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i hate that i’m not over the gomens finale yet. i want to be a much stronger person. i want to be like oh well it’s just a tv show and canon doesn’t mean anything and i am. i do. mostly. like 70% of the time. or so. idk. and then there’s a wave of grief just crashing over me again
Right there with you. It’s not “just a TV show,” is the way I think about it. It’s all the real-life things this story connects with, all of the real-life hopes and fears and sorrows, all of the pieces of ourselves.
I do love the book, but from the time I saw the show, I saw that These Characters As Portrayed were everything and must be allowed to be happy.
No matter how much projecting we are doing, the idea that these traumatised, lovely, clever, anxious beings that distanced themselves from their people because they couldn't go along with them, and who are exactly the kind that our society has less and less tolerance for-- that they could succeed and heal together happily? It was everything. I don't know if it hurt more that they-as-themselves failed, or how they did, or how they were first contorted into uncanny imitations of themselves first to rip apart the parts of our souls who love them so dearly by not being who we think know they are and taint not only their present (recent?) selves but also themselves through the entire canon? There's a post somewhere on Tumblr that through loving characters we identify with, we learn to love ourselves. What happens now?
i don’t know where we go now. but i found this comment very comforting. let’s go there and hold hands
"Rejecting something and refusing it to have power over you sounds like a very Pratchett thing to do."
One thing I love so much about this fandom is how many wonderful, like-minded, creative people there are here. I took a lot of solace after season 2 in the fact that SO many other people seemed to agree that these characters felt like dear friends. There was even a creator on YouTube, Sendarya, who made excellent videos analyzing the themes in the show.
I was so happy when she made a video about the finale, because she was just as devastated as I was, but she is much more articulate than I am. This video talks about what a betrayal the finale was, and she emphasizes that GRIEF IS INVOLUNTARY. Those of us who are distraught and grieve Aziraphale and Crowley can't help it, and those feelings ARE VALID.
It's an excellent video, and I recommend all her Good Omens videos for a fun journey through the show.
Stay strong, my lovelies. This may not be Aziraphale and Crowley's world, but it's ours, and it's still beautiful.
https://youtu.be/1om79NAalWA?si=cAsHCs3A5hU1Nb4V
Hardy and Miller are on the case! across different police divisions 🚓
Little character study and also play time with a brush that feels like drawing with crayons and it's honestly amazing
it’s obvious that some of yall are either rich, neurotypical or white. otherwise you’d understand how important this fandom is for some people and how difficult it is to leave it behind. for me, good omens is one of the main reasons i wake up in the morning. (i can hear you say ‘get a life’ and i do have a job/school/family that i take care of.) i’m deeply hyperfixated and i suffer from maladaptive daydreaming. aziraphale and crowley make me feel like there is a possibility to be openly and freely trans somewhere in a fantastical world outside of turkey.
please don’t force yourself to leave the fandom if it’s going to bring you a huge grief. remember there is no ethical consumption under capitalism and this is not to say that “let’s go and consume all the wrong things” but to say that if something is keeping you alive and sane, you don’t have to let go of it.
i already have moral OCD but i’m not going to let you make me feel guilty about consuming good omens media. i need it to breathe, and i am already deprived of my basic human needs/rights here. of course it is totally valid to leave because of obvious reasons, but it’s also valid to stay, i think.
I'm also going to add non-LGBTQ+ to that list at the beginning. As someone who is genderqueer and aroace, seeing Crowley calmly and confidently changing gender presentation, hearing "I'm not, actually. Either." and "Beelzebub? Not happy? But they're always such a little ray of sunshine!", seeing how much Crowley and Aziraphale love each other, but how their feelings don't necessarily have to be interpreted as romantic or sexual, is so important. Seeing how accepting this fandom is, all the fanart and fanfiction that has been created showing different aspects of the characters, has been a breath of fresh air for me. Obviously it isn't perfect - nothing is - and of course there are some people in the fandom with bad values (eg fatphobia, ableism, particularly anti-autistic and anti-neurodivergent ableism, victim-blaming etc), but most of the fandom has taken Good Omens and continued to shape it in so many different ways to form some amazing ideas.
So yeah, they found a way to waste time ✨️ AGAIN ✨️
(Izzy's not mad about it at all)
(but he also blushed a little when he opened his gift)
(don't tell him I told you)
Scroll through the pics to see what gifts our idiots exchanged, and head over to my kofi 👇🏻 if you'd like to download your own copy of this mini zine and support this Ducko!✨️ 🦆✨️
Calypso's Birthday Winter Edition - An OFMD gifts exchange mini zine by Ducko A small collection of all the gifts the crew exchanged during
drew this in honour of s3 date announcement
I finally watched Our Flag Means Death
And I loved it
May rewatch it after I binge another show ive been meaning to watch
Some small Izzy Hands doodles before bed 🏴☠️ ⚔️
Izzy Poem (from the Izzy into me with Con O'Neill event ❤)
I'm often asked about true love. Never really answered. And it's not because I'm running scared, it's because I'm just a bastard. You see, the thing with me and love, it's never what it seems. For some, it's flowers, hearts and stuff and for others more obscene. See, I like it dirty, nasty, crude. I like feeling used and shattered, and sometimes when the moon is full I like my bollocks battered. But sometimes I feel more inclined to hold a hand or to a seafront walk, a gentle kiss in crimson violet hue. I think one day my life will show that love was not for fools. It takes some guts to hold a heart while cleaning jizz and drool. It takes more guts to give your soul to another without care And to let them lead you down a path that you'd never thought you'd dare. Stride and let your soul soar free, entwine it with another. Strike out and let your loins explode, just make sure he's not your brother. For sex is sex, and love is love. And sometimes both combine. And when they do, fuck me, it's cool. Ask Steak Knife. No, I lie. And then to me till now, my loves, my story is untold. I play my cards close to my chest because I'm very old. But if I was to say three things a map could soon be drawn. My story starts the 18th year after the day I'm born. A kind young man who turned my head and made me weak at knee. A gentle soul who stole my heart and in turn set me free. A ring I had, my mother's stone. To him one day I gave but as I offered on that day, my love went to his grave. And so to sea I went to be a man of rage and hate; and finding there a kindred spirit I became his best, first mate. With Ed the love was different, our hearts were not entwined. I loved him more than he loved me, but trust me, that was fine. See, I couldn't love so hard again, I didn't have it in me. But watching Ed fall deep in love with Stede nearly killed me. Stede was different. a fop, a cad, a rat. I couldn't understand it: the man's a total twat. But, love they did, and this I know, for now I watch them daily. From the hill below the house they share, I watch them act out. Gayly. They laugh, they row, they spit and spat, they love, they cry, they simper. And often in the still of night I hear that posh twat whimper. But I could leave. That much is true. The choice to stay is mine. For I want to watch this tale unfold. To see their hearts entwine. Once sure, I'll leave and find the boy who left me long ago. The boy whose heart would leave its mark of pain that wouldn't go. And I will hold him by the ass. Breathe in his cock and hole and know that I have found my place forever in his soul. Another third thing that I speak, within this long sad verse, my journey has been difficult for many to observe. But please know this, for this I know, from my bellend to my balls. It is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all.
I feel like fucking sobbing I didn't know this existed until now
HEY.
HEY YALL.
USAMERICAN DEMOCRATS SUCCESSFULLY REMOVED EVERY ANTITRANS RIDER FROM EVERY FUNDING BILL
Spread the fucking word because LORD knows democrats fucking suck at spreading it themselves and will fail once again to inform their base
But just in case you’re sitting there going “the Dems aren’t doing anything,” THEY ARE
IT IS JUST SLOW
AND MOSTLY INVISIBLE
BUT THEY ARE
thank you ao3 for being an archive and not an algorithm. thank you for letting me like things without consequences, thank you for being free with no ads, thank you for having lawyers to defend our freedom of speech. thank you tag wranglers. thank you to all authors and thank you ao3
love keeping me safe, all day, everyday
The fact that izzy apparently just hangs out in stede's room doing his own thing is so funny because what's he gonna do when stede&ed start fucking?? they're gonna have to lock him out of the bedroom like the family dog that's yowling at the door
Izzay,,, I think…
“they are so me coded” and its just an absolute loser
