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Let's talk - Part 4 (End)
Continuation of this
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(You are at the end)
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One take I see popping up, among people who thought that Good Omens Season 3 had a righteous ending, is along the lines of "everything had to be annihilated and made over because God's game was rigged, they were never going to save the world as it existed, so their sacrifice was necessary to create a just and fair world in which humanity could have free will."
The logical flaws aside -- why assume the God we're shown in s3 would keep her bargain? How was humanity any freer to choose than in the 6000 year old Good Omens universe, given that choices still have consequences in our world, whether or not a capricious God imposes them? -- I could go on -- none of this Byronic defiance of/bargaining with God fits the narrative we fell in love with.
One of the conspicuous things about Good Omens, the book, and the screenplay thereof, is the absence of God in the proceedings. Her presence as an omniscient narrator obfuscates this, but God's voice-overs actually stand in for a neutral narrator voice in the book (mostly Terry's, from the tone of those passages). After the Flood, when Aziraphale states the Almighty is a bit "tetchy," God doesn't take any direct action. In fact, it's a critical element of the plot that Aziraphale is certain God will listen to reason if only he can speak to Her, but his attempt to reach Her is blocked by the Metatron; we get no assurance that God is even paying attention at this point. Heaven and Hell, certainly, are gung-ho for their cosmic footie match, winner take all. And Heaven seems to have lost its grip on any concept of what "good" actually stands for. That is one of the things the book was satirizing -- the definition of goodness as blind compliance with received authority, with rigid, arbitrary rules and black/white concepts of virtue. Aziraphale and Crowley, the observers who've been embedded with Humans for centuries, have learned that existence is more complex.
Aziraphale brings that home with his rules-lawyering at the airfield. Yes, the War is the Great Plan, but is it the Ineffable plan? The one that is apparently only known to God? Neither Heaven's nor Hell's representative can answer. The whole operation comes to a screeching halt, Gabriel (or the Metatron) and Beelzebub retreat, Adam stands firm when his father appears to thunder at him. Armageddon aborted, it would seem -- and still God, in the words of Porphyria's Lover, has not said a word.
Is God even bothered at this point? Has S/He buggered off somewhere to be Ineffable, leaving everything to representatives who may have drifted further and further off course? Does the Metatron even talk to Her as billed, or has he usurped God's authority, Wormtongue-style? (That would fit with putative manipulations of the Book Of Life.) Is God still set on that six thousand year drop-dead date? Or does She even remember where She put her toys? I think it would be a very Pratchetty thing to find -- perhaps after another Aziraphalean throat-clearing, or perhaps Crowley taking point this time -- that God got distracted, or learned from Her creation, and was receptive to skipping the whole seas turning to blood, last judgment business.
Something like that would harmonize so, so much more with the book that's been loved for thirty-five years and the screenplay made from it. And there would still be Free Will, a sneaker kicking a pebble, a couple in a cottage in the Downs (with full memories of what made them a couple), and humans thrashing it all out, as we've always done.
I would have preferred that God stay entirely absent in S3. The best we should get is Jesus for the Second Coming, and does Jesus even know Her Ineffable Plan? Maybe, maybe not. Maybe he does but won't say. I really feel like the point of the book/S1 is that you can't live your life according to someone else's Plan, however well-intentioned. That's why Anathema burned the second book. Because we can't know what God's Plan is, even angels and demons don't know, so we all have to just make the best choices we can and do what we think is right. Try to fix the problems in front of us with whatever means are at our disposal.
Adam's intentions to make the world a better place with cleaner energy and saving the whales are good, but it is still wrong for him to use his supernatural power to make those changes, and ultimately he gives up that power. "An' anyway, if you stopped telling people it'll all get sorted out after they're dead, maybe they'd try sorting out out while they're alive" is Adam's line in the book. And, "It doesn't matter what is written. Not when it comes to people. It can always be crossed out." We do the best we can with the information we have. It doesn't matter what God's Plan is, it doesn't matter what the Prophecies say. We have to make our own decisions. God should have remained absent and unknowable.
The main argument for GO3 being beautiful and good and meaningful and happy seems to be that Aziraphale and Crowley chose humanity.
But that’s bullshit.
Crowley says he wants “people to have a chance.” He says he wants “free will to be a real thing.” But when they asked god for a new universe, all they asked was for one without god, without plans, without them. They didn’t ask for anything to do with humanity. God’s the one who said “I'll even let an Earth happen. Eventually, there'll be humans and life, in all of its mundane glory.”
They didn’t ask for shit besides space dust and death and some abstraction they knew they’d never see.
Call it bad writing but that’s the kind of bad that’s inexcusable. Especially when you take into account that the “real universe” with “free will” turned out to be exactly the same as the one they’d been living in. Never even mind the part where Crowley and Aziraphale seem to have faith that god will honor their request. What a load of horseshit.
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Thinking about how joy is resistance. That happy endings are not boring, less-than, or overly simple, but radical— especially queer happy endings. Queer joy is a radical act of resistance and rebellion and love. We deserve queer happy endings. We need queer happy endings. We shouldn’t have to fight for queer happy endings, but they’re worth fighting for; we are worth fighting for. We deserve stories where we find love and happiness and acceptance and community and hope regardless of the broken world we live in. We’ve always been here, we will continue to be here, and it is not impossible to find joy in this life. We are not broken beyond repair and we are not inherently doomed.
No one can convince me that the Crowley and Aziraphale we all know— the real ones, not the strangers of the finale— would ever choose our destruction (or their own, for the matter). They would understand on a personal, molecular level how vital it is to keep going and how important it is to be yourself in spite of the oppressive systems that do their damndest to shape us. They wouldn’t give up— not ever.
So fuck this finale, fuck the idea that it’s too late and fuck anyone who says otherwise, frankly.
there is no nursing shortage btw. just a shortage of nurses willing to work under the terrible, unsafe conditions created by capitalists 👍
how to solve the nursing shortage:
mandatory patient-to-nurse ratio laws modeled after the laws in California
pay nurses more
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perpetuating the myth of a "nursing shortage" only benefits the healthcare administrators fucking us over, giving them an excuse to claim that they can't help but short staff the hospitals because there just aren't nurses to fill those roles
nurses literally make up a full 1% of the US population. there is no nursing shortage
3. also unions
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you fucking know it babeyyyyyyy!!!!!!! #dinkers
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“Swimming up from the blood ocean into Rylan Grace’s arms, and then finally I’m safe, so safe”
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Thank-you to all of my new Internet stranger friends for being so gracious about having my post shoved onto your dashboards. I loved reading all of your kind tags and comments! Both Martin and Bosco have been gone for several years now but for 24 hours, they felt very present in my life. I greatly appreciate this gift. ❤️
Reblog to have your dashboard be visited by the spirit of joy that death can end but not erase.
Love that this is well beyond 7000 people now and still going
@leavescrown Exactly! It’s a beautiful gift. Martin and Bosco out there travelling around the Tumblr community, continually making new friends.
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#hello again martin and bosco!! sending you boys round for another go :)
Reading your tag made me laugh out loud. It’s like two old friends unexpectedly stopped by your porch for a quick visit. XD
I’ll always reblog Martin and Bosco when they splash across my dash, because of Reasons.
What’s loved, lives.
scenarios Alfred Pennyworth has to be a witness to as a resident of Wayne Manor that the batkids have absolutely no shame in front of whatsoever part 14 (masterpost here) *Tim and Damian walking into the kitchen with empty mugs, putting them in the sink while Alfred cooks.*
Tim, smug: he does,
Damian, beginning to wash up: *hisses* i'm not arguing with you, i just don't see why it matters.
Tim: are you kiddi- Dami, it's your first crush!
Damian: it's not though???
Tim: ok- well, it's the first time a guy's had a proper crush on you at least. do you seriously not like him back?
Damian: *scoff* 'proper', this is Jon Kent we're talking about. he gets a crush on anybody who ruffles his hair. you should have seen the first time Jason complimented his ability to fly, i thought i'd have to kick him out the manor to get away from the puppy adoration.
Tim: he's such a sweet kid though! i thought you guys were really close, anyway, do you really not reciprocate anything romantic?
Damian: of course not. i have no interest in human relationships.
Alfred, interrupting Tim with a warning glare: and that is perfectly fine, Damian. relationships do not define us.
Tim, rolling his eyes: well yeah, obviously, all that aroace acceptance shit; i just think it would be cute to have him as a younger brother in law.
Damian: *eyebrow raise* so get over yourself and ask out the clone?
Tim, abruptly going red: i-i don't know what-
Damian, exasperatedly throwing the dish towel at him: oh for fucks sake, Drake.
Tim: IT'S COMPLICATED.
Damian, giving a disgusted look: ugh. everything's complicated with you people. fucking romance.
Tim, whining: alright, alright, i'm just mourning the potential Damian-Jon wedding, that's all.
Damian, as he walks over to open the fridge: *casual* ...oh. well there's no need for that, i still plan on marrying him.
Alfred: *drops his spoon*
Tim: ....EH?
Damian, blinking cluelessly: well it would be beneficial? he is clearly affectionate of me, which is good for loyalty, and his meta abilities make him very useful in a lot of situations, which makes him a good potential right-hand. marriage is just a business contract, after all.
*complete baffled silence*
Damian: plus, a relationship that has no possibility for producing an heir will severely disappoint my grandfather, which Jason tells me should always be a priority.
Alfred, genuinely speechless: ...and this is a plan you've... thought about?
Damian: *shrug* not much? it just seems a no brainer.
Tim: ...does Jon not get a say in this?
Damian: well i assume he'll have to say i do at some point, so yes.
Alfred: and you think this is an arrangement Jon would be ok with?
Damian: i'm sure he's fine with it.
Tim: how the hell would you know that?!
Damian, looking at them as if they're stupid: ...because he's in the manor and has super hearing? i assume that if he was against the idea he would have spoken up by now.
Alfred:
Tim:
Damian:
Jon, faintly from the other side of the manor: I'M UP FOR IT!!! WE JUST HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL I'M AN ADULT, DAD SAYS SO.
Tim:
Alfred:
Damian: i told you it didn't have to be complicated.
no more historic events this decade that is ENOUGH, i’m putting my foot down
History is not done with us yet my friend
I have received all manner of threat, up to and beyond “I will play a flute carved from your femur,” and yet this is the first time I’ve felt truly threatened
i knew posting this in 2022 was risky but holy fucking shit
❤️🩹 Come up, darling, let us start to heal together ❤️🩹
What if Aziraphale hadn't left Crowley in that dirty alleyway? What if he had helped him up and held him close?
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