changan/长安!!

good omens sideblog | main is @changanomaly

[changantichrist]

hi! I'm changan (they/fae/he/she/moon/spark) and I like good omens and this is my good omens blog hooray! I draw things as well which you'll see soon but I'll mostly use this blog to ramble about my thoughts about this show! I like ineffable bureaucracy a normal amount.

main blog's @changanomaly ! it's mostly just total drama stuff (like that cartoon total drama) and I might be more active there probably maybe

[changantichrist]

I made Crowley and Aziraphale in Legoland

(I took Aziraphale btw. I thought "cute story parallel".)

[lemonjuiceday]

Now we're up at Bauer Farm

" And you say that you moved on

When it all comes undone

Can you make it home?

Where are you now?

Lost with our old house

Off with someone else "

🌟 Skullcrusher- farm

[color-palettes]

I Don’t Want To Say Goodnight Just Yet - Submitted by @Synoicus

#CEAEA6 #CA736E #AC465A #6D2337 #341827 #221621

[shitpostingkats]

An Asexual's love letter to Good Omens 2

There's an infamous quote by Neil Gaiman going around, regarding the general vibe of season 2, and many people (I believe humorously) yelling that it could not be further from the truth. Particularly in the last episode, where that happens.

I disagree.

The final episode of season 2 was deeply, deeply comforting to me. 

I am asexual. Have been my whole life. Even before I had the words to describe what that was, child-me had this feeling in their gut of being an outlier, that everyone was exaggerating, or in on some joke, that I wasn’t privy to. Because I was bombarded on all sides by shows and movies and books, telling the same story of love, again, and again, and AGAIN. It’s drilled into our brains with the same fervor as the days of the week, or the quadratic formula. Meet-cute -> misunderstanding ->declaration of feelings ->kiss. More or less steps can be added to account for runtime or complexity of narrative, but that’s the basic structure that a relationship follows. It MUST be, because that’s the formula every character who's ever been in a story goes through, often times when it even feels like an add-on, like it’s only there because this is a story, there HAS to be a romance. And it has to follow the steps.

For a long time, I felt love wasn’t for me, because if there’s only one way to be in love, I sure as hell wasn’t feeling it. 

Instead, the relationship I ended up in looked a lot like what Beezlebub and Gabriel go through. Meeting someone routinely until it starts to feel comfortable. Getting to know them and slowly growing more attached. Eating chips and listening to music.

We like to joke whenever someone asks us how long we’ve been together, because the answer is we just sort of slowly fell into it, and we honestly don’t know when the line got blurred between ‘friends’ and ‘partners’. And, at least for me, a good deal of that confusion, that hesitancy to label, came from the fact that what I was feeling, what we were, couldn’t be love. It couldn’t be romantic. 

We were just quiet and gentle.

And that wasn’t love.

Because it was slow, because it wasn’t physical, because there was no structure aside from consistency and companionship. Because it didn’t follow the Rules.

Then I found myself in stories, and it felt like a revelation.

Beelzebub and Gabriel aren’t the first time I’ve seen a love like I feel represented in a narrative, but it never stops feeling special. And I don’t know if I’ll ever stop celebrating it.

Throughout the sequence in the pub, I kept expecting them to “confirm” Gabriel and Beelzebub. A dramatic line, a kiss, a whatever. That’s what I’ve been taught to expect, after all, that’s the only way a relationship is “real”. Of course, this doesn't mean Crowley and Aziraphale sharing a dramatic kiss is wrong, or that I can’t see why it resonated with so many people, but for me. Those moments in the pub are worth so much more.The last scene might have been literally showstopping, but those handful of moments between the duke of hell and an archangel were the beating heart of the season for me. A simple love story in four scenes. No kisses. No ‘I love you’s. Not even any definition of what. The love Gabriel and Beelzebub have is strong enough for them to both want to shatter their worlds and flee their lives and it's just. 

It's just that. 

Two people in a pub, playing the other's favorite song, giving a little gift, buying a packet of crisps. 

That sequence means far more to me than any kiss ever could.

Love isn’t only real when it's hot and sudden and ephemeral, it can also be

Quiet.

And gentle.

And still romantic.

Still real.

[cobragardens]

What does it say about Heaven and about Hell, about the brokenness and emptiness of those places, that twice sitting next to each other in a pub and listening to a song is a connection so intense that Gabriel and Beelzebub are ready to leave the places they rule, places they have power, to keep experiencing that connection

[dahlia-molinas]

the demons in hell must be having a riot there's all these rumors about crowley and aziraphale dating and allegedly theres a picture of them together and then 90 years later you hear that a demon and angel ran off to alpha centauri and you're like oh must be crowley and aziraphale they've been a thing for ages but NO its your boss beelzebub (ex boss now, apparently) and heaven's supreme archangel fucking gabriel. like how do you go back to work after hearing this

[changantichrist]

"it almost looked like heaven's light"

[hwljpg]

there’s a starman waiting in the sky ⭐️

[camilleflyingrotten]

Back on the bench

And again, and again…

[eraserhappy]

I made a thing! It’s been over a month since GO2 came out and I can assure you none of the feels have dissipated. This show does more than haunt; it possesses. I don’t paint fan art, I don’t paint people, and I don’t paint happy clouds. For them, however, I have done it all. Why? Love. (Sorry Neil, I had to. The possession, remember?) I gave this a bit of a Fall Out Boy title (as most of my painting titles are a bit meandering). “Before he sauntered vaguely downward, Angel, he cast his last stars for you. All while grasping towards his favourite.” I chose these blues and yellows because S2 is chalk FULL of blue and yellow in set and costume design. Not just in the main characters and spaces; it’s all over the extras and cars driving through the scenes. I love them, I love their love, and I am forever beholden to @neil-gaiman and his creations.

[changantichrist]

I like to think that with Aziraphale being the way he is and adoring human magic, and the fact that Crowley was a huge part of creating the universes and the galaxies and what not, and bc Aziraphale loves Crowley, that when at some point Aziraphale encounters these stick on glow in the dark stars, he ends up gifting them to Crowley the next time they meet.

Crowley takes them, and probably doesn't comment on it but thanks Aziraphale, and the same day when he comes home to his flat he starts sticking them up on the ceiling and the walls. And he feels oddly nostalgic. Melancholic, even. Maybe he starts choking up but he's trying to hide it- even when he knows he's just on his own. And honestly I wouldn't blame him

[fledglingdoodles]

God bless the costuming department... (More sketchbook silliness)