It's been almost 48 hours. I have processed the finale. I'm past my grievances. I've ran out of the conventional stages of grief and I'm currently on the secret 6th one. It's time for memes
am I allowed to post this now or am I gonna get jumped
Im in the group that actually liked the finale, I've got my issues for sure, but I liked it overall. Iâve got many ideas to play with.
but holy shit, I donât think Iâve ever seen such absolute complete VITRIOL from a fandom before. Itâs totally fine if you did or didnât like it, but watching people tear each other apart for either opinion is CRAZY đ whyâd I get death threats for saying I didnât hate it.
Please donât start discourse in the comments or reblogs, I donât really want to hear it.
Depending on how this goes over, I might have to take my leave from the fandom until things calm down. Iâm tired yall đ
I watched the finale this morning and I liked it!! Please do not start discourse in the tags/in this post, if you dislike it, we can always choose our own path <3
I did this for the two days before the final, I wanted to do another painting but couldnât decide which one, so I combined them!!!
After MUCH anticipation and excitement, the fic and art for the good omens winter big bang is here!! Little teaser post with the cover and the fic will be posted later :)
Just saw ai generated Aziraphale on this app and it caused me physical pain so do me a favour and put your good omens fanart in the reblogs. Don't care about quality. Could be stick figures for all i care or a black line next to a shorter white line. Just fuck ai
âYouâre being an idiot, you know,â said Anathema, her voice sharp and edged like steel.
Crowley could feel the red-hot burn of her glare on the back of his neck but ignored her, continuing to scrub away at the Bentleyâs deck, choosing instead to focus on the intense, pleasant, grounding ache of his arms. âJust go and talk to him!â
Crowley was on his feet before he could think about it, the sodden sponge falling into the bucket of soapy water with a loud plop before he whirled around to fix his dark-glassed gaze on the obstinate young woman on the dock. She was stood with her arms crossed, her long skirt and dark hair being whipped about in the chill spring breeze, her feet planted apart to stop her from being blown into the water. Her dark eyes were hard, unforgiving coals, and her mouth set in a thin line.
He grunted. ââSânone of your business, Nat. âN it⊠iâs not⊠n-not that easyâŠâ
Something in Anathemaâs huge brown eyes softened, and Crowleyâs stomach flipped. He turned away, heading towards the boatâs cabin, far away from this conversation, from things he wasnât equipped to deal with.
From behind him, he heard her soft sigh, almost lost to the tide as she called out to his retreating back. âYou know, ships are safe in harbours, CrowleyâŠâ
He slammed the cabin door shut behind him, but not quickly enough.
ââŠbut thatâs not what ships are for!â
He let out a low, soft hiss as he gripped the steering wheel, knuckles turning white as his vision began to blur.
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