devin, 30+, aroace, any pronoun is fine, really. my blog is a chaotic mess of different fandoms, and it's not likely to change anytime soon. also I'm very shy, but friendly, I promise.
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(WEIRD) GOOD OMENS PLAYLIST:A challenge for whoever wants to join. I want to make a playlist of music that fits with the narrative, and I welcome your suggestions - but!
The only rule is: You can’t have seen anyone else claim that song for the fandom. So, no Queen, Hozier or Velvet Underground. We have to dig deeper here, fellers.
Will publish the playlist if it gets at least 20 suggestions - otherwise it’s kinda… short?
A song to get you going, maybe - read the lyrics! This one inspired my🔞1991🔞 minisode fic (where they make themselves young and go to a ✨chemical✨ warehouse thing and get really, really close)
If, by any chance, your suggestions inspired any of your fan work, do post a link, I want to see it. Maybe I’m creating a whole thing about this playlist - a lexicon of art and music and text (trying not to jinx it, it’s really hard when I get excited).
I’M NOT DONE, KEEP SENDING STUFF! This is fun! Here is the PLAYLIST so far - I realized I couldn’t link you to my Spotify because uh I don’t want that. It has my name and everything.
So here it is, sorted by almighty AI for your listening pleasure - may we all find something new to listen to!
ALTERNATIVE/INDIE
Arctic Monkeys - Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High?
Arctic Monkeys - I Wanna be Yours
Gang of Youths - Achilles Come Down
Franz Ferdinand - The Fallen
Manic Street Preachers - Show Me the Wonder
Manic Street Preachers - Doors Closing Slowly
Saintseneca - Beast in the Garden
Bell X1 - I’ll See Your Heart and I’ll Raise You Mine
That time in ancient Greece when Aziraphale needed a speedy horse and accidentally invented the pegasus VS. Whatever Crowley had going on in medieval times
Sometimes, when I read a fic where they get together, I like to think of it as something Crowley has imagined. Some bit of his creative mind manifesting a daydream, a sort of alternate universe–a hundred, a thousand alternate universes–where he and Aziraphale are together, and in love, and happy.
He imagines them constantly, staring out the windscreen of the Bentley, curled up on his side in the backseat, feeling a tear drip down sideways off his nose as he thinks, a hundred, a thousand other universes, but not this one.
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