guardian-of-soho: out-there-tmblr:curiousvoid:demonic-mnemonic:michaellsheen: and then you tur
guardian-of-soho: out-there-tmblr: curiousvoid: demonic-mnemonic: michaellsheen: and then you turn up. late for armageddon, no flaming sword, not even a body you pathetic excuse for an angel. well, i suppose i am, really. Ok but this moment though. Like this is when he starts REALLY going off book. This moment was just so intense. I really did think he was about to Fall For Real. You can just see on his face that he is realizing that the rules separating what demons and angels can and can’t do are determined by their respective head offices instead of some ineffable cosmic rules. It’s arbitrary. He can’t possess someone because aren’t supposed to, not because he doesn’t have the ability. I like this moment. It’s hard to see Aziraphale’s intelligence – he’s not as flashy as Crowley and it’s easy to overlook – but I love this moment of Aziraphale realising that demons and angels are the same basic stock, that if he can perform temptations and Crowley can perform miracles as part of the Arrangement, there’s more overlap in their abilities than Heaven or Hell wants to admit. The only thing stopping him is other angels trying to enforce rules. He’s brilliant. But he was being held back by his fear of thinking for himself—terrified of any little innovation, any tiny step taken in the absence of orders. He’s a soldier, trained to trust and obey, and it’s essential that this scene takes place right under the eye of his commanding officer. He’s not just choosing to act on his own for the first time—every other time Crowley’s convinced him he was more or less in line with heaven still, and it did take convincing. He’s making a decision for himself here directly against orders. This is flagrant. This is mutiny. The minute he was convinced heaven was wrong, all his courage was available to him to do whatever he had to. And he stopped dithering. He became sure. It’s gorgeous. -- source link