Augh, and the thing is that I really thought and hoped that I am ‘over’ GO3 finally, that I finally said my piece on all the ways it Utterly Failed and now I can just retreat into Book Omens as my Happy Place and wash the taste of that ‘Finale’ out of my brain, but the specter of it’s stupidity still haunts me. Reading the actual Book again is like 80% delight and then like 20% I suddenly remember how much of this delight was just Lost in the Finale and then I’m PISSED again.
Crowley and Aziraphale loving the humans they are actually living amongst, appreciating Humanity for the specific inventions and modern conveniences and foods and art that we have created over the centuries and that we love too, the text making it clear that humanity’s influence shaped them into the Beings they are now, that we taught them of Free Will and moral gray areas that allowed their bond to form, that despite their powers they still have relatable human problems and sometimes they are amazed by our kindness or morbidly fascinated by our depravity or amused by our sheer brazenness and sometimes they find us annoying and silly and sometimes they find us delightful…
That will always feel to me like such a better picture of ‘loving Humanity’ then watching this hollow martyr simulacra of Crowley talking about ‘People’ in such an abstract and distant way. Having this apparent pouring saintly selfless love and care for the Concept of Humanity that’s totally unconnected to the traits and achievements of the Humanity he has come to know over the years, because he’s willing to sacrifice everything for future ‘People’ that as far as he knows, will be nothing like the Humans he knew over the last 6000 years (and the fact that they are pretty much the same is its own can of worms), and just generally coming off as pitying and condescending. Not even having some sort of empathetic insight from the years he spent Miracle-less on Earth.
And Aziraphale and Crowley loving living on Earth so much that they were willing to betray their sides like that is such a beautiful way to make us the readers appreciate the experiences of being alive on Earth ourselves. Book!Crowley doesn’t even argue that life after Heaven’s victory will be ‘better’ by some sort of abstract scale, he just knows that it won’t be worth it for Aziraphale if it means giving up on good music and fine wine. When Crowley first starts thinking about how much he does not actually want Armageddon to happen, despite the rather luxurious lifestyle he leads, the first Earthly Pleasure he knows he’d miss is just… the experience of having a nice sleep after a heavy meal. Crowley faced Hell’s Wrath for the sake of having a nice sleep after a heavy meal. Because it is those kind of experiences that make life worth living.
I am actually tearing up just thinking about it now, it’s the perfect balance of silly but also poignant appreciation of being alive. For the kind of experiences we should linger on and enjoy and aspire to have as often as we can, even if we can't do it as often (or quite as long) as the Demon Crowley can. It is so so much better than GO3 trying to suddenly swerve into telling us that Crowley and Aziraphale’s life were an Existential Nightmare by some badly-conveyed metafictional philosophical standpoint, and we should be happy with our lives because it’s Objectively Freer and Better and More Real from that same abstract metafictional philosophical perspective.
I think we have to remember that the reasons it went so wrong are objective -- a story that was complete in itself being milked for more money, and placed in the hands of someone who seems to have lost any sense of playfulness or optimism he ever had; who's been kind of a dick to fans (and now, we learn, is said to have treated women horribly, offering comfort and delivering cruelty), who seems to revel in dashing hopes and rubbing people's faces in the bleakness of existence something something.
Good Omens had a message, which was all about choice and free will (we have always had them), and the value of earthly life with all its imperfections. It had distinctive characters who both embodied these ideas and were also lovable, fully rounded individuals, most of all a demon and an angel who'd "gone native" after millennia among us. They weren't explicitly presented as lovers, but they were definitely a pair, in some sense, by the book's end. Crowley was crusty and snarky with a cream centre, and Aziraphale was acquisitive and waspish but at bottom caring and thoughtful (heaiing not only Anathema but her bike, giving Mary Hodges a lovely dream, recognizing the value of Adam's "human incarnate" nature).
What happened was that, due to the stunning quality of the original screen production, its just-right romantic subtext, and the performances by Tennant and Sheen, there was clamor from fans who wanted more. Amazon saw dollar signs -- and so did the surviving author, who on his own is notorious for bleak narratives, bitter endings and desecration of beloved things.
Look up a Gaiman short story titled "The Problem of Susan." Susan, the older Pevensie sister in C. S. Lewis' Narnia books, "outgrows" the palpably Christian fantasy world of Narnia and only cares about "lipstick and stockings and invitations." Some people see this as disparagement of sexually mature women; I resonate more to my own experiences of watching the friends who shared my childhood imaginative world "grow up" into dreary preoccupations with popularity and primping. Neil G. presents yet a different reason why Susan turned her back on Narnia: in old age, she recalls her last trip there, which ends with Aslan the Christ-lion performing a sexual act with the White Witch, his supposed adversary, in the middle of a corpse-littered battlefield, both of them mocking Susan the while. The message being that? All religion is a two-man con designed to make people fight each other, and idealists are fools, I guess...? Whatever your views on faith, the story came across to me as Gaiman defiling a beloved work of fiction, a comfort world to millions regardless of religion, just for the fun of the shock value. I took a shower after reading it.
This is the guy who, by dint of survival, got control over what happened to the narrative and the characters of Good Omens. With no one around to hold his leash (somewhere in an interview Sir Terry joked about insisting Neil remove a few character deaths) he, and his author buds, were free to misuse the material any old way they wanted. The Crowley who gave up on everything and the Aziraphale who was a callous jerk were about as authentic as, say, a version of Captain America who supports Trump and persecutes immigrants Cuz 'Murica. It was childish and reprehensible, a disservice to everyone who loved the book for decades, the creatives who turned Gaiman's original, relatively faithful adaptation into a masterpiece, and especially to Messrs. Tennant and Sheen, who palpably loved their characters and were forced to utter lines that were completely dissonant from the characters they'd developed and the message of the book.
I hope I haven't hijacked your post too badly, OP. I just see so many people asking "how Aziraphale could have acted that way" or "how could Crowley give up" and I feel as if the short answer is that they didn't. They wouldn't. It was an expensive piece of vandalism, and as hard as it is to erase from our minds, we shouid.
Augh, and the thing is that I really thought and hoped that I am ‘over’ GO3 finally, that I finally said my piece on all the ways it Utterly Failed and now I can just retreat into Book Omens as my Happy Place and wash the taste of that ‘Finale’ out of my brain, but the specter of it’s stupidity still haunts me. Reading the actual Book again is like 80% delight and then like 20% I suddenly remember how much of this delight was just Lost in the Finale and then I’m PISSED again.
Crowley and Aziraphale loving the humans they are actually living amongst, appreciating Humanity for the specific inventions and modern conveniences and foods and art that we have created over the centuries and that we love too, the text making it clear that humanity’s influence shaped them into the Beings they are now, that we taught them of Free Will and moral gray areas that allowed their bond to form, that despite their powers they still have relatable human problems and sometimes they are amazed by our kindness or morbidly fascinated by our depravity or amused by our sheer brazenness and sometimes they find us annoying and silly and sometimes they find us delightful…
That will always feel to me like such a better picture of ‘loving Humanity’ then watching this hollow martyr simulacra of Crowley talking about ‘People’ in such an abstract and distant way. Having this apparent pouring saintly selfless love and care for the Concept of Humanity that’s totally unconnected to the traits and achievements of the Humanity he has come to know over the years, because he’s willing to sacrifice everything for future ‘People’ that as far as he knows, will be nothing like the Humans he knew over the last 6000 years (and the fact that they are pretty much the same is its own can of worms), and just generally coming off as pitying and condescending. Not even having some sort of empathetic insight from the years he spent Miracle-less on Earth.
And Aziraphale and Crowley loving living on Earth so much that they were willing to betray their sides like that is such a beautiful way to make us the readers appreciate the experiences of being alive on Earth ourselves. Book!Crowley doesn’t even argue that life after Heaven’s victory will be ‘better’ by some sort of abstract scale, he just knows that it won’t be worth it for Aziraphale if it means giving up on good music and fine wine. When Crowley first starts thinking about how much he does not actually want Armageddon to happen, despite the rather luxurious lifestyle he leads, the first Earthly Pleasure he knows he’d miss is just… the experience of having a nice sleep after a heavy meal. Crowley faced Hell’s Wrath for the sake of having a nice sleep after a heavy meal. Because it is those kind of experiences that make life worth living.
I am actually tearing up just thinking about it now, it’s the perfect balance of silly but also poignant appreciation of being alive. For the kind of experiences we should linger on and enjoy and aspire to have as often as we can, even if we can't do it as often (or quite as long) as the Demon Crowley can. It is so so much better than GO3 trying to suddenly swerve into telling us that Crowley and Aziraphale’s life were an Existential Nightmare by some badly-conveyed metafictional philosophical standpoint, and we should be happy with our lives because it’s Objectively Freer and Better and More Real from that same abstract metafictional philosophical perspective.
I think we have to remember that the reasons it went so wrong are objective -- a story that was complete in itself being milked for more money, and placed in the hands of someone who seems to have lost any sense of playfulness or optimism he ever had; who's been kind of a dick to fans (and now, we learn, is said to have treated women horribly, offering comfort and delivering cruelty), who seems to revel in dashing hopes and rubbing people's faces in the bleakness of existence something something.
Good Omens had a message, which was all about choice and free will (we have always had them), and the value of earthly life with all its imperfections. It had distinctive characters who both embodied these ideas and were also lovable, fully rounded individuals, most of all a demon and an angel who'd "gone native" after millennia among us. They weren't explicitly presented as lovers, but they were definitely a pair, in some sense, by the book's end. Crowley was crusty and snarky with a cream centre, and Aziraphale was acquisitive and waspish but at bottom caring and thoughtful (heaiing not only Anathema but her bike, giving Mary Hodges a lovely dream, recognizing the value of Adam's "human incarnate" nature).
What happened was that, due to the stunning quality of the original screen production, its just-right romantic subtext, and the performances by Tennant and Sheen, there was clamor from fans who wanted more. Amazon saw dollar signs -- and so did the surviving author, who on his own is notorious for bleak narratives, bitter endings and desecration of beloved things.
Look up a Gaiman short story titled "The Problem of Susan." Susan, the older Pevensie sister in C. S. Lewis' Narnia books, "outgrows" the palpably Christian fantasy world of Narnia and only cares about "lipstick and stockings and invitations." Some people see this as disparagement of sexually mature women; I resonate more to my own experiences of watching the friends who shared my childhood imaginative world "grow up" into dreary preoccupations with popularity and primping. Neil G. presents yet a different reason why Susan turned her back on Narnia: in old age, she recalls her last trip there, which ends with Aslan the Christ-lion performing a sexual act with the White Witch, his supposed adversary, in the middle of a corpse-littered battlefield, both of them mocking Susan the while. The message being that? All religion is a two-man con designed to make people fight each other, and idealists are fools, I guess...? Whatever your views on faith, the story came across to me as Gaiman defiling a beloved work of fiction, a comfort world to millions regardless of religion, just for the fun of the shock value. I took a shower after reading it.
This is the guy who, by dint of survival, got control over what happened to the narrative and the characters of Good Omens. With no one around to hold his leash (somewhere in an interview Sir Terry joked about insisting Neil remove a few character deaths) he, and his author buds, were free to misuse the material any old way they wanted. The Crowley who gave up on everything and the Aziraphale who was a callous jerk were about as authentic as, say, a version of Captain America who supports Trump and persecutes immigrants Cuz 'Murica. It was childish and reprehensible, a disservice to everyone who loved the book for decades, the creatives who turned Gaiman's original, relatively faithful adaptation into a masterpiece, and especially to Messrs. Tennant and Sheen, who palpably loved their characters and were forced to utter lines that were completely dissonant from the characters they'd developed and the message of the book.
I hope I haven't hijacked your post too badly, OP. I just see so many people asking "how Aziraphale could have acted that way" or "how could Crowley give up" and I feel as if the short answer is that they didn't. They wouldn't. It was an expensive piece of vandalism, and as hard as it is to erase from our minds, we shouid.
Welp, it's been about a month, and I finally have the energy to try to convey my thoughts on the Good Omens finale. Yeah, I know, old news at this point, but what's the point of Tumblr other than talking to myself about my feelings?
Anyways, this is coming from someone who isn't a massive, longterm GO fan. I did not wait years for this finale. I am not heavily bound to these characters (though I have developed my usual maternal feelings towards Crowley pretty quickly, so there's that). I didn't go through the emotional upheaval surrounding the news that the writer is a vile sexual predator. Essentially: I don't go here. I'm not an appreciable part of this fandom.
So I feel like it means something kind of negative when the finale had even me - all but an outsider - kind of grimacing at her screen.
Again: I don't have an extensive history with this series. I watched S1 years ago, liked it fine, and promptly forgot about it. Fast forward a few years later, and it's February 2026. I get the sudden urge to rewatch the David Tennant era of Doctor Who from my college days, but I am also cognizant of the fact that I am an emotionally delicate little cupcake and don't really want to sob on my couch for multiple hours. So! For some silly reason, I decide that watching Good Omens will provide me with some Tennant enjoyment without the emotional commitment.
...this was a mistake, obviously. Y'all can see that coming, but I did not at the time. So I went ahead and fired up S1, enjoyed it again, and followed it with S2. S2 was... well. That last bit, eh? What do y'all call it... the Final Fifteen? Is that right? Yeah. Yeah, that was upsetting.
But! Fear not, sad little me, for S3 is just around the corner! I managed to get into this right before the conclusion, escaping years of doubt and longing and potential disappointment.
Aaaaaand then I watched it.
I watched it like... a week or two after it came out. After watching the general reception and just kind of steeling myself for it. I'd become attached to Crowley. I enjoyed Aziraphale as well, and their relationship had grown on me significantly in just a few months. I'd read bits and pieces of the original book, and I enjoyed them there, too. So I was trying to prep myself for the emotional disappointment, y'know?
But when I finally watched it, I was less disappointed and more just... weirded out? I think that's the best way of putting it? Like, the whole thing felt so disjointed, so strange, so thematically removed from the S1 and book that I enjoyed, that my normally canon-focused brain just kind of rejected it. I wasn't sad simply because the whole thing just didn't feel like an actual, in-character, thematic conclusion to the story.
The whole conflict surrounding free will: S1 and the book made it pretty clear that free will existed? I think? Like, that was part of the comedy: Heaven and Hell go through all of these motions to influence things, but at the end of the day, humans are just like "meh, we'll do what we want, thanks." Like, that was funny! Crowley doing dumb, annoying things to try to foment evil while simultaneously sabotaging himself and also never coming up with the level of evil humans came up with was funny! Angels kind of being bureaucratic assholes was funny!
It was funny, and it was wholesome. An angel and a demon forging a longterm bond simply because they felt more understood by one another than by their "sides" was wholesome. The Antichrist telling Satan to fuck off so he could go live a normal kid life with his newly-liberated hellhound was wholesome.
And now, as of S3, those things didn't matter? None of it happened? What? Why? What in the world was the point of *gestures* All Of That? Why even bother?
The whole concept of fighting for your current world, of striving to survive and repair things the best you can, of valuing the people and creatures around you for what they are... all of it is just gone. Everyone is gone. None of it ever happened? What. Why would you write it that way. Why would you essentially destroy the entire everything of the actual, canonical book that had established themes and a satisfying conclusion? Why would you rewrite it as "nah, this whole mess is too far gone, so we have to let it die and also destroy ourselves in the process; give the audience a bunch of body doubles living happily afterwards in a world that means nothing to them"?
And S2! Like, S2 on its own seemed less organized and realized than S1, but I figured that that was because it was to be paired with S3 in completing its arcs and developing its themes. Instead, literally everything that happens in S2 is just... pointless?
Like, what the hell was the point of Gabriel and Beelzebub? Why in the world did we spend six episodes chasing Gabriel's memories around and learning of his relationship with the Duke of Hell only for it to not matter in the slightest?
Then there was the Job flashback: a whole plot making it very clear that killing everyone and replacing them with new versions was not the same. Both Azi and Crowley knew this. It was emphasized heavily. And then S3 comes along and we just... ???
God was changed from a creature I actually kind of liked in S1 (passive, kind of eldritch and unknowable, not actually malicious) to the sort of asshole I interpret (and hate) the actual Christian god being. Callous and vaguely entertained by the trials and sufferings of what were essentially her own children whom she was supposed to love. Her detached amusement over Crowley and Aziraphale's entire relationship was actually infuriating to me. Her children were in such distress, and the way she treated them was repulsive to me. The idea that Azi spent his whole life trying to live up to the expectations of this narcissistic twit was... ugh.
The fact that no human characters even knew anything was going on, let alone were able to have agency in their world's fate felt so, so contrary to the vibes of the original work. And that's coming from someone who generally doesn't care for human characters: I was bothered by their omission because it upset the themes the story had so championed.
Gosh, what else... I feel like this is all so disjointed, but I have issues with basically all of it...
Jesus was pointless. Could have been removed from the plot, and nothing would have changed.
My sweet baby Muriel never had a chance to leave their sheltered existence.
Nina and Maggie are just gone? Anathema and Newt and The Them are gone? None of these people, who witnessed and were involved in supernatural affairs, had any sort of involvement with an attempted second apocalypse? Really?
The relationship between Azi and Crowley was just so sad in the end? Like they realized that there was no point in fighting for their own lives and their own relationship and just... gave up. After spending the whole S3 plot angry and upset and afraid and so unhappy with one another. None of it resolved before they both decide to die.
But CF, you may say, what did you expect to happen?
Jeez, I don't know. I'm not a writer. I'm not even a legit GO fan. I don't even go here. But from the way S1 was written, and the was S2 happened, I had some vague ideas of what would make sense.
I thought that Jesus would be a sort of parallel to Adam. In S1, Hell tried to initiate the End Times by sending their child to Earth. Said child took his free will and said "fuck off." Now in S3, it would have made sense to me if Jesus played a similar role: Heaven's child sent to end the world, only to take charge of his own destiny and tell his mother to fuck off. Would have been poetic for the two of them to come together somehow, y'know? Hell's child and Heaven's child coming together to say no and to save their world. A parallel to one of Hell's demons and Heaven's angels doing the same thing.
I thought that Gabriel and Beelzebub would have some bearing on things. Their love and their own, personal choice to leave and pursue their own freedom would act as proof that Crowley and Aziraphale aren't just weird outliers; all angels and demons have the capacity for free will. All have the capacity for love. All can decide to reject The Establishment and pursue their own happiness.
Oh, and the 25 Lazarii miracle! Dang, I thought it would mean something, that an angel and demon working together could achieve such a feat. I thought... I dunno... if the writers wanted to turn God antagonistic, perhaps it would involve some sort of reveal that the sides of Heaven and Hell were purposely being kept apart so that the angels and demons didn't realize the sort of power they had if they worked together. Power that could defeat their creator.
It may just be years of JRPGs and the enjoyment of His Dark Materials in my youth, but I was expecting them to kill God. Or something similar. Christ and Antichrist, aware humans, angels and demons coming together to wrest control of their freedom and their lives from the capricious asshole who created them. All of the people - mortal and immortal - who were oppressed and controlled and contained by this deity and their supposed plan waking up and realizing that they have the ability to free themselves from it.
I guess that's what I ultimately wanted: for all of these people to just be able to live their own lives. Peacefully. Without the fear of their masters hanging over their heads. The humans. Animals. The angels and the demons. Michael and Muriel and Beelzebub and the Erics. And especially Aziraphale and Crowley. Gosh but I wanted Azi and Crowley to just be able to live as themselves, share their lives with one another, without constantly worrying and fearing that they'd be found out and destroyed. I wanted them to have their cottage and their garden and their peace after millenia of doubt and fear. I wanted Azi to be able to enjoy food without guilt. I wanted Crowley to be able to do something kind without getting all defensive about it. I wanted peace for them, the poor dears.
And that's just after thinking about these characters for a few months. I can't even imagine the pain visited upon people who are Bound to this story and these characters. I am so, so sad for people who waited years and had their hearts broken.
There's more I could say. More plot details that are weird, character details that don't work for me. A lot more, but I think I've reached the limit of my coherence for now. Maybe I'll post more later, if I can organize my thoughts again.
*sigh* The only saving grace for me personally is that it all feels so contrary to the established themes. Even to the general vibe of the characters and story... so much so that I can actually reject it in my brain's understanding of canon. Which is normally incredibly difficult for me to do. I'm normally such a canon purist, but this... this feels so off. To the point that the rejection of it doesn't even feel like coping to me; it just feels like a logical conclusion.
I’m sorry my lovelies but the reason you hate yourself is because you treat you like shit. If you came up to me and then told me I was a fuck up who could never do anything right I'd fucking hate you too.
if you didn't let me go to bed until after midnight because you'd rather watch Netflix than let me rest, and then got mad at me for not being productive the next day I'd be PISSED
Love is a verb! Self love isn’t a warm fuzzy feeling, it is compassion and action in support of yourself!
And yes, this includes having compassion for the bully in your head. Unfortunately that part is also you and deserves as much of your understanding as the rest of you.
This is the real reason why you need to be kind to the bully in your brain too, because that motherfucker is really good at doing a switcheroo when you're not paying attention.
[id: tags that read: trying so hard to correct this. catching myself and scolding myself for not being kind to myself. what kinda circular logic is happening in my brain. there is a fourth tag that cuts off after "anyway. this is-." /id]
hot take maybe but i'm not a fan of the logic behind "i'm only hard on myself."
it doesn't apply to anyone else, but you need to be high achieving, conventionally attractive, and have social capital to be "good"???
where did that equivalency and value system come from? did you actually interrogate the ways in which you internalized the values of capitalism & the patriarchy, or did you just decide that it was unkind to act on it?
your thoughts don't define you but your actions do (more complicated but good enough in this context). the way you treat yourself COUNTS!!!
I’ve been more than two decades (20+years) reading Terry Pratchett. I’ve read the whole Discworld series several times. But not only that, I’ve read other series and solo books (Good Omens among them). If there is something that Terry Pratchett's books leave behind when you finish them is a feeling of fairness and hope. There’s always a satisfying ending. Even when tragedy happens sometimes (Spoiler: when Granny Weatherwax died I cried my eyes out for two days) there’s always a motive for it and it leaves hope behind (after Granny’s death, Tiffany Aching will lead the witches to a new future). There is always fairness in the end. The weak ones always get justice, even if they don't always get everything they want. The powerful don’t get away with their evil plans, but get thwarted. Don’t get me wrong, his books are not all happiness and flowers. He writes about hard topics (misogyny, trans rights, discrimination, racism, death, corruption…), his characters are in many cases troubled (Sam Vimes, Death). But there is always hope in the end. Things get better and, at the very least, there is fairness. And that fairness is a big part of the satisfying sensation you get after reading his books. Another thing to be said about his books is that they are always charged with big doses of morality hidden frequently behind a thin veil of misanthropy (humans will be humans).
I’ve also been reading Neil Gaiman’s books for more than 20 years (btw, fuck Neil Gaiman to alpha centauri and back). The sensation they leave behind in most cases is not a pleasant one, but of unease. There’s injustice, frustration or heartbreak in many of his books. They are much darker and unfair. And the morality in them is more nuanced.
That unfairness is the reason why I know the ending we got in go3 had nothing to do with Terry Pratchett. Nothing short of Terry Pratchett himself coming back from the dead, walking back the black sands of the Dark Desert to tell me personally that this was his desired ending, would convince me of the contrary. Suposedly gos2 and go3 were made to finish the story as Terry Pratchett had wanted, they were doing it for him and for the fans, but they couldn't have made anything less in common with Terry Pratchett.
This was no tribute to Terry Pratchett. This didn’t honour his legacy. To have his story, 75% of it written by Terry Pratchett, butchered and emptied of meaning, fairness and sense in this way is outrageous. Because not only it doesn’t make any sense, it negates everything the book and s1 teach us. The fate the characters, that Terry Pratchett created and loved, suffered was worse than anything we could have imagined (consensual murder-suicide is still murder-suicide). Not to talk about the fact that the universe created by Pratchett has not only been destroyed, no, it has been erased and it has never existed. They tried to erase Terry’s work.
I recon I’ve been played for a sucker. I wholeheartedly believed it was going to be okay. It never crossed my mind, even for a second, that Aziraphale and Crowley were not having their happy ending. Back in 2005 the authors said that Aziraphale and Crowley were in the South Downs. They had been talking about their whereabouts and had come to that realisation. When asked what were they doing in the South Downs NG answered simply that they were sharing a cottage. And some of you may argue that is exactly what happened in go3, but no. Two very nice, I'm sure, and physically similar men got to spend their retirement married sharing a cottage in the South Downs. And I’m very happy for that sweet couple, and that scene is so beautiful and warm and nice I want to cry remembering it. But those weren't Aziraphale and Crowley. Period. Aziraphale and Crowley were evaporated along with their whole universe and they have never existed. Their 6000+ years of love and pining and hiding and fighting for humanity just disappeared into nothing. And that, my friends, is not fair. As it’s not fair the fact that the abusers, Gabriel and Beelzebub*, got to live their happy ending and their love for a few years at least, while Aziraphale and Crowley never could (they had been 6000 years dancing around each other while Gabriel and Beelzebub just what? About 4 years). And it isn’t fair that god herself, the ultimate responsible for the abuse they had to endure, is the one cornering them to decide to agree to a murder-suicide and execute it too. While it’s not fair that the meaning of s1 was completely turned around and humanity, the world and the universe were suddenly not worth saving, too broken to fix.
And you know what else is not fair? To spend years (20 years more or less) saying that this story has a happy ending, a very specific happy ending, and then not only not delivering it but killing the main characters in the most OOC decission ever seen and destroying the whole universe. To have a comedy, turn it into a rom-com, and then a drama without any warning.
Terry must be turning in his grave. What a horrible “tribute” to his work.
*As cute as we want to make that couple be, we can't forget that both Gabriel and Beelzebub abused Aziraphale and Crowley their whole existence and were the ones judging them and sentencing them to death in s1. Have we forgotten the "Shut your stupid mouth and die already”?
Enjoy the finale that's fine, and feel free to block me after reading this post but I'm begging you please here me out-
for the love of somebody you have to look at the messaging it's giving you a little bit deeper, analyze it a little more for your own safety because at this point I'm concerned for the queer folks who are so defensive of it.
because it is scary and irresponsible to tell an audience especially an audience that has a not insubstantial amount of younger queer fans that no actually, death is the only way to escape the oppressive systems that victimize you, submit to destruction in a beautiful act of love and sacrifice and you'll be rewarded by that system of power and be able to be with the love of your life in the next life.
call me paranoid all you like, but I'd rather put this out there now then have to read about something tragic happening because of this, or at least it will be small comfort that at least I tried.
You have to stay, please stay with us, this life that you have right here right now might be painful and unfair but it can be so so beautiful and joyous and we shouldn't have to fight for it but we do and we will for as long as we have to.
Our queer ancestors have fought for longer than you can even imagine for you to be here with us, and there are elders and peers who are still fighting for you right now.
You deserve to live and be at peace in this life, and you can I know its possible, don't give in because it all seems so pointless, it all seems so broken, it all seems so much bigger than you could ever handle because you're not alone, its not you (or the two of you) against it all, the queer community spans the whole fucking world and all of human history and we still need you.
Because one of us is all of us, and one of us being lost is too fucking many and I'm sick to the back teeth of it.
Please stay, please give this broken world a chance, please give your broken heart a chance, its worth it.
