In light of the no.1 trending topic on this site, I'd like to inform youse that Kitty Kendall, one of the survivors who bravely spoke out against Neil Gaiman and accused him of rape in 2025, has said here and here that if you are looking to support her and other survivors, you can make a donation to OurVOICE (the counselling service Kendall herself used) or your local rape crisis centre. If you can't make a donation, you can help to ensure people do not forget what Kendall and other survivors have gone through and continue to go through as they pursue legal action, and that Gaiman has already spent a lot of money in the attempt to sue these women for speaking out.
In light of the no.1 trending topic on this site, I'd like to inform youse that Kitty Kendall, one of the survivors who bravely spoke out against Neil Gaiman and accused him of rape in 2025, has said here and here that if you are looking to support her and other survivors, you can make a donation to OurVOICE (the counselling service Kendall herself used) or your local rape crisis centre. If you can't make a donation, you can help to ensure people do not forget what Kendall and other survivors have gone through and continue to go through as they pursue legal action, and that Gaiman has already spent a lot of money in the attempt to sue these women for speaking out.
For a plain text version (no footnotes), see below the cut.
WHAT YOU NEED TO BE WARNED
(OR: INVENTORY AND APPRAISEMENT
OF NEIL GAIMAN, HEREAFTER "DECEDENT")
prepared by Elisa Chavez
I.
Do you know how much beauty
there is in the world
that you didn't create?
II.
The whole time, I wanted to put my hands
to the screen to stop you coming through.
In 2007 while you squirreled away another victim,
I met you in San Diego. Asked a question.
She and I were both 18 that year,
our hair and skin the same shade
and more in common with each other
than we'd ever have with you.
But of course, I didn't know that. Then.
III.
I have read your poems.
Yikes.
If you understand you have failed,
and if you pretend not to understand
you have also failed.
Eating is not sacrifice.
Even birds know how to mimic.
For years I wished I'd never
seen those poems of yours,
but I couldn't forget what they taught me:
your hollow. Your knowinglessness.
IV.
Some of us are starting to feel
like all these stories that gleamed stardust
were really bits of ground-up glass
you tricked us into swallowing.
This is complicated by knowing
that watching us swallow ground-up glass
would probably get you off.
When I cut myself on something in my house,
the blood is scarlet.
Once I stepped on a pin,
saw an inch of it vanish in the meat
of my big toe, and all I thought was,
That's got to come out.
V.
Other men got to me, of course,
which I think is my point:
Even at your worst,
you are replaceable.
VI.
In the forest,
just past the thorned-over castle
where the princess sleeps,
there is a woman.
Do not rape her.
Turn left,
where there is another woman.
Do not rape her either.
Do not trust the you that breaks
the wishbone of no between his fingers
and spells success with it.
Do not trust the little chorus
you raised up from radishes.
Sometimes the act of handing out instructions
demonstrates why they will not work.
VII.
Don't worry. Most of us will outlive you,
and then we'll get to tell the story.
I'm drafting your eulogy as we speak:
It's an anthology
of tricks women learned to survive you,
how they chewed through
your paper cages to hold each other,
how they are putting out new leaves.
VIII.
I get my mushrooms from the supermarket
or the farmer's stand.
I am not a myth about creation.
Just like you are a master
of holding the truth underwater
until it stops moving.
You ghost.
You could strip a thousand women
and you still wouldn't have
anything.
"I think it's time I said something about how I'm the victim here. I haven't spoken before because I'm guilty the Best Feminist. I take full responsibility for being too sexy and never having done a thing wrong and if I did do a thing wrong it's someone else's fault for not letting me get away with it. I'll imply, but not actually say, bitches be crazy, because I'm the Best Feminist. Believe women me. Now get back to fawning and give me your money."
the fact that the news about Neil Gaiman first broke out months ago and it is only now, after the horrific Vulture article are most people finding out about it proves that just speaking out never works out for women; they have to rip themselves out completely apart and relieve the most graphic details for the world to believe them
So I was pointed toward this video by someone on a discord and it's really fucking amazing and I wasn't expecting it to be and while the subject matter is horrifying the video itself is incredibly illuminating and worth your time, especially (if like me) you are currently (still) trying to navigate your emotional response to finding out someone whose work you enjoy and who you may even know personally or professionally has knowingly engaged in abusive behaviour and victimised vulnerable women within his orbit for decades.
how's life going, birthday boy? was this day as lonely as it was when you turned seven and no one showed up to your party? was it worse? do you have any remorse at all for all the lives you've ruined, the hearts you've mangled, the dreams you've desecrated? or is your only regret that your dark secrets spilled all over your gilded name like expired candy from a piñata made of all the layers of lies and papier-mâchéd charm and chivalrous acts performed only for your own benefit? is your cake as sickly sweet as all your bitter sins? how can you stomach it?
this time last year i wrote you a love letter. one you probably never saw as it drowned in the piles of all the others in your inbox. this time last year, your voice still brought me solace and warmth as the days grew colder. this time last year i celebrated your life.
A reminder of the allegations against Neil Gaiman, as shared by Hire Survivors Hollywood, a non-profit group who support survivors of sexual assault. These survivors aren’t just “the victims”: they have names and stories, and their voices deserve to be heard.
Scarlett, who worked as a nanny for Gaiman’s children, revealed that he sexually assaulted her in 2022 when she was 22 and he was 61, initiating an ongoing non-consensual sexual relationship.
K, who met Gaiman at a book signing in 2003 when she was 18 and he was in his mid-40s, describes a similar pattern of rape and sexual assault after they began a sexual relationship two years later.
Caroline Wallner, who worked on Gaiman’s property, revealed that he coerced her into sex by threatening her job and housing, and that he used explicit images and sexual demands to exert control over her.
Julia Hobsbawm was forced to fight off an assault by him in her London home in 1986.
Claire, who came forward anonymously in a podcast series, shared that Gaiman assaulted her during a book tour in the US in 2013. Gaiman took her to a room on his tour bus, got on top of her, kissed her, and groped her under her dress. In a 2022 phone call recording, Gaiman can be heard apologizing for his behavior, and offering $60,000 as a “tax-free gift” to cover the cost of a decade of therapy.
Twitter posts saying "we're back on" but also "we need to share the love to keep it going"
New pics being dropped from s2
S3e1 suddenly being listed on IMDb
"it's gonna be a film not a series!!!"
It's all manipulation. You know that? It's not a coincidence that all of this is happening at once. It's to make everyone talk about season 3 and not the abuser and not the allegations. It's to make us forget the survivors. And it's working.
We have still not had ANY confirmation that NG isn't involved in S3.
DO NOT FORGET JULIA, K, CLAIRE, CAROLINE AND SCARLETT. THEY MATTER. THEY MATTER MORE THAN FICTIONAL CHARACTERS.
So I was googling to try and find the original tweet in the screenshot I rb'd the other day about Emily Wilson who translated the Odyssey into English but, like, without the misogynistic reading of it
Instead I went down a rabbit hole and ended up thinking about Gaimangate and the victims, because of course I did.
This article. I want to make everyone read it.
Some sexual abusers made great art. Countless more of their victims never got the chance.
It's from 2017. It's not about NG and his victims but it could have been.
And it's not specifically about art, either. It could be about anything the survivors wanted to do with their lives.
If Claire hadn't needed $500 worth of therapy every month. She didn't know he would eventually pay her back. What might she have invested that time and money in?
If Caroline had just been able to concentrate on her pottery and not what NG did to her and whether she and her children would end up homeless
If Scarlett hadn't ended up in mental health crisis
If Julia hadn't avoided him for years after his assault
If. If. What else would K and Courtnee have done. What about whoever else he victimised, because no way have 100% of the survivors come forward. What might they have done if he had left them the fuck alone.
If all the victims of all the abusers in the world could have done what they wanted to do instead of live with the consequences and all the time and effort and money you have to put into healing
What would exist?
What have we lost?
I would feel so much better about this whole situation if this was acknowledged every time people mourned the loss of Good Omens.
.
I also want to link this post by @xtasteslikeburningx (heed the warnings; it's a painful read) about why the loss of GO is so painful to her. Because I'm glad there have been consequences, and I would have been happy to see it all cancelled. But although I've said in individual conversations with people that I get why some people are so devastated by the loss, I've not really made a point of talking about it in general, because it's felt like everyone is making that point while comparatively few of us were talking about wanting it cancelled.
But we should be listening to survivors.
And for what it's worth my own story, or at least part of it, is under a cut in a reblog here. And although I've mostly come to terms with what happened, it still hurts, and I'm still processing it and dealing with the fallout, and it's one of the many reasons that both the allegations and so many people in the fandom not calling him out have been so painful to me.
TW- Child sexual assault, rape, domestic violence, religious trauma, child abuse, self harm.
In this fandom, I am pretty much no one. I have my little circle that I run with. I have a couple of good friends that I have made. For the most part, I am just another Tumblr name that no one pays too much attention to. I don't expect anyone to read this, but I need to get it off my chest. I have seen so many terrible takes in the last few days. I am in a fragile state irl, so I may be taking things to heart more than usual. However, I want to say my piece, regardless of whether anyone reads it.
I have seen so many posts proclaiming "The fandom SHOULD feel this way. "If you don't feel THIS way then you don't care about victims," or "If you don't feel like THIS then you're not a real fan." You know what? Fuck that. Fuck ALL OF THAT.
I have been a mess since the season three news broke a few days ago. I feel endless gratitude to Rhianna Pratchett and Rob Wilkins for their miracle in getting us, and Terry, an ending. But I also despair for what we've lost and have found myself in fits of big ugly tears more than once. If you ask a certain subset of this fandom, such a reaction is pathetic. It makes me a rape apologist. I have no concern or empathy for victims of sexual assault. I have blocked most of these accounts before, for unrelated reasons. But, some of their "enlightened" views have reached me via reblogs and the grapevine.
Because how could anyone put fictional characters above real assault victims?
You know what? I haven't seen ANYONE doing that. If anyone IS doing it, they are certainly in the minority. The thing about humans is that we are capable of complex emotions. Sometimes those emotions even contradict each other. Shades of grey, anyone? It's almost as if the people making these accusations have never even watched the show. I am positive that one of the loudest voices hasn't watched it or read the book. But, that's a post for another day. Or not because I am not interested in stooping to the level of the fandom police.
So, grieving a lost third series means I don't care about rape victims, says someone who knows nothing about my life, or of those that feel the same. This person who knows not how many times I have survived rape and sexual assault myself. You know, I don't even know the answer to that question either. The first time I was sexually assaulted, I was three years old. THREE. YEARS. OLD. The perpetrator was a high-ranking member of The Jehovah's Witness Church Cult. This man assaulted and raped me repeatedly until I was thirteen years old; when my maternal grandmother died, we finally escaped the cult. During that time I was also tied up and assaulted at least twice by a "friend" of my older brother. After breaking up with my first serious boyfriend at 18, I went on a date with someone I met at a party. We were going to Moomba (an Australian festival) but before we got there he stopped his car and date-raped me. I pretended it didn't happen and went on with the date. At 18, I thought that's just what happened. The fact that my ex had never assaulted me seemed more of an anomaly than being date-raped by someone who was on the outskirts of my circle of friends. There were a couple of other instances after that. I won't detail them all but to say the last time I was assaulted was in 2020 during lockdown, in my own home. His hands around my throat, and me trying desperately to claw my way free, terrified that I was about to become a statistic. I don't know how I freed myself. You know what I do remember? I remember later that night, the bedroom door locked. Curled up on my bed in a fetal position. Too defeated to even cry. Watching Good Omens because that was the only thing that made me feel safe.
I've only just realized it in the last two days. Since 1994, Good Omens has been my one, constant source of comfort. Since the day I picked up a now long-lost copy of the novel that a friend of my brother's left at our house. It wasn't the kind of book I'd normally read, but it was there and I was bored. And I, the person who can never read any book more than once, read that book until it fell apart because it made me feel safe.
When I was recovering from a life of religious trauma, I read Good Omens.
When my mother read my diary and made me go to the police about the decade of child sexual abuse I endured, I read Good Omens.
The night I was date-raped, I read Good Omens.
When my brother died, I read Good Omens.
When my first daughter died, I read Good Omens.
When my now ex-husband abused me and cheated on me, I read Good Omens.
Then the TV show was announced. Not just a TV show. A TV show starring my two favourite actors. David Tennant had been my actor. I followed him since I stumbled upon Takin' Over the Asylum when I was 16. I info-dumped about him on my friends for years to reactions of rolled eyes and indifference. Then, he became the Doctor and finally, those same people agreed with me. When Wilde was released, I was thrilled. Stephen Fry AND Oscar Wilde! What could be better? Nothing, I thought, until I watched it. Michael Sheen dominated the screen and I forgot my original reasons for wanting to see the movie. Then it was 2017. The book that had comforted me through every trauma of the past 20+ years was going to be brought to life by my favorite actors? It was as if someone had peered into my soul. They plucked out the one thing I needed, without my even knowing it.
Then it was released. And it was perfect.
By then I had moved to the other side of the country, for a new relationship. Anyone with stronger boundaries and less trauma would have seen the red flags a mile away. But for me, it was a chance to escape my ex-husband's abuse. I wanted a better life for my kids and me. For unconditional love. That's what they promised me. They were lying, of course.
When I got screamed at because I didn't stack the dishwasher correctly, I watched Good Omens.
I was falsely accused of trying to 'trigger' my partner's epilepsy by turning on a ceiling fan in summer. My 'victim' always had the fan on in her own bedroom. But I still got screamed at, I watched Good Omens.
Curled up in agony one night, after the man who claimed to love me violently thrust his fist inside my body, without my consent, I watched Good Omens.
After the choking incident happened, I watched Good Omens.
I sought help from a domestic violence service. All they did was send an ambulance to take me to the ED for a couple of hours. Then, they sent me back to face the wrath of my abusers for daring to seek help, I watched Good Omens.
When my ex-boyfriend and best friend died during lockdown, I couldn't get to Melbourne for his funeral due to flight restrictions; I watched Good Omens.
Later that week, the female partner began to lash out at me. My grief had stolen attention from her, which was not allowed, and I was made to suffer; I watched Good Omens.
Another time I was in her firing line. I stole her thunder when I had to recount my years of CSA to a psychiatrist during the inquest into CSA in the Jehovah's Witnesses. I did it to try to prevent other children from enduring what I had been through. That night I was screamed at for attention-seeking; I watched Good Omens.
One day she chased my child with scissors. My other partner tried to gaslight me into believing they deserved it. I watched Good Omens while my child cried themself to sleep in my arms.
That was the last straw. I took my two AUDHD kids and our two cats to a shelter. We had no money and few possessions. I watched Good Omens.
We spent ten weeks in that shelter. I knew we had a total of twelve weeks to find a house during a housing crisis. If I failed, the RSPCA would take the cats, and we'd be on the street. Every night we were there, I watched Good Omens.
We did find a house.
In the three years since. Navigating life in a largely unfamiliar area, with no friends that I can visit. Dealing with my children's and my own PTSD. I have watched Good Omens more times than I can count.
This year, my health has declined. I have been in hospital. I have seen countless doctors and specialists. None have been able to tell me what is wrong, only that "It is definitely something." And you know what? On nights when I can't breathe, and it feels like my lungs are being crushed from the inside. Good Omens has been there for me.
Crowley and Aziraphale are not just fictional characters. They have been friends. They have comforted me and kept me going through all the traumas I've endured since I was sixteen years old. They have been more consistent than any actual human in my life. So don't dare tell me that my grief means I don't care about victims.
I am sick over what that man has done.
In February this year, I got the Why? Love. tattoo with his signature on my wrist.
I got it to remind me that despite the overwhelming evidence shown to me by the men in my life, there are still decent men out there. How stupid do I feel now? How many times in the last few months have I wanted to rip his name from my flesh? How often have I considered placing my wrist on the hot stovetop because I can't afford to have it removed or covered? Don't dare tell me that I am an apologist for what he has done. I hate him. I hate what he did to those women. I hate what he has done to this fandom. I hate what he has done to Terry's legacy.
But Good Omens is more than him. As relieved as I am that we are getting 90 minutes, I will grieve for the ending we will not get for as long as I want to and however I see fit. And fuck anyone who judges me or any other member of this fandom for being sad. Direct your anger at the one who deserves it. Not at other fans. We should be supporting each other. We should be in this together. Our different experiences will spark varied reactions. There is nothing wrong with that. Be kind.
A reminder of the allegations against Neil Gaiman, as shared by Hire Survivors Hollywood, a non-profit group who support survivors of sexual assault. These survivors aren’t just “the victims”: they have names and stories, and their voices deserve to be heard.
Scarlett, who worked as a nanny for Gaiman’s children, revealed that he sexually assaulted her in 2022 when she was 22 and he was 61, initiating an ongoing non-consensual sexual relationship.
K, who met Gaiman at a book signing in 2003 when she was 18 and he was in his mid-40s, describes a similar pattern of rape and sexual assault after they began a sexual relationship two years later.
Caroline Wallner, who worked on Gaiman’s property, revealed that he coerced her into sex by threatening her job and housing, and that he used explicit images and sexual demands to exert control over her.
Julia Hobsbawm was forced to fight off an assault by him in her London home in 1986.
Claire, who came forward anonymously in a podcast series, shared that Gaiman assaulted her during a book tour in the US in 2013. Gaiman took her to a room on his tour bus, got on top of her, kissed her, and groped her under her dress. In a 2022 phone call recording, Gaiman can be heard apologizing for his behavior, and offering $60,000 as a “tax-free gift” to cover the cost of a decade of therapy.
The word "deserve" sounds so strange in this context...
It's sad and bizarre to see this situation reduced to:
what would you prefer?
6 episodes produced with the money of an alleged SA perpetrator
a 90-minute episode w/o the active participation of an alleged SA perpetrator
Voting ended onOct 26, 2024
Satirical poll ofc.
I understand that fans are sad to have a shortened version of the ending, (it's okay to feel sad about unexpected changes), but let's not forget that the fact that Amazon did not ignore the sexual assault allegations against Neil Gaiman and made changes is an important and great decision. There were real lives affected by Gaiman's actions.
It goes beyond the fictional characters. For those who want closure (in the form of a TV adaptation), Aziraphale and Crowley will have one, and all without involving Gaiman's active presence, which would have endangered the people working on the set. That the series was made unchanged would also have benefited an alleged rapist financially (indeed, he will continue to benefit from being one of the creators, but the profits are now significantly reduced) and, of course, would have helped maintain his status in the entertainment industry despite the accusations.
The changes made for the GO final serve as a message to the creators: If you harm people, it will not be without consequences for you and the things you profit from financially and professionally.
Power to the [alleged] victims. They were brave enough to share their stories. You will never be forgotten. You are the ones who deserve better:
Scarlett, K, Claire, Caroline, Julia, Courtnee...
Thanks to the fans who express their sadness, but do not forget and acknowledge the important reasons behind the changes to the final.
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