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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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He’s like a strange cat-snake-thing
There was definitely something very weird about them, she decided. Aziraphale bowed again. “So glad to have been of assistance,” he said. “Thank you,” said Anathema, icily. “Can we get on?” said Crowley. “Goodnight, miss. Get in, angel.“ Ah. Well, that explained it. She had been perfectly safe after all.
War in Heaven | Charcoal Drawing.
We're an angel / a witch / christ & a demon / a witchfinder / the adversary [...] we're hereditary enemies.
&& Last scenes.
My thoughts about the Good Omens Finale
Note: I do not wish to convince anyone of my opinion or be convinced of theirs, I just want to write down how I feel about the finale. Also, I've heard that the creators are getting some hate messages, omg? Please if you have a slightest inclination to do that or to be mean to someone because you disagree with them then log off the internet and go for a walk... try to find a rainbow, feed peas to a duck ❤.
Simply put... I hated the finale. During while some things felt quite rushed I was thinking that it's because of the 6 episodes to 90 minutes shortening and even if it won't be perfect it will still be worth it because of the ending. And then came the scene in the bookshop with God and Satan and our ineffables after which they... died. And then we saw some two human clones who looked like them ending up together.
...
Crying, I couldn't have believed my eyes. The finale killed Aziraphale and Crowley and all the characters we came to know and love and replaced them with some random people who looked like them and we are supposed to care about?
Have I really just watch Soho struggle, learn that Mutt have died, Nina and Maggie had to leave, and people there were barely hanging on to be given a bit of hope by Jesus so they would be erased and this wouldn't matter at all?
I can't even start to begin to describe how much this is not Good Omens that I love. My words fail me and I am left stuttering and waving my hands erratically.
Not starting again but fix what we have has been an important point of Good Omens. Same as Job and his wife don't want some new children but the old ones. But somehow replacing the Earth is the ideal ending now?
The finale is trying to convince us that it's better because now there won't be any Hell and Heaven with their influences, but the big part of Good Omens was always that the humans do have their free will unlike most angels and demons - and all the big events on Earth like World Wars or Spanish Inquisition are created by humans, no matter how many coins Crowley glues on the pavement. If this was truly a problem then even a God's edict that from now no direct influencing people would do (not that we have that much reason to believe that there was that much influencing going on in the first place - most demons and angels kept to their dominions and Aziraphale and Crowley had The Arrangement), Aziraphale and Crowley could have been left on the Earth to make sure no such things was happening. But no, let's throw this all out, kill everyone and start over with real dinosaurs this time because it will surely be better... or will it? The humanity without Hell and Heaven seems the same to me in the ending. Hmm.
The whole scene with the God and Satan (what happens to him? who knows) where God calls Aziraphale lazy felt very very weird.
My brain is completely baffled why I should care about some random two men that look like Aziraphale and Crowley when I just saw my ineffables die. It's not them. It's like someone killed me and cloned me. I would not be very happy about it. And I know that some people like to say it is at least an imprint of them because they created the universe and they find each other in every universe over and over but nothing like is stated there, it is just wishful thinking of a broken heart imho. Aziraphale and Crowley are dead after Aziraphale spend years trying to make Heaven better and Crowley spent years in depression...
...which is another thing of itself:
Crowley is an optimist. (so seeing him in the finale makes me want to put the gif of from The Godfather: "look how they massacred my boy" here :D)
I hate this trend where you have an uplifting funny movie/season/book/something and you see that it is successful and people love it because it gives them comfort and hope and you go "oh but what if we make it drama where suddenly our characters full of hope and energy are depressed and see dying as the only option because surely that is what the fans of the original material appreciate". Fuck that.
I can't help it but the finale doesn't feel like Pratchett. At all. Perhaps there is a reason for that:
I have decided that I will consider only the book and S1 the canon in my head (perhaps with occasional visits from Bildad, Muriel or Furfur ;)). But I simply can't take this ending into my heart.
I have been waiting for the Finale to find out if it rekindles my passion for Good Omens, which sort of died away after the info about NG came out. I'm afraid it hasn't and I don't plan to update this blog much more anymore, perhaps sometimes if I see something that I want to share but I am not sure how much. Thank you for following me all these years, it's been a blast ❤.
(I still love Good Omens. I am going to The Ineffable Con 7 and I will look forward to meeting you there or at another opportunity. ❤❤❤)
Crowley’s hairstyles/looks - down through the ages
See also: The 2019 [ Season One ] version The 2023 [ Season Two ] version
Bonus: Professor Anthony J. Crowley, Physicist
Not saying thank you
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Older Torchwood fic rec list (ao3 edition)
My much longer rec list of Torchwood fics that were never transferred to ao3 is still in the works, but here's a rec list of really amazing older (meaning pre-2013) fics that were transferred to ao3! I'm listing them in no particular order.
The Battle Of Songhu by azn-jack-fiend - "In the long run, we don't have a chance in hell," Captain Buffalo Yang said in English.
Object Permanence by solsticezero - After the events of Exit Wounds, Ianto is left with lingering anxieties about the safety of the people he loves.
Just Another (Bloody) Day At Torchwood by knitwritezombie - Aliens seeking asylum land in Splott, creating an interesting (and long) day for the Torchwood crew.
we rebel against our better judgement (and fall despite our best intentions) by anonymous - Like all great stories, it starts with an ‘I love you’.
In Your Image by blackbird_song - Jack and Ianto sitting in a tree: Torchwood-style
Management Of Dead Bodies In Disaster Situations: A Field Manual by heddychaa - Darragh Edmonds is a so-called "disaster specialist". Called to the site of tsunamis, earth quakes, floods, terrorist attacks, he takes up the grim task of putting order to human remains, and he does it well. Cleaning up after a biological attack on Thames House should make for a comparatively easy day for Darragh: after all, the bodies of Thames House have even been so considerate as to pile themselves right at the front door for him. That is, until he's sworn to secrecy and sent, alone, to collect two bodies from the building's eerie top floor.
Proof Of Your Existence by sarcasticchick - Can you offer me proof of your existence? How can you? When neither modern science nor philosophy can explain what life is.
Roses In December by remuslives23 - Memories of better times assailed him, snippets of his life ticking over in his mind like flashes of scenes from a film, faster and faster until he couldn't breathe then the floodgates flew open, and he couldn't stop the crippling pain from bending him in two.
Tea And Sympathy by osprey_archer - Soon after Jack's disappearance, Owen takes sick. Ianto goes to check on him.
I Am Not My Own by methylethyl - "Torchwood's disability pay is about this big--" Ianto held up his thumb and index finger, about two centimeters apart. "--and comes out of a gun at a thousand meters per second."
Nemo Me Impune Lacessit by derryderrydown - "You let Ianto fall into the Rift," Jack said, with a level of strained calm that had Owen edging towards the door. "Alright." He took a deep breath. "But you should know that nobody sleeps until we find him. And I'm probably going to fire you all."
They Still Write Poetry In The Fifty First Century by golden_d - "Today I looked out," she reads, "and I saw my name among the stars."
A Vision Too Removed To Mention by pocky_slash - In which Ianto is stuck in a time loop that feels more like hell.
Little Separate Incidents by heddychaa - It's June 26th, 2010 and Ianto Jones is alive.
Kingdom Of Air by lookninjas - Torchwood Three is sent to the Himalayas to recover a mysterious artifact. In the thin, cold air of the world's tallest mountains, aliens aren't the only danger. But that's not to say that the mountains are the only danger either.
Shadows Will Fall Behind You by solsticezero - It kept him tethered to the physical, even as his head seemed to expand infinitely, encompass everything, the way the lighthouse did.
PTSD: Post Torchwood Stress Disorder by waldo - It's been two and a half years since Canary Wharf. It's been a year since Lisa. And Jack is just now realizing what the real toll has all been on Ianto and the other survivors of Torchwood One. Now he needs to fix a big thing done badly before anyone else dies.
The Dominant Line Between Life And Death by ladyflowdi - In the space of a heartbeat, between the rhythmic pulse of life itself, Ianto’s world is split in two. There is only the Before and the After, the Once Was and Is Now, as if someone has cut him right down the middle, a perfect sagittal seam that has equal parts guts, eyes, and heart. He is coexisting with himself, and the other Ianto won’t stop screaming.
No Word For Yes by copperbadge - Someday he will have a Jack-to-English dictionary. Though it will contain more than just the words, he supposes. And be unsuitable for children.
Down Time by jadesfire - For all that Jack said it wouldn't, Gwen found it hard to believe that his luck was never going to run out.
To The End by sheldrake - He always means it at the time.
Light Shining Through Water by etharei - Ianto hates not knowing what to do, being uncertain of his place, and thus quite loathes his life these days. But he has enough dignity left to want to do his job, as best as he can, if that is all he can have.
Getting There by zinnith - Time doesn't heal all wounds but it does help numb the pain.
But One Man Loved The Pilgrim Soul In You by lannamichaels - Ianto has never believed in luck. If he survives this, he'll start.
Ceaseless by pocketmouse - The Owen Jack hires is not the Owen we meet in Everything Changes
Lacunae by kenaz - There's quite a bit that Jack has forgotten.
Lessons From Yesterday by demotu - Jack’s experiences have left him broken. Some old friends step in to help him through it.
Klein Bottle by Basingstoke - Right now, Jack is living in linear time. He wasn't in the past. He won't be in the future.
Amends by dsudis - The thing in the dark was what he'd come for, and Ianto had not come empty-handed.
Night That Never Was by xtricks - The night after John Hart rode the Rift out of Cardiff didn't exist. Jack and Ianto take that time for themselves.
Digita1 Gir1 by nancybrown - AU. Lisa is human. Mostly.
Tuesday's Dead by nancybrown - Cutting a möbius strip is harder than it looks.
The Argonaut's Tale by sariagray - “I have a story for you, Captain, should you choose to listen.”
The Quiet Room by copperbadge - "Inside this room, no one talks," Ianto said, his voice carefully neutral. "It isn't allowed. What goes on here stays here and, outside of it, never happened. Other than that there are no rules, in a manner of speaking."
The Master Of His Fate by jadesfire - Post-Countrycide, Ianto gets some answers from Jack.
Gwen Discovers Flat Holm by sarcasticchick - History is not inevitable.
First And Last by leofuller & plotbunniesinc - An early morning phone call brings bad news to Torchwood only weeks after the loss of Tosh and Owen – the police have found the SUV burnt out at the foot of a cliff, and Torchwood have to carry on without Ianto. Jack refuses to accept that Ianto’s not coming back despite all the evidence to the contrary – but maybe there’s more to the crash then they realise…
Things Hidden by silver_sun - A tourist’s film footage posted on the internet leads Jack, Gwen and Ianto to Hen Coed Cwrt, a supposedly haunted manor house in mid Wales. Struggling to work as a team following the deaths of Owen and Tosh this case could be the thing that finally tears them apart or brings them back together.
Stuck In Traffic At The Magic Roundabout by xwingace - "Hold it right there," a voice behind Jack rang, accompanied by the sound of a blaster charging for a shot. Lethal charge, by the sound of the whine. But that wasn't what sent sudden cold shivers down Jack's spine despite the burning midday sun.
Abort, Retry, Fail? by caledonius72 - Rhydygrisiau is picture perfect, a model town. Torchwood knows there is no such thing as perfection. Just what is going on?
Lost Woman Song by apiphile - The first time Gwen wakes up screaming she's at home, and Rhys wakes up beside her with a start.
Need (Illegitimate) by arkady - Jack's gone and everything's falling apart.
They deserve the world 🤍
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They're having a romantic and wet date night 🍷
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crowley + finale outfits (requested by @alwayysblue)
with a little smooch! 💖
Crowley & his plants - He had heard about talking to plants in the early seventies, on Radio Four, and thought it was an excellent idea
In every time and place, in every lifetime and universe💫