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YES EXACTLY someone give me useless gay bastard andrew minyard

I'm a firm believer in the fact that Andrew, despite outward appearances, is the furthest thing from calm at all times. Especially when it comes to Neil. Pining Andrew's brain is a mess, he's yelling at himself for being so cryptic, when he tells Neil he would blow him his brain is going haywire. Because why would he say THAT. Of all things. He texts Renee that night, opening with "I'm a fucking idiot." She is used to this.

so i forgot aaron grew up in california until he was thirteen so it stands to reason that him and andrew sound vaguely similar but i still imagine aaron to have that little southern twang about him because tilda is still from south carolina? they still grew up im completely different environments and i really dont see them sounding the same

something that really bugs me about aftg is when the twinyards switch places. but. they grew up on opposite ends of the country. they have different accents!!! andrew grew up in CALIFORNIA and aaron grew up in SOUTH CAROLINA.

like are they just really good at accents? does andrew put a little southern twang into his voice? does aaron put in hours trying to figure out andrews accent just to indulge andrews whims??? like thats so cute? why did they ever try to convince us they dont care about each other

I keep thinking about the Foxes taking a camping trip and learning that they can never take Neil Josten into the woods. He will 100% regress into a survivalist and Andrew is no help because watching Neil make his own tools to chop down a tree is not something Andrew Minyard is going to stop. Not when he can watch.

“You still don’t know how to sort your wash properly but you’ve domesticated a turkey.” - Allison Probably.

can we talk about how exy courts have no fucking nets. there are just squares painted on the fucking plexiglass. but the squares aren't just squares- no no my friend... THE SQUARES LIGHT UP? why are the goals just light up sketchers??? is there even walls on an exy court like in ice hockey? or is it just clear all the way down? i HATE THIS STUPID BASTARD SPORT. nora please come back from the dead ten years later just to explain the full logistics of the exy court. pls and thx

why did you have to. call it an aquarium.

Never would've thought I'd be so emotionally invested in a bunch of problematicaly coded characters playing violent lacross in an aquarium.

Andrew saying this and proceeding to get walked like a dog for the next two books is deeply funny to me

the actual funniest shit. an ideal world where aaron wasn't homophobic

What if Andrew bans everyone from calling Neil his boyfriend & Aaron just goes overboard to spite him calling Neil his "loverboy", "groupie", "squeeze", "side piece", "exclusive boy toy" etc

One day Aaron introduces Neil as "Andrew's love muffin" and the ban is officially off. 😆

you don’t realise just how much Andrew touches Neil in aftg until you reread it, brushing your fingers across the small of your emotional-support-Nothing’s back light enough to give him goose bumps isn’t necessary no matter what Andrew seems to think

realising he did cocaine on page multiple times was... an experience

Richard's unhinged energy is the most entertaining part for me beside the murders. Like the guy is an inspiration for chaotic people. He lies about his family life, pretends his rich father has business in oil (who irl has a petrol pump), lies to his part time employer to get money, goes on a 90s teen movie shopping spree, takes any free item from Judy, lies about going to a prep school, lives on a diet of wine and more wine, takes any pill anyone gives him, joins a cultish greek gang, lets Bunny die an aesthetically pleasing death and not to forget.....does cocaine in the parking lot of Burger King.

I love that Good Omens has these two doofus being completely put upon yet completely smitten about one another, like they’re both VERY. AWARE. of the other’s many faults and at the same time completely blind to them

like in Aziraphale’s eyes, Crowley’s the smoothest motherfucker that has lived on this planet, just look at him being smugly superior in that bathtub of holy water, just, “i am crowley, i am just slick“ Crowley has never looked smoother than when he’s not himself

and to Crowley Aziraphale’s simply this super brave, cool-as-a-cucumber, doesn’t-flinch-at-the-threat-of-violence, looks-adversity-in-the-face-and-doesn’t-back-down, willing-to-stand-up-alone-against-the-Host utter BADASS

and I can’t help but picture Aziraphale happily chatting with Anathema and just, he can’t help it, it’s just second nature to him, to speak so highly of Crowley’s intelligence and cunning, and Anathema just looks at the gangly red-haired dude being harassed by and screaming obscenities at a smol Dog in her yard and go wtf this motherfucker???

and Crowley while he’d be plenty more discreet about it would let it slip during a conversation that Aziraphale’s made of stern stuff, unflappable I tell you, the guy gave away his sword and then fucking lied to God about it, can you believe it??? meanwhile Aziraphale’s flailing and failing at the most basic magic tricks before Adam’s very (compassionate) eyes and Anathema feels like she needs a drink

and i live for this “beauty competence is in the eye of the beholder” thing