Because GO3 refused to give Crowley and Aziraphale a real conversion regarding what went down in the GO2 F15 , i decied to write my own interpretation of how it could've gone down.... enjoy !!
Aziraphale's heart clenched painfully at the sight before him.
Crowley was sparwled on a dirty corner of Wickerbert street. Their limbs curled across the floor, hugging an empty whiskey bottle. And he was shaking.
Oh, Lord. He was shaking.
The angel swallowed hard, his eyes never left the demon. The sight of his beloved looking so utterly lost made his own vision blur with tears, but he could not look away.
Whatever had brought Crowley to this, whatever had reduced him to a shaking figure on a dirty pavement, Aziraphale knew, with a sickening twist in his stomach, that he was partly responsible.
He can't turn away. And this isn't because it was the kind thing to do, nor because he was an angel, and angels were meant to help those in need.
But because this was Crowley.
"Crowley?" he asked quietly, as though speaking too loudly might frighten him away, "hey, it's me."
The demon flinched at the sound of his voice.
"Go away... angel," he murmured, the words slurred and barely louder than a whisper as he curled further into himself.
"I'm afraid I can't do that, my dear."
For a long moment, Crowley didn't move.
Then, as though the voice had finally reached through the haze clouding his thoughts, he froze.
"...Angel?"
Slowly, Crowley tried to push himself upright, his movements sluggish and unsteady. He barely managed to lift himself before his balance faltered.
Aziraphale didn't think twice, "Easy there..."
He knelt beside him at once, one hand settling gently against Crowley's back while the other steadied his arm, guiding him with infinite care until he was sitting comfortably against the wall.
"There we are," the angel murmured, as though soothing a frightened bird. His touch remained light, careful to let Crowley pull away if he wished, though every instinct in him longed to gather the demon into his arms and never let go.
His glasses had slipped crooked across his face. When he finally raised his head,, "...Aziraphale?" he whispered, his voice a mixture between hope and disbelief.
"Quite right," Aziraphale noded softly.
Without another thought, he slipped an arm carefully around Crowley's waist, supporting as much of the demon's weight as Crowley would allow.
"What on Earth are you doing out here?" Aziraphale asked, unable to keep the worry from creeping into his voice. "Where is the Bentley? And why are you sleeping on the floor?"
"You left me for Heaven," Crowley mumbled, "What I do on Earth without you... is none of your concern."
Those words stung in ways even Hellfire never could.
In a way, Crowley wasn't wrong. Aziraphale had left. Whatever his reasons, the wound he'd inflicted was standing beside him now, heartbroken.
The angel drew a slow, steadying breath.
There would be time to admit that he, too, had been hurting. Time to confess that going back had never been about choosing Heaven over Crowley.
But not now.
Aziraphale swallowed the words still pressing against his throat, all the explanations and confessions and apologies that could wait a little longer.
"We're not standing here another moment," the angel said instead, "I'm taking you home."
"Home? You don't get to say that," Crowley muttered, but there was no real bite behind it.
“Oh, but I do. And I will. As long as we’re both around, there’s always a home.”
Crowley was going to open his mouth to protest, but the sight and feelings before him caused him quiet down.
The familiar doorway loomed ahead, warm light spilling faintly into the night like a quiet invitation. Crowley hesitated just inside the door, as though unsure whether he was allowed to exist in such a space besides Aziraphale anymore.
The angel didn’t give him the time to retreat into that thought.
“Come along,” he murmured, guiding him forward. “Sit down before you fall down.”
Crowley let himself be led, each step slower than the last until he finally sank into the familiar armchair as if it had been waiting for him.
Aziraphale lingered only a moment longer, checking that he was safe, that he was steady.
Then, softly, he added, “I’ll make tea.”
The demon sat on his couch, his senses were quickly ensnared. He was basking at the sight of the angel before him, brewing black tea for Crowley. The earthly smell of said tea already creating an idea of the familiar and desired taste. Then there's the soft texture of the red couch, the warm lighting that isn't blinding, but just comfortable.
Crowley exhales slowly, and with a small, almost unconscious gesture, cleaned himself up. He ended up replacing the damp, crumpled clothes with something dry and simple. An instinctual miracle, really.
Aziraphale noticed immediately.
He paused mid-motion, turning slightly, concern already knitting into his expression.
“You’re taking care of yourself now?” he asked, voice careful but edged with disbelief, “You had the miracles to do so before… why not use them earlier?”
Crowley shruged, “Didn’t feel like it."
Aziraphale set the kettle down more slowly than necessary.
“That’s not an answer,” he said gently, but firmly.
“Well, what do you want me to say, Aziraphale?” Crowley snapped, “Or shall I call you Archangel Aziraphale?”
The words landed harder than he intended, and even he seemed to realize it the moment they left his mouth. The angels expression made Crowley's breath hitch, but he pushed on anyway, exhaustion breaking through the cracks in his anger.
“Do you want me to say I was miserable without you?” Crowley's hands curled slightly against the arm of the chair, as though he needed something solid to anchor himself.
“I mean, what was I supposed to do, Aziraphale?” He asks, incredulous, “Making a spectacle of myself, begging you to stay, kissing you—was that not enough?”
A pause.
"What do you want from me?” Crowley asked again, “What do you want me to say?”
For a moment, the room was still except for the faint hum of the kettle cooling. The silence was suffocating, it was so suffocating that Crowley was tempted to just walk out the door and—
"I only ever wanted you safe."
Aziraphale’s voice was soft, but it was honest. It was the kind of voice Crowley had longed to hear again after three years of silence that felt far too much like exile.
The demon let's out a small wince, "Then why did you leave?"
Now, Crowley knew, even as the words left him, that it was unfair. He knew Aziraphale had been nothing but careful with him since the moment they’d reunited. Patient in a way Crowley hadn’t expected and wasn’t sure he trusted himself to believe in yet.
Aziraphale looked at the demon before him, devastatingly loving. He was achingly persistent in the way his gaze held Crowley as if there were no universe in which he could look away.
The silence stretched, filled only by the soft settling of the bookshop around them. The distant tick of a clock, the faint cooling of tea, the fragile space between what had been and what might still be repaired.
“I left because… because Heaven—”
Aziraphale’s voice caught slightly, as though even saying it aloud made it more real than he had ever wanted it to be.
“…is capable of change?” Crowley offered, cautious, testing the idea like a wound he wasn’t sure he wanted reopened.
Aziraphale shakes his head almost immedietly, “…wants to start the Second Coming.”
"You’re joking,” Crowley said at last, but there was no humor in it.
Aziraphale shook his head once.
Crowley leaned back slightly in the armchair, one hand lifting to press against his forehead as if that might physically contain the implications.
“Oh,” he breathed, hollowly. “Oh, that’s— that’s just brilliant.”
Aziraphale flinched at the tone,“I had to find a way to stop it!”
“So you are not back because of me,” Crowley said flatly. “You’re back because you need me to help you.”
“Of course not!” Aziraphale said at once, then softened, as though realizing how it sounded. “I mean—yes. I need you. I always have. But I came back because Muriel told me you were not doing so hot and, well..."
Crowley let out a slow breath, “Right."
“If Earth gets destroyed, you and I won’t have a future,” Aziraphale said, “And no, Crowley—Alpha Centauri is a perfectly nice vacation site, but we’ve made our lives here.”
His voice softened again at the edges, as if the conviction itself was painful, “I had to fight for us to—”
The sentence hung there, unfinished, because even Aziraphale seemed unsure how to end it without it becoming too much, too soon, too exposed.
Aziraphale's hands came up to his face abruptly, fingers pressing hard against his eyes as though he could physically hold something back. A sound slipped out anyway.
Crowley’s expression shifted instantly. The exhaustion was still there, the anger too, but it was suddenly crowded by something else.
“…Angel,” he said, quieter now.
Aziraphale shook his head behind his hands, as if apologizing without words, shoulders trembling once.
“For us to… to… to be together, Crowley, good God—!” Aziraphale’s voice broke as he lowered his hands, though his eyes were still bright with tears he couldn’t quite contain. “For us to go to the park, and the Ritz, and— and everything! To kiss again, considering the last one…”
He stopped, swallowing hard. The memory of it seemed to hit him all at once, sharper now that he was saying it aloud.
“It was hell without you, Crowley,” he added, more forcefully now, as if the words had finally found their way out and refused to be contained any longer, “Hell, Crowley! I was in Heaven, but that isn’t… it isn’t you!”
“I don’t even think you’ll ever forgive me,” Aziraphale admitted quietly. “But I am so, so sorry that I hurt you this much. I am so sorry. I just wanted to save everyone… save us, and—”
Aziraphale looked helpless for a moment, like someone trying to hold together something far too fragile with bare hands.
“I thought I could do both,” he whispered. “I thought I could fix it. And I’ve only made it worse.”
Crowley stared at him for a beat too long, as though still trying to process the fact that Aziraphale was standing in front of him, undone.
All of Crowley's exhaustion, anger, all the years of distance and misunderstanding—it cracked open just enough for something older to push through.
“Aziraphale,” Crowley said quietly, "Angel"
The demon stepped forward, placing his arms around Aziraphale’s shoulders. His hands rose hesitantly at first, then settled, fingers carefully threading through the angel’s curls in a slow comfort he had never truly unlearned.
“I hurt you too,” he said quietly.
Aziraphale gave a small, broken shake of his head against him, but Crowley didn’t stop.
“And I know that,” Crowley continued, “I know I did. I’ve had three years to think about it, believe me.”
The angel let out a small whimper, something soft and broken that he would have been embarrassed by in any other moment. His arms tightened around Crowley’s waist almost instinctively, as though afraid that letting go would mean losing him again.
“I don’t know how to fix all of this,” Crowley admitted, “I don’t even know where to start.”
His arms tightened around Aziraphale as he continued to let his fingers slowly thread into the angel’s curls.
It was an anchoring gesture more than anything, a part of him was still afraid that if he stopped holding on, reality might shift again and take him somewhere worse.
“But I don’t want to be without you again.”
Aziraphale went still in Crowley’s arms. For a moment, there was only the quiet of the bookshop around them.
Then the angel nodded slightly against him, as though the words had finally found their way out of somewhere they had been waiting for far too long.
“I love you, Crowley,” he sighed, the confession slipping out before he even fully realized he had spoken. Too exhausted to catch it in time, as if it had simply been there all along, waiting for the moment he stopped holding everything back.
For a heartbeat, he seemed to freeze, like his own words had startled him. Crowley went still too.
Aziraphale’s grip tightened instinctively, as though bracing for impact, for rejection, for anything other than the unbearable openness of what he had just said.
He felt Crowley’s hands cradle his face. His thumbs resting lightly against Aziraphale’s cheeks as though confirming he was real.
Then the demon leaned in just slightly, forehead almost touching his. “Don’t,” Crowley whispered, “Don’t go disappearing on me ever again.”
The angel nodded profusely, “I won’t,” he breathed, "I never will."
And then, as though the answer still wasn’t enough to contain everything between them, he leaned forward. The space between them closed with a quiet inevitability, something finally allowed.
Aziraphale kissed him. It was a careful kiss, in the way Aziraphale had always been careful with Crowley.
Crowley softened into it, his grip shifting slightly at Aziraphale’s face, the tension in his shoulders finally giving way to something inside him that had been waiting years for permission to do exactly this.
When they finally parted, it was only by a fraction.
Crowley let out a small, satisfied sigh, his forehead still hovering near Aziraphale’s, “I love you too,” he murmured. “Always have.”
“And that… Second Coming,” he added, a faint edge of determination returning to his voice, “We’ll stop it. Together. Don’t you worry.”
Aziraphale gave a small, breathless laugh at that, equal parts relief and disbelief, “I wasn’t planning on worrying alone,” he said gently.
Crowley’s thumb brushed lightly against Aziraphale’s cheek. “Good,” he muttered. “Because you’re terrible at it on your own.”
Aziraphale let out another quiet, shaky exhale that almost turned into a laugh.
“I am not,” he protested weakly, though there was no real offense behind it.
Crowley raised an eyebrow.
“…All right,” he admitted. “Perhaps I have been.”
“Perhaps,” Crowley agreed, a faint, tired amusement tugging at the corner of his mouth, “but—”
He stopped, and it had nothing to do with him not knowing what to say. But Aziraphale was looking at him in a way that had never been lost after all, it was a look that was always there, a look that reminds Crowley that he is worth choosing, the same way he will choose Aziraphale. Over and over again.
“But you’re still terrible at it,” Crowley finished instead, voice soft.
“I beg your pardon?” he whispered, though there was no real indignation in it.
Crowley’s expression softened further.
“At being alone,” he clarified. “Always were. Worse without me.”
“I believe,” Aziraphale said carefully, “that may no longer be a problem we need to test.”
Crowley huffed a small breath, almost a laugh.“Good,” he murmured. “Because I’m done testing it.”
Crowley: So the plan is, we will keep this universe deleted and ask God to make another one.
Me: Excuse me?
Crowley: Where everything will be the same but it won't have Heaven and Hell in it to decide-
Me: There's Heaven and Hell in this one?
Crowley: Yes and so the new one will be free and -
Me: No thank you.
Crowley: ??
Me: Just retire the Heaven and Hell business.
Crowley: ...
Me: Aziraphale say something.
Aziraphale: I was told to just stand here like a lovesick fool.
Me: Well I free you from that stupid role. And I'm not blind, I know you love this idiot.
Aziraphale: Ah. Well, the problem is you see, they are all a stubborn bunch. I tried for several years to get them to see that the world didn't need to be destroyed and everyone judged...
Me: I see. Um, so what changed Gabriel and Beelzebub's mind about the war and all?
Aziraphale: ...
Crowley: ... (looking at each other)
Aziraphale: Our example perhaps?
Me: ...
Aziraphale: Crowley, would you - join me this time to try and talk to them? I don't think on my own...
Me: *raising eyebrow at Crowley*
Crowley: *rolls eyes*
Aziraphale: It's worth a try I thi-
Crowley: Fine angel.
Aziraphale: Really? *beaming*
Me: Excellent. But there's a quicker way. Can I have your phone for a moment Supreme Archangel?
Crowley: *rolls eyes*
Me:
*Open WhatsApp group* Heaven and Hell - ALL.
*Open web browser* AO3: 79,117 Works in: Aziraphale/Crowley
*Copy and paste link, add* READ AND LEARN
*typing another message* The Universe is yours, Earth and humans - do not touch.
Much love,
Supreme Archangel Aziraphale
Crowley: You can't-
Me: Sent.
Aziraphale: Where has the Almighty gone?
Me: Oh them? Sorry, don't believe in them. Aziraphale?
Aziraphale: Yes dear?
Me: Before you take him upstairs, can I have a hug?
1. Hello! I’ve put off asking to look for this fic because I admit I was embarrassed but I figured, “it’s the internet, there’s weirder things out there.” I’m not sure if it’s been deleted or if I simply can’t find it but there was this fic I read a while ago wherein Crowley is desperate to pee in the bookshop while Aziraphale is away. I think there was a restroom in the bookshop but it was like, locked or something?? and Crowley couldn’t hold it and resorted to peeing in a potted plant. I believe the plant grows into a tree (a lemon tree if memory serves me well?) There was no smut so I don’t think it was rated E and it might have been multi-chapter Thank you all for the time and effort you all put into this blog, mods <3 - anon
2. Hi. Looking for a Crowley/Aziraphale fic as they encounter each other through the years and fall in love. I remember two of the encounters. One in an abbey where Az is a nun sent to teach the other nuns to reproduce the bible and Crowley was posing as a widow Another they were in Paris or maybe Vienna posing as husband and wife. Sound familiar to anyone? - @tangledupinblu-blog1
3. I very distinctly remember there being a fic where all the crowleys and Aziraphales of the multiverse met, but I'm not sure if it's been deleted? It had the 1992 script, the show, the book, maybe the radio versions too? I have memories but turning up nothing in my searches - anon
4. Hello! I have been looking for a fic for ages, it I accidentally erased my ao3 history a couple years ago, and so am cursed. It was set post S1. It might be book only as the characterization was very book-like. After the failed apocalypse, Crowley goes off to a cottage he’s bought in the South Downs, thinking that now that they don’t answer to Heaven and Hell, there is no arrangement and thus Aziraphale will want nothing more to do with him. Almost immediately, Aziraphale shows up and moves himself in, but Crowley thinks it’s a temporary thing and keeps waiting for Aziraphale to leave him again. I think there’s a crossword involved and perhaps a date in the local town. Many thanks if you can find it! - @olfactoryventriloquism
If you know any of these fics please include the number in your reply! Thank you :)
I hope i get my wording and point across properly enough but Aziraphale being sometimes mean to Crowley in season 1 and 2 works. The reason it works is because while Aziraphale tends to be more soft and nurturing, he can also be, in Crowley's words: "just a little bit of a bastard worth knowing."
He isn't mean to Crowley in a way that is inherently malicious. Aziraphale expresses frustration and anger safely around someone who he knows won't judge him for it.
He can't be expressively rude to the archangels, and even if he could, being overtly rude is not precisely in his nature. But he also can't express disappointment or literally any emotion besides begrudging toleration around said angels.
Aziraphale represses a lot of emotions, so when thoes emotions bubble up, they always explode towards Crowley's direction. But most times the emotions he is trying to express come off wrong.
It's an accumulation of his inner frustrations, his repressed disdain and anger towards heaven, his responsibility to do good...all of these manifest when he gets in conflict about where his relationship with Crowley stands.
Because well, Crowley represents half of these inner feelings to Aziraphale + Crowley allows Aziraphale to express himself in a way that makes the angel feel safe.
And Aziraphale sometimes spills things out that he didn't mean, weather it be some parts of indoctrination ideals he holds about heaven, some sort of deflection, a cry for help and as previously stated, he feels secure enough to express his suppressed emotions around Crowley.
He just ends up wording it wrong because centuries of hiding makes it dificult to fully encapsulate how he feels about certain things in a way that doesn't come off as rash or impulsive.
And it's not like Crowley is Aziraphale's punching bag. Aziraphale doesn't enjoy hurting Crowley.
I mean, look at Aziraphale's face after he said that there isn't any "our side". And him and Crowley can't work together anymore. Does this look like someone who genuinely believes that?
And this is Aziraphale's face after "forgiving" Crowley. Now the context behind this is different, Crowley hurt him too so the angel, in his way, returned it. But the moment Crowley actually leaves, he sits with the hurt. Because Aziraphale in that scene had been downright expressing how much he needed Crowley, just for the demon to (rightfully) misinterpret all of it and leave.
Back to my original point, Aziraphale being sometimes cruel to Crowley works wonders in the show because there is so much context that provides insight on why he does this.
And this behavior stems from so many different things, but the one that it connects to at the end is his relationship with Crowley.
So why am I touching on this subject? Because season 3 doesn't even seem interested in exploring any of this, which makes absolutely no sense to me.
Season 2 goes out of its way to establish that both Aziraphale and Crowley are terrible communicators. Crowley avoids vulnerability until he's backed into a corner, and Aziraphale buries his feelings so deeply that when they finally surface, they often come out wrong. Their inability to say what they actually mean is one of the biggest recurring sources of conflict in their relationship.
Yet GO3 does not addresses this aspect of Aziraphale's character at all. It ignores a communication problem that has been consistently present since the beginning of the show and that played a major role in the ending of season 2.
In addition to that, the story introduces an entirely new set of relationship issues that were never properly established beforehand and, arguably, shouldn't even exist in the first place. Rather than examining the flaws that have always been there.
Instead of exploring Aziraphale's tendency to say hurtful things when he's scared or emotionally overwhelmed, the story seems to recast those moments as evidence of a deeper moral failing on his part.
The problem is that this shifts the dynamic in a way that feels fundamentally different from the first two seasons.
Previously, Aziraphale was often the meanest of the two when they are in conflict. I'm not saying that he was cruel, but because centuries of repression and conflicting loyalties would sometimes spill out in the form of poorly chosen words. The narrative provided context for those moments and treated them as character flaws to be understood rather than proof that he was fundamentally in the wrong.
In GO3, however, that complexity largely disappears. Aziraphale's mistakes are emphasized and revisited repeatedly, while Crowley's increasingly harsh treatment of him is often framed as understandable, justified, or even deserved.
As a result, the relationship begins to feel strangely lopsided. The story increasingly positions Aziraphale as the primary source of the problem and Crowley as the injured party reacting to it.
And that's a significant departure from the dynamic that had been established previously.
To illustrate what I mean, let's go through some specific examples from GO3:
1. Crowley's need to twist the knife over and over.
First of all, I don't think Crowley is above being cruel. He's absolutely capable of saying things that hurt when he's angry, frustrated, or scared.
But throughout the series, he's also shown a tendency to be careful with his words when it comes to Aziraphale.
Crowley tends to direct conflict with blunt truths that Aziraphale tries so hard to deny. Even when they're arguing, there's usually a restraint there, a sense that he's trying not to wound him more than necessary.
Crowley is loudly gentle; even when Aziraphale is being stubborn, Crowley usually approaches him with a surprising amount of patience.
And honestly, I don't think Crowley being rude to Aziraphale after the fallout in Season 2 is inherently out of character. If anything, some bitterness, distance, or sharpness would be a perfectly natural response to having his heart broken.
The problem wasn't that he was upset or that he lashed out. The problem was how it was handled. There's a difference between Crowley expressing genuine hurt and Crowley saying things that feel designed purely for the sake of drama.
His anger has always come from a place of caring too much, not from suddenly wanting to tear Aziraphale apart.
For example, the scene in go3 where Aziraphale explains that one of the reasons he went up to heaven was because he didn't want Earth to be destroyed. And Crowley says something along the lines of, "well how did that work out for you?"
And then the camera pans to Aziraphale's face. He looks devastated. The angel is already carrying the weight of a failed plan, the guilt of knowing people got hurt, and the stress of trying to fix an impossible situation. Crowley can see all of that.
And Crowley even takes a moment to look at him. When I first watched the scene, I genuinely thought, "Awh, okay. He realized he went too far."
Because that's usually how these moments go with him. Crowley says something sharp, sees the effect it has on Aziraphale, and then you can practically watch the regret set in. Even if he doesn't apologize outright, there's normally some attempt to soften the impact or redirect the conversation.
But nope. He just lets Aziraphale sit with it.
And honestly, I was willing to go along with it at first. I thought, okay, Crowley is still carrying a lot of unresolved pain from Season 2. Maybe this is the low point of his arc. Maybe he'll gain more perspective later. Maybe once he understands why Aziraphale made that choice, we'll get a moment where he acknowledges that things weren't as simple as "Aziraphale chose Heaven over me."
Because the reality is that Aziraphale's decision has never been that simple. Right or wrong, he genuinely believed he was protecting Earth, protecting humanity, and creating a safer future for him and Crowley. You'd think that would be something Crowley, of all people, could eventually understand.
But then... that understanding never truly comes.
It feels like the script wants a dramatic mic-drop moment more than it wants to stay true to how Crowley typically treats Aziraphale.
Because Crowley's defining trait has never been cruelty. It's care.
Even at his angriest, even when he's frustrated enough to storm off, even when he's convinced Aziraphale is making a terrible decision, there's usually an underlying concern for how that decision will affect him.
That's what makes moments like "You idiot, we could have been us" so devastating. Crowley is angry, yes, but the anger exists because he's heartbroken.
In GO3, however, the hurt often feels disconnected from the love that is supposed to be motivating it. Instead of seeing a Crowley who is struggling with betrayal, grief, and disappointment, we frequently get a Crowley who seems content to keep twisting the knife long after the point has been made.
If the goal was to show Crowley processing the fallout from Season 2, then where is the conflict? Where is the internal struggle between wanting to protect himself and still loving Aziraphale? Where is the realization that Aziraphale's decision wasn't solely about Heaven, but also about his desperate need to protect Earth and the people living on it?
And yes, I know Aziraphale later on admits to Crowley, "I choose heaven because of you", but after that the only acknowledgment we get from Crowley is a somber look and then later on a bregudging acceptence to forgive Aziraphale.
Yet the revelation barely changes anything. Crowley gives him a somber look, and later on throughout the film offers a begrudging acceptance that ultimately amounts to, "Fine, I forgive you."
2. Now about that wierdly almost-coerced apology scene...
That scene is so weird to me. Aziraphale can be incredibly stubborn, but I don't buy that he'd reduce the entire Season 2 fallout to a simple mistake and then pressure Crowley into accepting an apology for it.
And Crowley struggling to forgive Aziraphale? Sure, I can see that happening. However, forgiveness was never the part of the conflict that interested me. Both of them understanding each other was.
Crowley's hurt makes sense, his reluctance to forgive makes sense. What doesn't make sense is how little attention is given to whether he actually understands Aziraphale's perspective by the end of it all.
Because the central issue was never simply that Aziraphale hurt Crowley. The central issue was that they walked away from the same conversation with completely different interpretations of what had happened.
Whether either of them was right is almost beside the point. The emotional payoff should have come from finally bridging that gap in understanding, not from treating the situation as though Aziraphale committed a straightforward wrong that Crowley eventually decided to forgive.
Their conflict was messy, complicated, and deeply rooted in who they are as characters. Reducing it to an apology and a reluctant forgiveness feels like flattening one of the most interesting relationship dynamics the show had spent two seasons building.
The show skips straight to the conclusion without doing the work in the middle. And even if they were under time restraints, I don't think that's a particularly strong excuse.
Because the missing piece isn't some massive subplot that would have required hours of screentime. It's a conversation. It's reflection. It's allowing the characters to genuinely engage with each other's perspectives before arriving at forgiveness.
3. Crowley just overall, not caring much about Aziraphale being hurt, he doesn't defend him or offer him any comfort throughout the whole thing.
I think people have mentioned this before, but I still cannot stand Crowley's lack of defense when God put Aziraphale down.
You cannot tell me that hearing God list off all of Aziraphale's supposed flaws didn't hurt him. Aziraphale has spent centuries trying to live up to impossible expectations. He constantly worries about doing the right thing, being good enough, and failing the people he's trying to help. So having the literal voice of authority single out all of his perceived shortcomings hurt him. And you can see it in his face !!
And Crowley who was famously known for this:
He literally would not care for anyone, including God, belittle Aziraphale in such a cruel and personal way without saying something.
But instead we get...whatever this means:
He just stands there ominously, letting Aziraphale be picked apart and belittled.
Not only does he fail to defend him, but the scene is framed in a way that makes his silence feel almost intentional, as if we're supposed to see it as justified or deserved.
Which should not be the case at all, Aziraphale has done so much good.
He was willing to lie to God in order to protect humanity, he covered Crowley with his wing in the rain long before they were friends.
Aziraphale isn't perfect, he can be stubborn, rash and repressed. But he's also one of the kindest characters in the entire show.
And if there's one person who should remember those virtues, it's Crowley. He's the one who knows Aziraphale in a level that apparently, not even God does.
So the idea that Crowley would stand there silently while Aziraphale is reduced to a list of shortcomings feels as if the story forgot who Aziraphale is—and who Crowley knows him to be.
3. Aziraphale framing Crowley as the best of all the angels whatever.
This scene frames Crowley as the righteous one in such a wierd way because then Aziraphale says the whole "You were the best of angel" speech (which i hate, but i have already written an extensive post about why.)
But there's one part of the speech that infurates me so much.
Aziraphale??? A character in God's book????
So let me get this straight... *looks at notes*
The first angel to lie to God because he couldn't bear to see humanity suffer.
The angel who gave away his flaming sword to protect Adam and Eve.
The angel who spent six thousand years questioning Heaven's decisions while still desperately trying to do the right thing.
The angel who teamed up with a demon to stop Armageddon.
The angel who repeatedly chose people over rules, compassion over obedience, and mercy over blind loyalty.
The angel who risked everything to save the world and the demon he loves deeply in his heart.
....That's meant to be a character in God's book?? Someone who constantly defied her original plans???
Aziraphale, honey, my sweet baby, WHO THE FUCK IS "WE"??
The whole emotional journey Aziraphale has been having since season 1 was to question his position in heaven. Every major step in his story pushes him further away from blind loyalty and closer to making his own moral choices.
He has always asked questions, since the very beggining.
Crowley wasn't the only one who genuienly believed there was a sensible purpose to it all. Aziraphale believes that too. That's why he helped stop the destruction of earth, that's why Aziraphale enjoys reading books, sipping hot cocoa and spending time with Crowley.
Aziraphale questioned heaven from the moment he gave away his flaming sword to protect Adam and Eve. That's what set him apart from other angels.
So when the narrative seems determined to position Crowley as uniquely enlightened while reducing Aziraphale to someone who simply failed to see what was right in front of him, it feels like it misunderstands what made their dynamic special in the first place.
The entire point was that both of them learned to question the roles they were given. Not just Crowley. Not just Aziraphale. Both.
4. Aziraphale finally choosing Crowley, just for Crowley to be like: "aight no, fuck that, let's kill ourselves !!"
What do you mean we go from this...
this....
and this....
to this....????
Crowley...touch your nose if this is really you. Blink twice if you need help.
i have no words that can even begin to explain how much of a dumb choice this was. Crowley, who would always fight tooth and nail for Aziraphale, for a future with him that he always longed for. He gave up THIS easily?
idk who this is but that ain't MY Crowley and it certainly isn't Aziraphale's Crowley.
Crowley who crashed out when he thought Aziraphale had died back in season 1?? who rushed into a burning bookshop screaming, crying and getting depresingly drunk because he believed that Aziraphale was killed...he would willingly commit suicide and drag Aziraphale into this choice?? He would willingly LET Aziraphale die??? he would ontop of that just give up on everything he fought for???
EXCUSE....ME???? wtf did they do to my Crowley... who is this strange off-putting martyr no one asked for???
PLUS !!! Aziraphale didn't truly get a say on this choice, not really.
He didn't want to give Crowley up, his emotional journey got absolutely demolished by this wierd self sacrificial act that Crowley chose for both of them.
there was many ways to go around this choice, you have God at your disposal and you choose to kill yourselves and create a new universe??? LAMEEEEEEEE
And well...
Thats it folks because if i keep going i fear i will never stfu. Go3 mischaracterized my sweet angel and demon. They massacred my boys—and not even because they evaporated or whatever, but because they stripped away the nuance that made them special and called it character development.
Anyway, If anyone needs me, I'll be in the corner aggressively pretending that Crowley's nightmare theory is canon !!!
Homemaking, gardening, and self-sufficiency resources that won't radicalize you into a hate group
It seems like self-sufficiency and homemaking skills are blowing up right now. With the COVID-19 pandemic and the current economic crisis, a lot of folks, especially young people, are looking to develop skills that will help them be a little bit less dependent on our consumerist economy. And I think that's generally a good thing. I think more of us should know how to cook a meal from scratch, grow our own vegetables, and mend our own clothes. Those are good skills to have.
Unfortunately, these "self-sufficiency" skills are often used as a recruiting tactic by white supremacists, TERFs, and other hate groups. They become a way to reconnect to or relive the "good old days," a romanticized (false) past before modern society and civil rights. And for a lot of people, these skills are inseparably connected to their politics and may even be used as a tool to indoctrinate new people.
In the spirit of building safe communities, here's a complete list of the safe resources I've found for learning homemaking, gardening, and related skills. Safe for me means queer- and trans-friendly, inclusive of different races and cultures, does not contain Christian preaching, and does not contain white supremacist or TERF dog whistles.
Homemaking/Housekeeping/Caring for your home:
Making It by Kelly Coyne and Erik Knutzen [book] (The big crunchy household DIY book; includes every level of self-sufficiency from making your own toothpaste and laundry soap to setting up raised beds to butchering a chicken. Authors are explicitly left-leaning.)
Safe and Sound: A Renter-Friendly Guide to Home Repair by Mercury Stardust [book] (A guide to simple home repair tasks, written with rentals in mind; very compassionate and accessible language.)
How To Keep House While Drowning by KC Davis [book] (The book about cleaning and housework for people who get overwhelmed by cleaning and housework, based on the premise that messiness is not a moral failing; disability and neurodivergence friendly; genuinely changed how I approach cleaning tasks.)
Gardening
Rebel Gardening by Alessandro Vitale [book] (Really great introduction to urban gardening; explicitly discusses renter-friendly garden designs in small spaces; lots of DIY solutions using recycled materials; note that the author lives in England, so check if plants are invasive in your area before putting them in the ground.)
Country/Rural Living:
Woodsqueer by Gretchen Legler [book] (Memoir of a lesbian who lives and works on a rural farm in Maine with her wife; does a good job of showing what it's like to be queer in a rural space; CW for mentions of domestic violence, infidelity/cheating, and internalized homophobia)
"Debunking the Off-Grid Fantasy" by Maggie Mae Fish [video essay] (Deconstructs the off-grid lifestyle and the myth of self-reliance)
Sewing/Mending:
Annika Victoria [YouTube channel] (No longer active, but their videos are still a great resource for anyone learning to sew; check out the beginner project playlist to start. This is where I learned a lot of what I know about sewing.)
Make, Sew, and Mend by Bernadette Banner [book] (A very thorough written introduction to hand-sewing, written by a clothing historian; lots of fun garment history facts; explicitly inclusive of BIPOC, queer, and trans sewists.)
Sustainability/Land Stewardship
Braiding Sweetgrass by Robin Wall Kimmerer [book] (Most of you have probably already read this one or had it recommended to you, but it really is that good; excellent example of how traditional animist beliefs -- in this case, indigenous American beliefs -- can exist in healthy symbiosis with science; more philosophy than how-to, but a great foundational resource.)
Wild Witchcraft by Rebecca Beyer [book] (This one is for my fellow witches; one of my favorite witchcraft books, and an excellent example of a place-based practice deeply rooted in the land.)
Avoiding the "Crunchy to Alt Right Pipeline"
Note: the "crunchy to alt-right pipeline" is a term used to describe how white supremacists and other far right groups use "crunchy" spaces (i.e., spaces dedicated to farming, homemaking, alternative medicine, simple living/slow living, etc.) to recruit and indoctrinate people into their movements. Knowing how this recruitment works can help you recognize it when you do encounter it and avoid being influenced by it.
"The Crunchy-to-Alt-Right Pipeline" by Kathleen Belew [magazine article] (Good, short introduction to this issue and its history.)
Sisters in Hate by Seyward Darby (I feel like I need to give a content warning: this book contains explicit descriptions of racism, white supremacy, and Neo Nazis, and it's a very difficult read, but it really is a great, in-depth breakdown of the role women play in the alt-right; also explicitly addresses the crunchy to alt-right pipeline.)
These are just the resources I've personally found helpful, so if anyone else has any they want to add, please, please do!
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I get why people are accusing NG of making the finale bad on purpose and out of malice. But one thing he got real testy about back when he was keeping his asks open on here is being called out for bad writing, plot holes, continuity, etc. So I’m choosing to just tell whoever will listen “maybe it was malicious- but honestly I think he’s just a bad writer and kinda stupid”
Was the finale written out of malice? Perhaps.
Is Neil Gaiman a bad TV writer and kinda stupid? This we can’t possibly refute.
wait, do people know about aziraphale and crowley’s new year’s resolutions
at some point neil gaiman and terry pratchett wrote these up and they’re very good
Crowley:
Resolution #1: I must accept that Super-Gluing valuable coins to the sidewalk and then watching events from a nearby café is not proper demonic activity.
Resolution #2: The same applies to rearranging the letters on wayside pulpits.
Resolution #3: Try to come up with something as good as cell phone ringtones, following one last stab at convincing Downstairs that cell phone ringtones are right up there in the whole Human Misery stakes. And iPods. Has anybody Down There even said thank you for iPods? Or “Googling yourself?” Frankly, I deserve some kind of award for “Googling yourself.”
Resolution #4: I must encourage greedy people to use the term, “Low-hanging fruit,” because that’s just like old times.
Resolution #5: This year, I will get a desk near the window.
Resolution #6: I will try to understand why Hell is a no-smoking area. I just think it’s ridiculous having to stand around outside the gates, that’s all.
Resolution #7: On the orders of Head Office I will encourage the belief in Intelligent Design, because it upsets everyone.
Resolution #8: Stop Googling myself.
Aziraphale:
Resolution #1: Spread peace and love and glad tidings of great joy throughout the world. Also try to get out more.
Resolution #2: I will be charitable to people who use the term “core values,” however difficult this may be.
Resolution #3: Notwithstanding Resolution #2 (above), I will redouble my efforts to have the utterance of the phrase “core values” classified as a deadly sin. I believe Himself is with me on this one.
Resolution #4: I will try to be nicer to the customers. They want to buy books; I want to sell them. It can’t be that hard. (Memo to self: Regular opening hours? Mark prices on books?)
Resolution #5: I will try to be polite to Gabriel, no matter what the provocation.
Resolution #6: Find out exactly what an “Internet” is.
Resolution #7: Really must resume dancing lessons. Learn the “Galloping Major,” the “Gay Gordons,” the “Mashed Potatoes.” Possibly even the “Twist”?
Resolution #8: Thwart Infernal Wiles (ongoing).
Resolution #9: I will try to understand why Heaven is a non-smoking area.
Resolution #10: On the orders of Head Office I will encourage the belief in Intelligent Design – despite the fact that the human airway crosses the digestive tract. Who thought that was intelligent?
Resolution #11: Feed the ducks.
the original link seems to have died somewhere along the way, but hooray for the wayback machine
I'm feeling now like...every storm has a silver lining, and historically nothing produces a bigger boom of fandom works then creators doing a major fucking cock-up.
There are moments I think I worked through the worst of my grief about the good omens finale and I can just be happy in my bubble full of fix it fanfics and beautiful fanart. And then it's midnight, I randomly go YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE PISSES ME OFF and I'm back in the FUCKING BUILDING AGAIN
it's probably been already said but i love the thought of aziraphale and crowley rapidly switching languages as they're talking in public, and passersby thinking "oh wow, they're very good at languages" and then growing increasingly confused as sprinkled inbetween them are long, long dead ones and ones that have never been heard by human ears.
I was bitten by an idea bug and physically could not stop myself. So here is a poorly written rewrite of Good Omens season 3 that I will probably end up turning into a fanfiction at one point.
It's missing a lot of details, but it's the last day of school and I wrote it in little chunks whenever I could lol
Alternative (Better Plot) for Good Omens season 3
To begin with, we see a glimpse of Aziraphale in heaven as supreme archangel. We go through and see some of the changes he's made: maybe a little tea and cocoa counter that absolutely nobody but him is using and, most importantly, he's put the book of life on display. Michael and others vehemently disagree with that decision but Aziraphale is supreme archangel so they can't really do much.
Now earth, Crowley is back in his apartment, drunk and yelling at his plants. He isn't being very menacing. In fact, he seems very sad and ends up crying about being left behind.
We see some stuff about humans... specifically we see Adam Young on the hunt for something in London.
Back to Heaven, they are beginning to work on Jesus's resurrection and return to Earth (he's sitting around waiting for someone to talk to him: maybe he is enjoying the tea bar) when ALARMS GO OFF! Everybody running and scrambling around not sure what is happening! Then finally Uriel reveals that they are the ones who rang the alarm: the book of life is missing.
Aziraphale declares they have to postpone the second coming until they find the book of life because of how important it is. He apologizes to Jesus who looks very confused.
The angels investigate and they find evidence that points to one demon in dark sunglasses. Aziraphale tries to insist that Crowley would never and then they pull up the security footage which reveals a disheveled, drunk Crowley having broken into Heaven and stolen the book of life.
Aziraphale tries to insist that he is the most qualified to go down and confront Crowley (he is the one who understands Earth best, Crowley is immune to holy water as Michael confirms so they can't exactly fight him, and Aziraphale has been battling Crowley since the beginning). The other angels insist that Aziraphale can't leave, they have another agent who is already on Earth afterall.
Cut to Muriel who has very clearly spent ages reading. They are hyping themselves up because they just received their orders from Heaven: to confront Crowley and find the Book. They go out into the world, in the background a Bentley sits by the curb.
Cut to a compilation of Muriel running around talking to all the humans asking them if they've seen Crowley and or and weird old book. Ironically, a lot of people point Muriel to A.Z. Fell's bookshop. Muriel returns there a little worse for wears and finds Crowley drunk on the doorstep passed out.
Up in Heaven, a second alarm is going off. Aziraphale is frazzled. Turns out this alarm is because Jesus is missing. They check the cameras, he's gone down to earth. The other angels reluctantly agree to send down Aziraphale. Meanwhile, Michael gets on her phone to inform her contacts in Hell about the missing book of life. Very sinister.
Meanwhile Muriel is trying to sober up Crowley. They are using methods they mostly found in books, none of them are working. The door opens and in comes Aziraphale slightly frantic. He demands to know what Crowley thinks he's doing. Crowley beginning yelling about being left behind, Aziraphale begins to apologize when:
Crowley: No! Not you, you idiot! The Bentley!
Aziraphale: The Bentley?
Crowley, miserably: It ran away.
Aziraphale: Ran away? It's out there on the curb!
Crowley: Wont let me in, wont go anywhere... I need a drink.
Aziraphale absolutely forbids Crowley from taking another sip and informs the demon that the book of life is gone, angels in Heaven know that Crowley did it, and Jesus is missing.
Crowley is stunned, his sunglasses actually start to fall off his face. Crowley sobers up and gets up. The two agree to search for Jesus, neither mentions the book.
Jesus has made his way to a coffee shop and is sitting and drinking tea when Adam Young appears and seems very relieved to see him (Adam had been on the phone with Pepper asking about Dog because she is dog sitting). It turns out they have a lot to talk about.
Another compilation: this time it's of Heaven and Hell all gathering and getting ready for the second coming. I'm thinking war paint and dramatic screaming into the camera, passing out weapons, etc.
We go back to Crowley and Aziraphale. They are both looking at the Bentley arguing about how they should go about getting in. Aziraphale wants to just walk up to it and Crowley insists that is a terrible idea and that the car will never allow it. Aziraphale gets fed up and goes to the car... the car moves away. They begin chasing the car around, neither are successful. This triggers an emotional moment in which Crowley and Aziraphale actually talk about everything that happened and apologize to one another and hug.
The Bentley comes back and opens its door.
The next scene shows them driving around London looking for Jesus. They have a bit of an awkward moment where they start to talk about the kiss, but then a storm breaks out. Fish rain from the sky. We zoom out and find the forces of Heaven and Hell beginning to arrive.
We see them face off against one another... and then something happens. The storm rages above them. Adam and Jesus walk up. We get to see a moment in which they face off against Heaven and Hell and essentially scolded them because HOW DARE THEY STILL BE DOING THIS NONSENSE ON OUR PLANET!
Crowley and Aziraphale drive up. They step out of the car. Crowley has the book of life.
Adam immediately jumps on it, gasping and demanding to know where the demon got it.
Anthony J. Crowley puts on the performance of his life. Reminding Hell and Heaven that they had demanded to be left alone. And now their Side has the book. Aziraphale steps around and a little wave.
Aziraphale summons a thing of fire and Crowley opens the book and begins paging through the pages, narrating the pages he's flipping through (they are in alphabetical order). He reaches Heaven and Hell. Heaven and Hell are ordered to drop their weapons and leave. ("I think it would be best if you left us alone. Don't you?")
Crowley points out that this is their second warning. Heaven and Hell leave.
Once they are gone, Aziraphale and Crowley sort of deflate, amazed that their plan worked.
Jesus looks around and asks what's up with the book of life. He reveals that there is no book of life. Crowley and Aziraphale hesitate and then reveal the truth...
FLASHBACK to about a year ago! Aziraphale is shown leaving from Heaven and stomping his way through a building. He knocks on a door... it opens and reveals a very sober Crowley who has been madly cleaning his flat.
Aziraphale shoulders past and demands a drink. Crowley, at a loss, brings out the wine. They drink for a while. Crowley is significantly more sober than Aziraphale who will not stop complaining about how awful Heaven is and all the funny things he's done (he takes great joy in describing the reaction of every angel when they go past the tea bar he set up). Somehow the book of life is brought up and Aziraphale reveals that the book doesn't actual exist. It really was a story to scare the cherubs. They talk about how scared Heaven and Hell are of something that doesn't exist...
That triggers an idea. They look at one another and the heist begins. Yes they are still drunk.
It's revealed that setting up the book of life was part of the plan. It's actually just a blank fancy notebook. They use a joint miracle to convince everyone the book is real. Later, Aziraphale as Crowley steals the book and delivers it to Crowley who is waiting in the elevator. They switch back and fuck with the camera so that no one sees Aziraphale at all.
The end is the two of them going to the Ritz and when they leave, new reveal, they don't go back to the bookshop or Crowley's flat. They drive to the South Downs discussing how they have to put the bookshelves together and put the book of life away.
You guys... what if they can do more than watch the other realities? What if they can actually live through them? Like they can go into the globes and live through each reality? Because I am in TEARS over the idea of it.
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