to the first, except this time with exhibits illustrating Jewish experience in the diaspora – in Europe, in the Middle East, in America, and around the world. The attendant would leave them there, and return back to the first room.
Soon, however, a second attendant would come out. He would not be rude, but perhaps a bit brusque. This room, the second room, was not ready for them. Please return to the first room. He’ll let you know when this room was prepared.
Upon filing back into the first room, the original attendant would evince surprise, then annoyance. What are you doing here? Didn’t he already tell you it was time for you to leave? Go back to where you came from! This room is closed now. Protests about what the other attendant said would be ignored or brushed aside, as the group is shooed back into the second room.
The attendant in the second room would show himself immediately. He is no longer “brusque”, or surprised, or annoyed. He is furious. Are you deaf? How dare you come back here! This is not your room! Get out, now, all of you. I’m done playing games with you. If you can’t be here, and you can’t be there, then go over there – he would point to a different door from the one dividing the first and second room. The group – trapped between the first attendant and the second attendant, seemingly unable to do right – would scamper to escape, and enter the third room.
The third room would have no attendants. The third room would be entirely quiet and still. The third room would simply be pictures and exhibits of Jewish genocide: the Holocaust, the pogroms, the Inquisition, the Farhud. In that room, the group would finally be left alone, unbothered, for as long as it desired.

At some point, the attendants would reemerge, just to confirm that the attendees had not actually done anything wrong, they had done exactly what they were expected to have done, and the attendants were just playing a role. But the sensation of being chased, of being told that wherever you are, you are wrong for being there, buffeted back and forth between “homeland” and “diaspora”, until the only place you’re allowed to be left alone in peace is your own grave – that sensation, so familiar to Jews, so seemingly foreign to so many non-Jews would, I hope, have been evoked just a little bit.

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The Being Unknown

THAT scene was not heartbreaking because of miscommunication

I’ve seen a lot of posts lamenting that Crowley and Aziraphale just needed to TALK to each other. That if they hadn’t been speaking past each other in that S2E6 ending, it would have been okay. That they have major MISCOMMUNICATION issues.

And that’s bullshit.

(No, I’m being inflammatory. Miscommunication is part of it, but not the meat of it.)

The crux of that conflict was NOT miscommunication. Rather, the heartbreak came from Aziraphale’s fundamental misunderstanding of Crowley. Let me elaborate.

I agree. The crux of the issue is that they actually disagree. Yes, there’s lots of miscommunication and misunderstanding around that core disagreement. As there usually is, actually, even in quite healthy couples who communicate well in general. The core disagreement that might divide us and constantly comes between us is a deeply painful thing connected to other deeply painful things and is really really hard to communicate well about.

You’ve nailed it though, OP. Aziraphale mishandled the whole thing because he did not anticipate how Crowley would react, even though the entire audience did. And I think that comes down to the same reason he struggles with accepting the truth about Heaven: his truly impressive powers of self-delusion.

Aziraphale has been living with a massive cognitive dissonance as long as Crowley has been living with his trauma. He’s coped mostly by not coping at all, by convincing himself it all must make sense somehow. The Ineffable Plan (specifically the ineffability of it) is a comforting thought to him. Crowley hates not knowing, but Aziraphale prefers not knowing. Not knowing means he can tell himself there is a good reason, even if he doesn’t understand it.

Anyway, so he’s really really good at lying to himself and very selective about what he notices. And that’s a serious hindrance in his relationship to Crowley.

Because Aziraphale is well aware of their fundamental differences in belief, but he is deluding himself about what causes them.

He’s still holding on to the view that he’s right. He has a patronizing view of Crowley at times, alternately dismissing him (‘well, of course not, you’re a demon’) and acting So Pleased when he turns out to actually be an alright chap. All well and fine, he’s an angel, the condescension’s part of the package. But there’s a deeper problem, because Aziraphale only associates good with Heaven. He thinks the reason Crowley is good is because he’s still an angel deep down.

That’s it. That’s really it. Crowley isn’t really all that evil, therefore Crowley is still partly aligned with Heaven. Aziraphale says as much in the Job flashback. Crowley denies it. But Crowley denies a lot of things. I think Aziraphale waved that off. I think he’s still holding on to that perception in the present day. It’s simple logic, and it doesn’t require his own worldview to twist all that much. In his mind, Crowley is still mostly an angel deep down. Throwing him out of Heaven was a mistake, not because it was a horrible thing to do to anyone, but because Crowley didn’t deserve it.

He still hasn’t decoupled the idea of good from Heaven. The mean Archangels are ‘bad angels’. Crowley, by the same logic, is a good angel. Why shouldn’t he be restored to angel status? Heaven is where the good people belong.

As long as Aziraphale thinks like that, he cannot truly understand why Crowley wouldn’t want to return to Heaven. He can’t understand that restoring him as an angel wouldn’t make him happy. Aziraphale genuinely thought that it would. And Crowley’s just been doused with the horrible reality that not only has Aziraphale not been de-programmed, not only is he still holding that view, he also thinks he can still fit Crowley into that view. After all this time knowing him. Aziraphale isn’t stupid, it’s not that he doesn’t pay attention, it’s that he doesn’t see what he doesn’t want to see. He doesn’t want to look truth in its slitted yellow eyes.

And Crowley can’t keep trying to get through to him. He can’t do this anymore. His confession landed on deaf ears because Aziraphale was too busy telling him horrible news with a big smile on his face. Crowley’s patience and optimism has finally broken. He’s done. He still loves Aziraphale, he’ll never not love him, but he’s finally done trying to save him from himself.

And that is what will finally allow Aziraphale’s full character potential to be realized. Because he’s going to have to confront his delusions and test his assumptions by himself. Crowley’s spent 6,000 years trying to open his eyes, but they won’t properly open until Aziraphale decides to open them.

Yeah, this is it. When Crowley says The angel you knew is not me, I think what he’s saying is, don’t count on me to save Job’s children because of some fundamental angel-ness (and therefore goodness). He’s doing it because he’s developed his own moral compass, independent of Heaven, Hell and God, that says that killing kids to win a bet is fucked, actually, and I don’t care if it’s God’s will, I’m not doing it. But Aziraphale just hears him denying that he’s a good person, which Aziraphale doesn’t believe.

I also think that Aziraphale has…not really internalized that the Fall was a trauma for Crowley. The fact that he genuinely thinks Crowley will be happy about the offer to go back to Heaven shows that he has not put the pieces together at all. If he had, he would immediately understand why Crowley would never go back to Heaven and why the mere suggestion of it would be painful. But that’s far too distressing for Aziraphale to think about, because of the questions it raises about his own worldview.

Aziraphale has always been really good at selectively not seeing the harm Heaven does, and the harm Heaven has done to Crowley is the absolute last thing he would want to look at. Thinking God made a mistake; Crowley shouldn’t have fallen because he is Good, Actually must already be pretty terrifying for him. Taking it the extra step to God hurt the person I love most in the world, and what does that say about God? is not something he can contemplate at all. Because that opens the door to thoughts like Maybe God is not good. Maybe God is cruel sometimes. and What should my relationship be to a God who would hurt the person I love? And that would shake the very foundations of Aziraphale’s identity. And the fact that he won’t think about it means he ends up unintentionally poking that wound of Crowley’s a lot, and finally it was one time too many.

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re-dracula

The number of people in my notes that didn't know The Last Voyage of the Demeter was out is slightly alarming. Guess I'll do the marketing teams job for them hey everyone did you know The Last Voyage of the Demeter is out in the US? Wait I also need to do my marketing team job hey everyone did you know you can also listen to Re: Dracula and hear the story as a podcast too? Okay we're good now.

It’s also out in Canada!

Visual auras are so weird like thanks i guess for letting me know I’m gonna get a migraine, but how am i supposed to pass the time for the next 20ish mins now that i can’t see properly??

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6000yrs

this is a coffee theory hateblog btw. let characters make bad choices and allow them to learn and grow. let aziraphale stumble and become stronger for it. cowards

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jtl-fics

Fluent Freshman - Part 34

Sometimes when you have bad anxiety it’s hard to judge how scary something actually is.

FF breaks into a cold sweat practicing his order in line at fast food places. FF shakes with nerves at the prospect of asking about where a certain building was on campus from a stranger. FF’s stomach twisted into knots when he thought Andrew was leading him to his death in the basement of Eden’s. It’s hard when everything in life feels like the scariest and most impossible thing you’ll ever have to deal with.

Still, FF had felt like he had been getting braver. Had felt like he might be getting just a bit better in regard to confronting his fears.

He’d been getting better.

The Captions Are Fixed!

GOOD NEWS! Sarah-Kate Fenelon has worked very hard (thank you Sarah-Kate) and the Amazon engines have rolled, and if you watch Good Omens S2 with the closed captions on you should be in for a pleasant surprise.

If you've seen it before with closed captions, I'd watch it again.

(I just watched 10 minutes from episode 5, and every line was on the money.)

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tazaryoot

I don’t think Crowley not introducing himself in the pre-fall scene is an indication of him actually being Raphael or any other biblically canon angel. I feel like putting a name to his former angel identity is irrelevant because at heart that’s not his true self and then people will start calling him by Not His Name.

It’s essentially his dead name. Same with ‘Crawley’. Why is knowing he changed his name to Crowley relevant unlike his pre-fall name? Because we then know he made the choice himself to be referred to as such. Crowley is what he wants to be called. It wasn’t given to him by god, or given to him by Satan, it’s what he chose. So I don’t care to know what he doesn’t identify with.

We must be really devastated cause we got “Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy” in the first episode, but no one has mentioned it. The one Queen song we all wanted more than anything. It was even when Crowley was on his way to meet up with Aziraphale. And yet. We are so devastated from ep 6 that that isn’t even a victory any more. I’ll just be crying into my winged mug of hot cocoa over this. Mumble singing about dining at the Ritz. Thanks.

Listening to today’s Penumbra episode and at about the 22 minute mark Arum gives a speech that feels very Jewish (in terms of Jewish history and experience) and idk how I feel about the lizard person saying it. He’s right, but it feels weird