Tending my night garden

Yes! It’s *so* abstract and metatextual and pleased with itself that it becomes completely divorced from its own context and characters. This is why it’s so deeply unsatisfying, even more than the poor quality writing or the lack of budget or lack of intimacy. The whole thing felt like an uncanny valley version of the GO tv show I knew and loved.

The end of good omens 3 except instead of Satan and God showing up in the bookshop it’s the delivery man from s1 to pick up the backup copy of the Book of Life that has been there all along.

See! A better ending is so easy to think up.

The best part of getting older is aging out of the demographic that gets killed in horror movies. I am now the age of the kooky local at the gas station who warns the band of college kids not to go to Camp Murderblood

okay okay okay I get it, it's not Gabriel and Beelzebub disappearing off together that was the intended mirror, it's the Gabriel and Beelzebub disappearing, gotcha

Sorry to ask questions about the media that centers a character who has been persecuted for asking questions that wasn’t very blindly faithful of me

they were just some guys. the whole point was that they were just some guys. they met in Eden. Aziraphale didn't like Crowley because he met him as an angel and saw the good in him. he met him as a demon on a random day that was the most important day in the beginning of the world because they both made it that way. they met and they quite simply hit it off. they kept meeting again and again because they sought each other out, not because some red string of fate twirled by god forced them together. two like-minded emissaries on earth. they liked each other from the start and neither felt bad about it at all. they both recognized that angels and demons were the same. they were equals. they challenged each other and grew together but also they were lazy bastards who didn't care about humans all that much. they cared about their earthly pleasures, like driving irresponsibly fast and hoarding treasures. they wanted to save the earth mostly for egoistical reasons, though humanity as a whole and as a concept had also grown dear to them. they were never more important than anyone else. they were not god's best or specialest little angels or grim-dark generals or leaders of armies or people called upon to make decisions on behalf of anyone. they weren't even good at what they were supposed to do, often consciously so. one was not better or smarter or more right than the other. they were some guys and they didn't give a fuck and they gave all the fucks and cared so much and they were truly, absolutely bastards worth knowing. their friendship and love story was so grand because it was not grand. they were supposed to be just some guys.

On a hater reblog binge

I have settled on #go3 critical as my primary tag for finale-related analysis, but team. Team. #bad omens was RIGHT THERE.

So right