Happy birthday, serial Good Omens! Thank you for coming into my life. Thank you for giving me the strength to believe that the story I love so much has no ending.
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Happy birthday, serial Good Omens! Thank you for coming into my life. Thank you for giving me the strength to believe that the story I love so much has no ending.
i hate that i’m not over the gomens finale yet. i want to be a much stronger person. i want to be like oh well it’s just a tv show and canon doesn’t mean anything and i am. i do. mostly. like 70% of the time. or so. idk. and then there’s a wave of grief just crashing over me again
Right there with you. It’s not “just a TV show,” is the way I think about it. It’s all the real-life things this story connects with, all of the real-life hopes and fears and sorrows, all of the pieces of ourselves.
I do love the book, but from the time I saw the show, I saw that These Characters As Portrayed were everything and must be allowed to be happy.
No matter how much projecting we are doing, the idea that these traumatised, lovely, clever, anxious beings that distanced themselves from their people because they couldn't go along with them, and who are exactly the kind that our society has less and less tolerance for-- that they could succeed and heal together happily? It was everything. I don't know if it hurt more that they-as-themselves failed, or how they did, or how they were first contorted into uncanny imitations of themselves first to rip apart the parts of our souls who love them so dearly by not being who we think know they are and taint not only their present (recent?) selves but also themselves through the entire canon? There's a post somewhere on Tumblr that through loving characters we identify with, we learn to love ourselves. What happens now?
i don’t know where we go now. but i found this comment very comforting. let’s go there and hold hands
"Rejecting something and refusing it to have power over you sounds like a very Pratchett thing to do."
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.
And stay safe everyone!
friendly reminder that aziraphale made crowley smile in rome when he realized he was in a foul mood
that he blushed when he described crowley as a wily adversary (keeps me on my toes)
that he smiled when he realized the bentley was back without a scratch after having blown up
that he refused crowley a suicide pill
that he kept an eye on crowley for 26 years after 1941, then sought him out and gave him the holy water so that he didn't have to get it himself. but i can't have you risking your life. not even for something dangerous. if we must quote it then at least let's quote it right.
that he went to hell for crowley and made sure they wouldn't bother him anymore
that he only ever cared about crowley not being destroyed
that no way aziraphale didn't check on crowley in three years
friendly reminder that aziraphale would never give up crowley without a fight, not even if crowley asked
I'm just going to say it - body hair (and beauty standards in general) is truly one of the final frontiers of women's issues in the West. Too many women just love their gilded cage too much. It shocks me how virulently women will defend it. I barely open my mouth and the "well I like how it feels. it just makes me feel cleaner. sensory issues. I do it for me. feminism is about choosing (to conform)." brigade come rushing in by the dozens.
Well I don't like how it feels. I don't feel cleaner without body hair. I don't prefer not having body hair. But who will advocate for women like me, but me? For women who do like hair removal, they are advocated for every time they step out of the house and see 99% of the female population also conforming to that standard, or when they watch a movie and see all the shaved actresses, or view an advertisment, or open a magazine, or watch a music video, or scroll through social media, or walk down the streets without receiving insults and glares for having a completely normal bodily feature.
You genuinely can't even point out that hairlessness is a man-made standard without women losing their shit and acting like they are totally immune to propaganda they've been exposed to from birth. I'm so tired.
"The finale of Amazon Prime’s fantasy series Good Omens was supposed to be a gift to its fans, bringing closure and peace to the love story between the angel Aziraphale and the demon Crowley. How did it end up leaving so many furious and brokenhearted instead?"
From the article "Good Omens Revels in Heartbreak" - read below
“If the finale is a love letter to fandom and fanfiction, it’s a love letter to the ability of fans to create better stories than these characters than the ones we actually got…. ones that use our own free will to say, ‘Here’s how this story goes.’”
What an absolute banger of a line
this hairstyle was so gorgeous but i have no idea how to draw it
Some of us need to remember that Season 3 doesn’t have to count. Season 2 either for that matter.
Just go with Season 1 and maybe the extra flashbacks and carry on.
Happy pride month to everyone! and to my fav genderfluid, agender; demon and angel.
This month’s ineffable toast- why not have frou frou cocktails and celebrate my favorite month of the year? 🥳🏳️🌈💜
Oddly, I feel happier and more at peace right now than I did in the same time frame after s2 dropped. It’s not that the ending as shown was (imo) happy, and it’s not that I liked the bittersweet angle. It’s that the whole thing strayed so far from what good omens meant and means to me that I can simply disregard it and go back to my happy place (book/s1).
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If you are a queer Good Omens fan... *hugs* I feel you. I feel your anger, your frustratation, your grieving and sadness for a space and media that was meant to welcome us, that was meant to make us feel safe.
If you are deeply upset about the ending, you aren't alone, and you shouldn't feel ashamed for feeling this way. You have every right. Us people of the queer community, we are tired. We are tired that our stories never are fully heard, that our queer representation in media always ends in some form of cosmic tragedy. So many queer couples or characters we see ourselves in end up dead, separated, or we were led to believe their relationship would matter only for it to be treated like bait. It's as if people keep telling us we don't deserve love, that we don't deserve joy. That we should be greatful for the crumbs they give us, and we are so tired.
Good Omens wasn't suppoused to be like this. Aziraphale and Crowley's love for each other was meant to be taken seriously, it was building up for emotional cathartic moments follwing reflective messages. This show means a lot to queer people specifically,because we barely get stories where a relationship like theirs is allowed to exist with that much complexity and sincerity without being reduced to a joke or treated like an afterthought.
And some of us really did get to see ourselves in them: in the longing, in the restraint.
There's many queer people who feel connected to Crowley, with his rebellion, with the way he exists outside of every system that tried to define him, and with how alienated he often feels while still refusing to give up on what he believes is right. It's admirable to see a character whom has been cast out, labeled as wrong but still chooses love, still strives to stand up for his personal beliefs no matter what it costs him.
A lot of people in the LGBTQ+ community know what it feels like to be made to feel “other,” to live with that distance between yourself and the systems or communities that were supposed to welcome you, and to still keep searching for a place where you can exist honestly. Crowley carried so much of that.
I personally saw myself so much in Aziraphale, his character arc meant so much to me as someone who has a complicated relationship with religion and my queerness. Watching him wrestle between duty and desire. The way he tries so hard to do “good” while loving someone he wasn’t supposed to love felt painfully real. As a queer person who grew up trying to reconcile love with systems that taught us that love was wrong, and Aziraphale embodied that conflict with so much compassion and humanity. His journey mattered so much to me, to see him unlearn fear, to see him keep trying to choose love despite everything he had been taught.
Aziraphale, to me personally, represented that deeply human conflict of wanting to believe in goodness and belonging while also trying to make peace with parts of yourself you were taught to fear.
So it hurt deeply to see how unresolved his arc felt in season 3. Because for so many of us, his story was never just about whether he and Crowley would end up together. It was about watching someone who had spent so long carrying shame and trying to earn his place finally reach a point where he could choose love without fear.
And what do we get? instead of finally giving Crowley and Aziraphale the honest emotional payoff their story had been building toward, We get half-assed conversations between Crowley and Aziraphale that don't go anwhere. After everything they had been through together, it felt like they were still being kept at a distance from the very truth the story spent so long asking us to invest in.
And then the ending asks us to accept a sacrifice where they reboot the universe into one without angels or demons, without the versions of themselves we followed and loved. It's like they straight up ripped everything we saw ourselves in and loved apart and laughed in our faces.
These two characters loved each other so much, and the story's direction was never aimed for them to just disappear. These characters suffured so much, longed so much and chose each other over and over again just for the ending to make all of this feel futile.
Not just to the characters, but to us viewers who felt emotionally invested. Especially queer viewers who found something deeply personal in their story. For a lot of us, their relationship felt safe. It felt like seeing pieces of ourselves reflected back with tenderness. And when a story spends years building that trust, asking us to care, , to believe in where these characters are headed—only to make that journey feel like it led nowhere, the hurt goes beyond simple disappointment.
And then, the political climate we are living in makes the ending even more grim. At a time when queer people are still having to defend our right to exist openly, stories like Good Omens matter in a very real way. This story become more than entertainment. They become places where people feel seen, understood, and safe.
That’s part of why this ending feels so heavy. A story about two characters who spent centuries resisting rigid systems and finding home in each other ends without that love being fully honored, instead it ends with their disappearance. With sacrifice. With the versions of them we loved no longer getting to exist at all.
And this just, adds wound to the salt. Because queer people are constantly being told, in ways both subtle and explicit, that our lives, our love, and our futures are still up for debate. So for Good Omens, a show that lets be honest, has a major queer audience, erase Aziraphale and Crowley's romantic history and the thematic messages along with it.
We were genuienly left with nothing. The alternative versions of them didn't even feel authentically like Aziraphale and Crowley, so it doesn't hit. They get married yes, but we didn't really get to see the progression of their love or get to know these new versions on a deep level, so does it matter?
Aziraphale and Crowley didn't even get to kiss. And if you read them as aroace, that’s genuinely valid—people connect to these characters in different ways, and that interpretation matters too. A lack of physical romance can feel meaningful and affirming to a lot of people, and that deserves respect.
Howeveeer: they have kissed before.
But narratively, that’s also why this feels so frustrating for many viewers, because the story itself had already crossed that line. By season 2 especially, the emotional and romantic buildup was no longer subtle implication or fandom projection. The story intentionally framed their relationship as romantic, built around confession and choices neither of them could keep avoiding.
So the frustration isn’t “they needed a kiss or the story failed.” It’s that the narrative itself spent years building up so much intimacy and love between them in a way that clearly pointed toward resolution.
Which is why ending their story without ever letting them truly reach each other feels so painful. Not because every love story needs romance expressed the same way, but because their story was written around longing and around finally crossing emotional boundaries they had spent centuries avoiding.
The only kiss we have of them is genuienly emotionally devastating. It's a desperate declaration of love. It happens in the middle of fear and the unbearable realization that they want the same thing but can’t reach each other in that moment. And that’s exactly why so many people hoped the story would eventually let them have more than that.
And then, their love doesn't necesarly need to be translated with a kiss in season 3, sure. But it's not like we got any straight forward confession that mattered, and even if we had a semblance of one, it doesn't end up being relevant BECAUSE THEIR ENTIRE EXISTENCE AND HISTORY GETS ERASED.
Also, Crowely and Aziraphale are non-binary, and in the reboot version of them that gets erased too. Which also fucking sucks.
LGBTQ+ good omens fans, I love you, I hear you and you have every right to grieve this show. Please, keep creating fanarts, comics, and fanfics for our voices to atleast still exist in this media and fandom. You guys are amazing and what keeps this space alive with so much love and passion.
Me: *Removes my cat from my lap to do something else.*
My cat: Father is...evil? Father is unyielding? Father is incapable of love? I am running away. I am packing my little rucksack and going out to explore the world as a lone vagabond. I can no longer thrive in this household.
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Glad to see we’re all in agreement that cats talk like disparaged victorian children
I am so incredibly glad we finally moved on from "i can has". Cats are clearly smart enough for advanced sentence structure and dumb enough to draw entirely incorrect conclusions about what they're talking about.
My cat, banging the cabnet door over and over and over: bang bang bang
Me: you will not earn what you desire by banging the cabinet door.
My cat: This is a test of wills, is it not? We shall see if your ability to put up with my incessant banging outlasts my eternal lust for snackie treats. Years of conditioning have hardened me for this purpose. bang bang bang
Me: ksst!
My cat, throwing herself to the ground like she's been shot: Oh! Oh I have been assailed in my own home! Have mercy, have pity! Surely in the cruel darkness of your heart there is some mote of goodness that might stay your hand! Do not strike me, I pray you!
Me: ok
My cat, after waiting about 3 minutes: bang bang bang
Can haz snackytreat
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On a meta level, Good Omens S3 was EMOTIONAL ABUSE.
... Meaning, I'm pretty sure Neil Gaiman did it ON PURPOSE, knowing how much it would upset the fans.
Neil knew how badly we wanted Aziraphale and Crowley (OUR version of Aziraphale and Crowley---the specific version of them we met in Season 1) to be together. He knew we wanted to see them resolve their issues and ultimately choose to be with each other in the end.
Instead, Aziraphale and Crowley forgo that emotional journey in favor of unnecessary pain. Neither of them experience real character growth in the finale; they are shown to be the worst and unhappiest versions of themselves, without getting a real shot at redemption. They never fix their communication issues. They don't express their true, authentic feelings for one another (don't @ me with that bullshit hand kiss thing). They never manage to get on the same page emotionally---even when they both agree to commit suicide (which I'm pretty sure was not the "one thing" Aziraphale wanted).
"Why give me Crowley? Why make me complete and then take it away?"
EMOTIONAL WITHHOLDING is a common abuse tactic utilized by men like Neil. They enjoy creating ATTACHMENT in their victims and then "TAKING IT AWAY".
It's easy to see how much Neil enjoyed frustrating his fans in retrospect. He actively taunted us on social media with the catchphrase "WAIT AND SEE" and threatened to make Aziraphale and Crowley kiss---but in a way we "wouldn't like". He loved dangling the implied promise of a happy ending over our heads, which we now know he never planned to deliver on.
Neil was unkind to his audience. He was also unkind to his characters. Aziraphale and Crowley are treated as punching bags throughout the entire series---shown to be "messy" for the sake of entertainment, but not as a real obstacle for either of them to overcome. God herself says she enjoys seeing how much Aziraphale values his relationship with Crowley. And this turns out to be her justification for "taking it away". (Tell me THAT isn't some fucked up shit.) Aziraphale and Crowley experience real emotional pain as the result of her actions---and this is demonstrated by the incredible acting skills of Michael Sheen and David Tennant.
Neil explicitly sold this as "a love story" when he created the show. Based on the tone of the book, an eventual union between Aziraphale and Crowley would have made the most narrative sense. It would have emphasized the overarching themes of love, agency, and the futility of "choosing sides". But that would have required Neil to possess the same ethos as Terry Pratchett---meaning LOVE AND RESPECT FOR FELLOW HUMAN BEINGS.
We were never going to get a good love story out of Neil. Men like Neil get off on "PUNISHING" people for no apparent reason; he obviously did this with our beloved characters, to disastrous result. Nonetheless, we still manage to ascribe deeper meaning to Aziraphale and Crowley, thanks to the phenomenal acting team and the dedication of this fandom. Aziraphale and Crowley remain the greatest love story of all time, not because of anything Neil actually wrote, but because of everything that was projected onto them by the people who cared. We assigned their relationship a depth "Neil himself" never could have imagined---one that exemplifies our maximalist ideals of love and the decision to choose it again and again, in spite of everything. It is never going to "end" on Neil's preferred terms. In this rare instance, fan interpretation STILL MANAGES TO ECLIPSE THE SOURCE MATERIAL---and that is because LOVE is always a more powerful story than ABUSE.