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[writemeialive]

The silliest thing I find about this whole "they only got 30 years together in the end with no memories of their shared history so what was the point" is that EVERYONE THINKS THEY ONLY MET EACH OTHER IN THIS ONE SINGULAR LIFETIME REALITY instead of my immediate thought that as its architects, Aziraphale and Crowley were wound so deep into the fabric of the new universe that there is a version of them finding each other and falling in love every single generation for billions and billions of years??????

A Roman version and a French Revolution version and a WWII version and ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND---

For goodness sake the song that plays over this version of them finding and falling in love is "Time After Time"! THE IMPLICATION IS THAT THEY WILL ALWAYS FIND EACH OTHER!!!!!! ***ALWAYS*** IN EVERY LIFETIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[child-of-ineffable-divorce]

Thats up to interpretation. We’re shown no textual evidence of that, and using the song and end credits as proof doesn’t account to much, because the credits have always been an ‘artistic liberty’ type thing, and the song is just that, a song. Not a promise that what you’re hearing is exactly what’s happening, it’s just a general theme.

If we’re taking implications as canonical evidence, the implication of no angels and demons means that there’s no magic, no reincarnation, no ‘other lifetimes’ (see how my interperetation of the implications is different? This is because there’s no explicit factual data to base off of, so there’s no way to confirm any one interpretation is right or wrong)

And if they DID become these ever-present entities finding each other throughout time and space, why not show us that? Why show us the lamest excuses for revamped characters with one definitive ending (human, limited lifetime together), instead of what is said to be implied (present across the fabric of reality.)

I’d be able to accept the ‘always finding each other’ interpretation if there were literally ANY clues in the actual story, but there aren’t. Even the snow globe can’t be used as proof because it’s an easter egg at best

[angelsandfelines]

[camilleflyingrotten]

[jesterofsnakes]

Bee literally says "this is where you were keeping all your memories... All your... You" in season 2 ep 6

And then in the friggin finale they have the audacity to tell us that Asa & Anthony are 'the ReaIncArnaTionS of Azi and Crowley'

I know it's been said before, but genuinely it's Jobs children, it's the flood, it's basically everything season 2 at the very least was saying was messed up and wrong. I can't with this show

[iforgiveyouprime]

An appreciation post for Adam, his pure heart and his free will.

He's so lovely😭❤

[very-normal-abt-this]

Just wanted to remind everyone here that this is NOT the face of someone who has just intentionally rejected the love of his life. <3

[nolitimere54]

Aziraphale was a masterpiece of a complex character.

The writers of season three made him as complex as a gas station receipt.

[ingravinoveritas]

Last weekend, I attended my 25th high school reunion, held at a restaurant in my hometown.

I heard from my classmates about teachers of ours who have passed, I learned that I am not the only one who remembers the "Garbage Song" from our Earth Day assembly in sixth grade, and in a moment rife with mixed emotions (which I also mentioned in a previous post), I saw my former best friend for the first time in twelve years.

But what moved me more than anything else was talking to one of my classmates about her autistic daughter.

At the start of our conversation, she was describing some of her daughter's sensory challenges, and I asked, "Is she on the spectrum?"

To which the answer was a nonchalant, "Yes."

It was both the immediacy and the openness of that response that nearly brought me to my knees. It was the understanding with which my classmate spoke, as if autism was simply a recognized, accepted part of who her daughter is--without apology, without explanation.

And as she talked about the supports her daughter uses to manage those sensory needs, I could feel a pain in my chest. A sadness, a grief, the relief of magenta-soaked gauze for 10, 11, 12-year-old and all the teens me. A girl who went to bed every night of high school hoping to wake up as someone else, or not at all. Who remembers one of her recently deceased teachers staring down at her halfway through failing eleventh grade Chem class and coldly muttering, "Leave and don't come back."

And I almost did.

Whatever it was that held on, whatever gave my autistic hands fine motor coordination enough to cling to those tenuous threads of life, sustained me. Let me live long enough to sit in that teal-cushioned alcove on a Saturday night and hear this woman say the word "autism" with shape and definition. With meaning. With purpose.

I wanted to tell my classmate that our whole conversation felt like the embrace that my neurodivergent teenage self always wanted, long arms around my shoulders, the unmistakable creak of bones under the weight of being seen. I wanted to tell her what a gift it is that she is now doing this for her own child, and that she is the best mother that her daughter could possibly have.

As I've processed our conversation over the last week, I have wanted to cry for the young girl I was. For the sorrow of the past, the clarity of the present, and the promise of the future. Tears change meaning as the hands on a clock, ticking, ticking, ticking away from one place and steadily ahead to another. Slouching not toward Bethlehem or Shangri-La but instead an imperfectly perfect world where every autistic person can be accepted, loved, heard, and seen.

Where one day it won't feel strange to wear ill-fitting yet undeniably cute red heels and sit and drink and laugh with familiar strangers 25 years after graduating in the same class.

A high school reunion is so many things. Seeing the newest versions of once recognizable faces, retracing memories shared and unshared alike. And having a conversation with my classmate on a topic so well-worn and yet entirely new at the same time that didn't just reunite the two of us.

It reunited me with a still-healing part of myself.

[ingravinoveritas]

Michael talking about David on Lorraine this morning. Notable bits transcribed below:

L: "And clearly you adore each other. Really. And working together for not the last time totally, but the last time on Good Omens. Is that it, after this, do you think?" MS: "Well for that story, yeah. But you know, we do have a wonderful time doing stuff together and I'm sure it won't be long before we do something." L: "You've got to do something with him, because you know what you saw when you two are together is that trust between each other. You know, you can go anywhere with him!" MS: "[...]I mean, we look quite different now. Obviously he's still very svelte and gorgeous. Whereas I am as nature intended me. We would be up for the same sort of roles, so we never really--our paths didn't cross. So now it's so wonderful because we actually get to do stuff together. And he makes me laugh so much, and he's just such a brilliant actor, it's just lovely to be looking at him, gazing into those eyes. Those Scottish eyes."

[iforgiveyouprime]

I’m genuinely curious how fans of the movie react when they’re told that the finale didn’t just kill Aziracrow. It killed, actually, not only them, it killed 8 billion people on Earth, every plant, every animal. I’m sincerely curious what arguments they start making that don’t sound like fascist rhetoric.

[iforgiveyouprime]

"But they chose humanity, they saved the Earth!" No. No, they did not choose humanity, and they did NOT save the Earth. They surrendered. They allowed the Great Plan to unfold, taking BILLIONS of lives with it. Children, adults, animals, plants, insects, absolutely everything perished. Everything they fought for perished. They assumed they knew what humanity needed without asking humanity. They did basically what Adam refused to do, demonstrating his free will and his resistance to being what the Great Plan told him to be. He didn't give up on this world. And they did.

"This show is about humanity, not about aziracrow only!" SO WHY DID THEY MAKE IT ABOUT AZIRACROW ONLY. Even in s2, which was focused on aziracrow a lot, humans played a role! They helped to protect the bookshop! And in s3... I cant remember even one single human character, who played a role. Not a single one. So no, it's not about humanity or humanism. They didnt try to understand what good omens is about.

S3 is about money and a very stupid fan service. That's all.

[iforgiveyouprime]

One thing I noticed on my latest rewatch about Aziraphale during the end credits.

At first, his expression reminds me of the look on his face after Crowley pulled away, when Aziraphale was trying to hold back his tears.

Then his eyes suddenly widen, as if he's just seen something horrifying. I think it reads as fear, since his eyebrows are lowered and his lips are pressed tightly together.

(Similar expression here)

He's breathing heavily

Then, at around the 23–24 second mark, he starts trying to suppress a smile. You can see it for the rest of the sequence.

He looks at the Metatron a few seconds before giving that same mysterious smile. The one which true meaning we'll probably never know.

My point is, he didn't suddenly start smiling. He was suppressing that smile for about half of the time he's on screen in the elevator.

[iforgiveyouprime]

@masnadies true actually.

By the way, I'd also like to add something: I think that during the first part of this clip, he's trying to suppress his panic, pain, and fear. Then, just before the 23-second mark, when he starts trying to hold back a smile, it seems like some kind of idea, realization, or plan suddenly comes to him.

(All screenshots are arranged in chronological order.)

(The moment where he's starting trying to supress the smile)

Then he slightly narrows his eyes, as if he is trying to process or think through whatever has just occurred to him.

After that, it seems like he decides that whatever idea has just come to him might actually work.

And then...

He gives himself a nod before that smile.

He absolutely had a plan. HE HAD A FUCKING PLAN.

[iforgiveyouprime]

I just read a fanfic with the book versions of Aziraphale and Crowley where Adam watched the Good Omens finale and immediately decided to use his Antichrist powers to rewrite it from scratch. (Meanwhile, book Crowley,after living happily with book Aziraphale in their cottage for seven years, felt Adam using his powers, panicked that the Second Armageddon had somehow started after all, and the two of them rushed straight to Tadfield.)

I genuinely can't. The movie is apparently so bad that the ANTICHRIST himself tried to rewrite it. 🤣🤣

(As a side note, Crowley watched it too out of sheer curiosity to see what could possibly be bad enough for the Antichrist to intervene. Then Aziraphale watched it as well. Both of them were completely horrified. They ended up having a small, quiet, deeply personal conversation about it, and it all concluded with them standing beneath the apple tree outside their cottage in the rain, sharing a black umbrella, thinking that this world, humanity, and hope are worth fighting for.)

The link (it's in Russian and on ficbook):

"Нет места, подобного Нашему" https://ficbook.net/readfic/019ebbac-631e-7dcf-bb61-366b6874a982

[iforgiveyouprime]

One of my wonderful commenters @poorlyoriginalthief found this fanfic in English on AO3! :3

[iforgiveyouprime]

You know, I genuinely love almost all of Season 2 (with the exception of the pre-Fall flashback), especially the historical flashbacks.

But if that ending was always meant to be the price... I would have been perfectly happy with just Season 1.

As much as I love season 2, the price of its existence turned out to be far too high. Not only did we get a terrible ending, but the fandom ended up permanently divided because of it.

[dalliancekay]

I am erasing F15 from my canon just like S3. It makes no bloody sense. There was no reason for Metatron to want Aziraphale for the job, and it made even less sense for Crowley to not give a shit that Aziraphale was panicking as he was being torn from Earth. And Aziraphale spending years on his own trying to save everyone while Crowley drunk and gambled and sulked in alley? Fuck off.

[ingravinoveritas]

So completely here for Martin Whitly x Bobby Bailey (the name of David's character in Time). Specifically, Martin psychologically manipulating handsome prison guard Bobby into topping him and then happily exercising to Beyoncé in triumph afterward...

[ingravinoveritas]

I do not and will not ever understand the insistence that some fans have on continuing to perpetuate the idea that David is "bad at technology" or "doesn't understand the Internet" and infantilizing him because of it. He is a 55-year-old grown man, he has an Apple Watch, and he is also the one who set up the tech--without a camera crew--that he and Georgia used for filming Staged. And lest we forget, this is the same man who invented a personal assistant early on in his career just so he wouldn't have to have certain social interactions.

So I'm not sure why it's easier to believe that David is goofy and incompetent and incapable than to think that maybe--just maybe--a narrative was purposely created so no one would ask him for his social media handles...

[enthusiasteditor]

Somewhere, in one of the many universes, Professor Crowley has just won a ridiculously prestigious prize for proving something incomprehensible about the stars. Professor Fell only came because a colleague guilt-tripped him into attending the ceremony. They haven't seen each other since university. They definitely didn't spend three years being inseparable, almost kissing twice, and then stubbornly choosing different lives. Crowley spots him before he reaches the stage. Aziraphale forgets he's meant to be clapping. The audience can't quite work out why the winner and the presenter are about to hug like they've forgotten there are hundreds of people watching. They are, in fact, about to make several very poor decisions in an expensive hotel before midnight. And they look like this.

[ingravinoveritas]

And the next morning, Professor Fell finds a postcard tucked into his trouser pocket and leaves it on his desk where he can always see it...