I’m tired of queer folks sacrificing themselves for the greater good while they get none of their own.
I’m tired of queer characters being reduced to sacrificial lambs.
I’m tired of queer couples never getting a happy selfish ending, and you know what? Aziraphale and Crowley are selfish beings. And not selfish in the bad sense but in the human sense. They have never been selfless and that’s a good thing— they wanted each other when they technically shouldn’t have, they wanted to indulge in earthly delights like food and gambling and cars and music.
I’m sorry, but you just cannot convince me that Crowley out of the two of them would do such a 180 and abruptly choose another universe over his angel, or over a life with his angel that wasn’t doused in fear. I just don’t buy it. It’s not the fact that they became human, which I actually wouldn’t have minded— it’s that they were annihilated. Asa and Anthony are not Aziraphale and Crowley. There is no explicit evidence to prove otherwise and people are who they are because of their experiences and pasts. If there had been then this would be an entirely different matter, but there was nothing. Aziraphale and Crowley and all the people and things they fought for over thousands of years are gone. That’s it. Poof.
This wasn’t a comedy and it wasn’t a romance; it was a tragedy. It was a gloomy sort of tragedy, the exact thing Crowley always hated from Shakespeare. All of their love was scrubbed away in the name of a humanity they never knew, and the one who had always wanted to choose Aziraphale, chose death instead.
Everyone already had Free Will, including the two of them, which was one of the majors points of the first two seasons. But now they have nothing. They’re nothing.
And I’m just so fucking angry. Everyone deserved better and queer folks deserve a queer story with an unambiguously happy ending without the pressure of accepting destruction as something to be celebrated. We deal with enough destruction on a day to day basis.
I’m tired of queer tragedies.
