David Tennant & Michael Sheen | An Ineffable Goodbye
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David Tennant & Michael Sheen | An Ineffable Goodbye
Yessssss. Me too, God. Me too.
I HAVE NEVER, EVER BEEN HAPPIER 😭
An Ineffable Goodbye | Good Omens 3
My heart…….
Michael crying in the behind the scenes of Good Omens 3.
"We've gone through all kinds of experiences doing it, and just such a pleasure. And to go through it with David has been... it's just been wonderful".
This broke me all over again. These two….. my heart…..
thank u artists who make me forget the horrors for a while
The different and sometimes tiring types of reactions to the neil gaiman allegations
- ‘neil didn’t write good omens’ (he did and we simply have to learn to separate art from artist)
- ‘how dare you think about anything else but the victims’ (people can care about multiple things at once + these allegations have been known for months and months?? some of us have processed this)
- ‘how do david/michael/etc feel about this’ (it’s none of our business)
- ‘donate to victims of sa’ (sure if you can)
- ‘bdsm is fine WITH consent’ (it is)
- ‘everyone is innocent until proven guilty and i refuse to condemn him’ (go read the article / enjoy being blocked by me)
- ‘his writing was always Problematic’ (learn to separate art from real life victims of sexual abuse please)
- ‘his writing can still mean a lot to you without you being a bad person’ (yes. just try to avoid giving him money maybe)
- ‘it’s just terf propaganda’ (it really really isn’t. and fuck terfs)
- ‘reminder to prioritise your own mental health, step away from online spaces if you need to, and: you have no obligation to read the entire article if it’s too triggering’ (true. you’re still a good person i promise)
After lots of doomscrolling today, the first really reflected words I read. Thank you!
Absolutely every last word of this.
The only thing I’d add is that I have seen some posts where people are blaming themselves for not seeing it before.
I just want to say that nobody could possibly have known that the man who sang allyship and kindness and love on all of his public platforms was also capable of such awful things behind closed doors. The public image of Neil Gaiman was a heavily curated one, and even the dark themes of some of his work does not automatically implicate him, or any other author covering these themes, as a sexual predator.
I understand that it’s very world-altering to accept this, and I realise people want to grasp at the safety of saying “this is what we missed, we won’t miss it next time” - but just be kind to yourselves.
You couldn’t have known.
Conversation With A Demon
“You know, what you had with him meant so much… to so many people…”
His jaw tenses, but he doesn’t interrupt.
“It gave us hope. It inspired so much creativity and art… we’ve written you hundreds, thousands of stories, so many versions of you… whole universes built around you both and the love that you share.”
“Right.” He adjusts his dark glasses, and turns away, his red hair gleaming in the fire of the slowly setting sun. “Does he leave me, in your stories? Does it happen in every timeline?”
“No.” A beat. “Only in this one.”
Good Omens Ao3 wrapped is here! It's a bit of a long post but it goes quick:)
Drumroll please!!!
Curtain Call Video 1
Curtain Call Video 2
If part 3 of 1941 is not "A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square" coming on the radio and Crowley standing from the table where they have been drinking wine and coming around to Aziraphale's side and offering his hand to Aziraphale to dance, and Aziraphale looking a bit wonderstruck and a bit delighted and taking Crowley's hand, and they slow dance, holding each other so close, and they look into each other's eyes, and Crowley whispers, "Angel," and he's looking at Aziraphale's lips with all the wanting in the universe written upon his eyes, and Aziraphale with a face that says he's never wanted anything more than to swallow Crowley whole so he can Keep him, and they lean in, and at the very last second, Aziraphale stops them and they are standing there breathing heavily with their foreheads pressed together, and Aziraphale whispers, "I want to; oh God, I want to," and Crowley whines and tries again, but Aziraphale pulls back but doesn't leave Crowley's arms, and says, "We can't," and Crowley looks like he's been slapped, and Aziraphale looks so heartbroken and says, "They almost caught us tonight, and they would have destroyed you" and then continues so quietly, like it's a secret, "I don't know what I would do if I lost you," and Crowley tries to protest saying they can be sneaky, they won't get caught, they can have this, together, and Aziraphale looks so sad and says, "Oh Crowley," and Crowley knows Aziraphale is so close to agreeing and so close to pulling away, and he whispers, "Please," and for a second Aziraphale looks like he is going to give in, but he can't put Crowley in danger, so he makes his face colder, and he steps out of Crowley's arms, even though it nearly kills him to do so, and he says, "Besides, you know Angels don't dance," and Crowley remembers himself says, "No I don't suppose they do," and he straightens up and puts his glasses on and pretends nothing happened and says, "Of course you're right," and they nod at each other and Crowley moves to leave the bookshop, and Aziraphale feels like he's about to lose something so precious that he will not be able to ever get back, so he calls "Crowley," and Crowley turns to look at him, and Aziraphale says, "Perhaps someday...," but he can't say what he really means (some day we can have that, someday we can be together how we want, someday I will stop pulling away), so he visually changes his mind and finishes with, "we can dine at the Ritz," and he prays to a God that he, in this moment, hates so, so much for keeping him from the demon he loves more than anything, that Crowley understands his true meaning, and Crowley looks like maybe he does and like maybe he still has hope, and he nods and says, "Stay safe, Angel," and Aziraphale nods back, and then Crowley leaves, and Aziraphale is left looking absolutely devastated and heartbroken and angry, truly angry, for the first time in his long and lonely existence that he has to be loyal to Her rather than to him, and he takes a moment, takes a breath, and walks silently over to the radio and turns up the volume on the song and closes his eyes and gives himself that moment to remember what it felt like to be held, to be loved, to imagine what saying yes would bring, then honestly what is even the point of all of this?
An Angel
Go for a picnic... dine at the Ritz.
(I've never struggled so much before: multiple wings with crazy lighting effect? Yeah sure I can do that no problem. Smiling DT in light color outfit? Not even after seven attempts. What's wrong with me honestly)
OMG look at Crowley!!!
Not Michael writing "Do it again" on a screenshot of the kiss at London Comic Con today, oh my God...
Do it again
~ Michael Sheen
Had a bit of fun today...
Could not possibly love this more!!
Macbetheads assemble! Cinema release officially announced!
Everytime ao3 is down I'm reminded of two things:
One is that humans have and always will love telling stories, and they will continue to do so even if there is no benefit to telling these stories, but simply because we love creating things
The other is that a concerning amount of us use fanfiction as an extreme form of escapism that we can't function without and we should probably look into that