Good Omens!! Tennant and Sheen!! đđ Once just peacefully obsessed with Star Trek Enterprise & Trip Tucker, now swept away by the Good Omens maelstrom. Also love DS9, Next Generation, Voyager, flowers, photography, music, tea parties (with cake!), colour & clouds.
Since you motherfuckers are as thirsty as me, hereâs every single frame of Aziraphale feeling indulgent relief in the beginning of the time-bubble at the end of the world. I sliced it TO THE INDIVIDUAL FRAME on either side.
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Like, okay, there's a level where I'm trying to be like "I have to engage with the baseline of what the story was clearly attempting to convey via it's framing and directorial choices and basic narrative structure. And the story that Good Omens Season 3 is trying to tell is that Crowley and Aziraphale have defeated God by convincing Her to make a Godless Universe. This is them wrestling some sort of agency out of God's rigged game, breaking the Ineffable Plan, and giving all of us free will"...
But also the thing is that it is so so easy, temptingly easy even, to make the argument that they never truly outplayed God, that everything that happened was exactly according to Her plan, that the Ineffable Plan was to get these two to sacrifice their lives to create a Godless Universe, that Crowley and Aziraphale just lost one final time in the Ineffable Poker Game for infinite stakes.
After all, why DID the Metatron think Aziraphale would be a good candidate for replacement Supreme Archangel? (and not any other of the 10 million Angels out there, or, say, one of the 4+ perfectly good actual Archangels hanging around Heaven who haven't repeatedly committed acts of treasons?) We never got any sort of decent explanation for thatâŚ
And how come Hell only bothered to revoke Crowley's access to Miracles just now, after letting him get away with it for years?
Well, a potential explanation would be that God was the one who actually told Metatron to promote Aziraphale and that God pulled the strings to finally suspend Crowley's Miracle Account, to get Crowley to his lowest point, to make him miserable and pessimistic and waste years gambling on rigged games, all to make him give up on Free Will and give up on his lifeâŚ
Meanwhile, Aziraphale goes along with his decision out of Love, the same Love that God has already said is 'Predictable'. So⌠wouldn't They have predicted that Aziraphale would agree to Crowley's 'Heroic Sacrifice' right at that moment?
And how come Crowley and Aziraphale even survived after the entire Book of Life burned? Well, what was the explanation for how Satan survived? It made for a 'Good Story' for God.
So is that why Crowley and Aziraphale survived? Because God wanted Her favorite little ship around for the final round of the Universe? Why, what is the Story She was trying to 'tell' with this ending? Maybe the Story was just⌠GO3?
And why did She even entertain Crowley and Aziraphale's questions and requests? She had no reason too, if She truly wanted to end the Universe once and for all, She could've just done it. She didn't have any obligation to follow Crowley's request for a new universe either? Maybe because this what She planned all along?
When Crowley and Aziraphale made their request, they didn't actually specify they wanted an Earth and Humans in that new Universe, God tossed it in (even though you'd think Predetermining Evolution like that would go against some sort of Free Will..), maybe because that was already in the Plan?
After all, the World was destroyed, exactly as the Great Plan said it wouldâŚ
If they actually restored that old world, you can say the Great Plan has been defied or broken. But is making a new Universe breaking it, or just continuing on the part that no one but God has ever seen?
Like, the thing is that we already introduced the concept of "actually, what if you just THINK what is happening now is going against the Plan but since the Plan is Ineffable and Nothing Can Be Against God's Will, so is just what She Planned All Along!"
Originally, it was presented jovially, with an optimistic, or at least ambivalent tone. Well, if anything you do is part of God's Plan, then you can do whatever you feel like! Maybe God wants Adam to choose his destiny, maybe God doesn't want the Universe to end, maybe God just wants Humans to have Free Will?
But then GO3 decided that, no, God is a straightforward antagonist that wants the world to end, and the existence of Her and Her Ineffability means that there is no Free Will and this world is not "real". It even emphasized the point of how someone might seem like and even think they are rebelling against God but they are actually only following Her will with Satan.
So⌠how the hell do we know that Crowley and Aziraphale aren't following God's will as well? That they aren't doing their jobs as characters in Her story? How do we know that this isn't also part of the greater ineffability?
I think the actual answer is just Bad, Rushed writing. The story put itself in a very difficult position, going up against an Ineffable God whose machinations invalidate the Free Will of the entire universe, and then never really establishing how or why our protagonists apparently have Free Will to defy Her this time. Even though the intent is for it to be the case.
But because the writing is so bad, it can absolutely set the stage for an even bleaker narrative than what was intendedâŚ
another go3 plothole (yes i know, fork found in kitchen) is that after aziraphale and crowley escape to the bookshop after the book of life burns, yes it doesn't make sense that they still exist despite presumably their pages burning.
BUT, they do exist. Sure. Okay. Whatever. let's just suspend our disbelief for that. when they look at the books inside the shop, it makes sense that the books are all empty because none of those authors existed.
but you know what other books are in the bookshop? AZIRAPHALE'S DIARIES. aziraphale exists so surely his diaries exist as well. and if every book in the shop is the book of life then.... his diaries are the book of life. literally their entire history as he remembers it of earth and the humans and everything.
so shouldn't this imply that the world at large DOES exist?
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The more I watch the few short seconds of behind-the-scenes-Michael that we got from prime, the more I realize how devastated he looks about literally all of this đĽ˛đĽ˛đĽ˛
Bits from Good Omens [the book] that when considered within the context of the finale, have me screaming
Basically I re-read The One True Copy and Honestly I Canât Believe The Nerve Of This Man Would You Just Look At What Heâs Done To Our Story
Iâve talked about this so many times at this point. The book and seasons 1 + 2 stated that humans always had free will to begin with. They literally come up with things beyond and original to anything from heaven and hell. The whole idea of there being Good and Evil is literally what creates the concept of free will in the first place. The reason some humans canât do as well as others is because there is inequality of the humansâ own making, therefore some are born in castles while others are born in poverty. Please tell me how God has had any kind of a negative impact on any of this???
Iâm willing to bet my life Terry Pratchett wrote this oneďżź
Certainly not giving Depressed-And-Suicidal âGod will always stack the deck against meâ Crowley here, is it???
***For context for the next one: Adam is talking about getting rid of both The Them and The Johnsonites gangs as a metaphor/allegory for Heaven and Hell going to war to try and get rid of each other
While they mainly suggest that either gang coming out as the sole winner is as undesirable as either heaven or hell winning for eternity, I think this serves to make a point about how getting rid of both sides entirely is also a bad idea. The neighbors, the bystanders, the rest of humanity, may see it as âa plaque on both your houses,â But âitâd be a jolly sight less interestinâ if we all werenât here.â
And remember, Terry Pratchett was responsible for The Them scenes in the book.ďżź
âThatâs because the people trying to sort it out were men [Gaiman]âďżź
*cue vague sounds of frustration as I tear my hair out in the background*
NG deserves jail time for taking this quote from Adam and giving it to Crowley to serve as his Righteous Hero Speech. Also, they didnât sort anything out while any of the humans were alive and only declared that they had âsorted itâ after the entire universe was dead đ
I cannot believe this line. It is literally presented as sarcasm, as satire, and yet the finale unironically adopts this entire philosophy in the end.
*cue somewhat louder sounds of frustration as I tear out what little hair I have left in the background*
*Me crossing out every single line in the finale script I just printed* ďżź
Research!!! That was what was missing from Good Omens 3. Seemed like the new writers never watched the previous two series, let alone read the book. Full of plot holes, inconsistencies and mischaracterisation.
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Hastur: think you're gonna get across that (the road on fire)? There's nowhere to go.
Crowley: let's find out.
Hastut; wh- why are you driving? What- stop this thing.
Crowley: you know the thing I like best about time? Is that every day it takes us further away from 14th century. I really didn't like 14th century. You'd have loved it then. They didn't have any cars back in the 14th century. Lovely, clever human people inventing cars,and motorways, and... Windscreen wipers. You got to hand it to them, haven't you?
Crowley: you are my car, I've had you from new. You are not going to burn. Don't even think of it!
This scene is so symbolic and revealing. Hastur says, "You're doomed", " There's nowhere to go". He tells Crowley that he won't make it across the road of fire, a symbol of a long, painful, impossible path. He tells him that he's doomed, that he should give up.
But Crowley doesn't give up.
He puts his foot down on the gas pedal and says, "Let's find out."
Even though he's terrified (his snake eyes taking up almost all of his eyes, showing just how stressed and afraid he is), he refuses to surrender. He keeps going. His faith is stronger than the fire, stronger than the burning Bentley, stronger than the risk of discorporation itself.
That faith comes from knowing that Aziraphale is alive and waiting for him. In many ways, Aziraphale is the embodiment of Crowley's faith and hope. And alongside that is Crowley's love for humanity (his speech about how clever humans are, inventing cars, motorways, and windscreen wipers)
That belief and love will always be stronger than the voices telling us we're doomed, that there's no way out, that we should just give up. We have to keep fighting, no matter who tells us that all the bridges have been burned and nothing can be fixed anymore. Even if we don't succeed perfectly, we tried. We didn't surrender. We kept going until the very end.
To me, this scene captures one of the central ideas of Good Omens perfectly: even if you're driving a burning car down a highway consumed by fire with only a few hours left until the end of the world, that doesn't mean you should give up and say, "To hell with it, let everything burn down. Maybe another world would be better anyway." (Yes, Good Omens 3, I'm looking at you.)
I don't know if I managed to express this thought properly, but I hope you understand what I mean, lol.
Just because the writing is shit, doesn't mean everyone is now free to hate on Aziraphale and collectively decide that Aziraphale always wanted to change Crowley or only cared about him as an angel and similar bullshit.
Aziraphale didn't even know angel Crowley. He met him ONCE. And when he met him again it was the war, Crowley joined the losing side and he DID NOT SMITE him. And Crowley knew he wouldn't.
Aziraphale spent 6000 years not smiting Crowley and not trying to harm him and not undermining his work and not reporting his lies to his head office.
He spent the time making sure Crowley doesn't get into trouble. From Flood onwards he had his eye on who might be listening. Even if it broke his heart he put breaks on when Crowley was going too fast. However much he wanted a picnic and all the dinners wanted by them.
Even when it DID break his heart he left for Heaven after S2 because they were still not safe and never could be with Heaven and Hell as they were. He saved Crowley from a terrifying eternity (and all the other demons) by delaying Second Coming.
And at the end when he gets insulted by GOD, he tries to (even with shitty writing) turn it into a compliment for Crowley, who he has always seen as different from them all. The one he always loved.
AND ALL I SEE IS AWFUL TAKES ON HOW HE SHOULD HAVE WORDED IT BETTER.
Don't we have enough negativity in the fandom?
Fix the dialogue yourself. Get them away from God. Give them time. Take them upstairs.
Stop laying blame on the character Crowley loves (well maybe not S3 Crowley - but you see what I mean??).
piggybacking off this post by @aduckwithears: what if the bookshop was noah's ark 2.0, but for everything?
what if they end up in the shop after everything has been erased, only this time crowley thinks: was the place always this big? itâs more of a maze than he remembers, now that heâs properly looking. rows and rows of shelves twisting and turning in a dozen labyrinthine directions. staircases spiraling up to nowhere. hallways branching off the foyer like tree roots, thatâs new.
aziraphale emerges from the bowels of the shop, successful in his quest for cocoa. a warm drink at the end of all things, how painfully british. as far as crowley can tell, nothing has survived; not the earth, or alpha centauri, or any distant stars and nebulas clinging to the skin of the universe. not even light, the fastest, most fundamental thing in all of creation. but somehow, fortnum & mason has. somehow, aziraphaleâs chintzy mug embossed with the words HOT STUFF in blazing cherry red above a little cartoon devil has.
âdonât ask,â he says, pushing it into crowleyâs hands.
crowley opens his mouth, several questions and a taunt or two already lined up in the wingsâ and that's when he sees it.
oh.Â
thatâs definitely new.
âangel.â
âit was a gift, if you must know, white elephant gone horribly, horribly wrong, and then i couldnât bring myself to donate it, one can never have too much drinkwareââ
âaziraphale, shut up a moment, would you, and look.â
to the angelâs credit, he shuts up and looks.
memory is a funny thing, unreliable, easily eroded. crowley would have sworn, cross his char-blackened heart, that the tree was taller. in his mind, the branches extend like reverent hands towards the heavens, heavy with fruit, wide and green and swallowing up the whole sky. he is very small, beneath it.
aziraphaleâs hand finds his shoulder. âoh.â
âyeah.â
âwell, thatâsâŚcertainly a design choice. did weâŚ?â
âwho else? weâre all thatâs left.â but no, thatâs not quite right. the dickens. crowley scoops it up, flips it open, then keeps flipping, eyes dancing over pages that are no longer empty.
next to him, aziraphale frowns into his mug. âbut how? if this is some sort of, ofâŚcosmic leg-pull, i confess iâm failing to see theââ his face goes blank, then lights up like a christmas tree, a study in giddy. âoh! oh, of course. even the dickens.â
âit was you.â crowley takes his time with the words, feeling each one rush through him. an equal yet opposite kind of flood. âyou named him, and it brought him back.â
they gaze at each other, stunned.
âwe need more books,â says crowley, at the same time that aziraphale declares, âwe need more cocoa.â
and so it goes. they start with the classics, squabbling over semantics (âfor the last time, crowley, twilight does not count. i donât care how many copies were sold worldwide.â) they brave the jeffrey archers. they pore over encyclopedias, scraping their teeth on words like lithospheric mantle, reveling in the euphony of sonoluminescence. and something peculiar starts to happen, a sort of field of dreams situation.
people start happening.
theyâre the only thing that could, really. if a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear, does it matter? the tree was there; the knowledge was there. it was real. it existed, in spite of. because of. what use does humanity have for a book that tells them, yes, you can be, i will allow it, i will permit it. we create our own mythos, simply by living, by looking at the rorschach blob and finding joy in the mess, beauty in the mundane. youâve seen the post: forty-thousand years ago, humans stenciled their handprints on the wall of a cave, and this morning, my niece learned to fingerpaint.Â
so yes, people start happening. friends curl up in the shopâs back room, trashing oprahâs book club pick of the month. lovers spin in a slow circle beneath the oculus as fred astaire croons from the gramophone. someone brings up the duct-taped banana (âhow fucking pretentious. anyone could do that shit.â âyeah, but they didnât. this dude did. in this essay, i willââ), and someone else says, have some art nouveau, maybe youâll calm down, and the far atrium is suddenly a tribute to klimt, bursting with geometric golds and ornamental greens. in the foyer, a young man teaches amateur card tricks from a folding table that aziraphale will swear up and down isnât his; the tag on his jumper reads, hi, my name is josh. here, a neolithic wheel. there, a 7th-century chaturanga board. paul blart: mall cop, wedged between the self-helps and memoirs. people begetting creation begetting people, an ouroboros of abracadabra, creating as they speak, until the bookshop is overflowing with it. bursting at the seams with humanity. the world is remade here, in the gaps between stanzas of that shitty poem you wrote when you were twelve, in the canned laughter on your best friendâs favorite sitcom. i am trying to get the seas back on the maps, where they belong. i am trying to love the world back to normal. we survive through storytelling, that ineffable collision of necessity and ingenuity, anchoring the world like the roots of a great tree. we tell stories to remind ourselves that we are alive. we are here.
slowly but surely, the void beyond the bookshopâs windows begins to brighten. human hands stitch the universe back together. and a small eternity later, crowley and aziraphale pull the stream of time around themselves like a cocoon, and rest.
âthereâs nothing to forgive, you know,â crowley says. âi know i was flippant about it before, but the truth isâ we were both a little bit right, in the end. werenât we?â
âand a little bit wrong,â aziraphale agrees.
there is sunlight, their time-adjacent bubble. it catches in aziraphaleâs cloud of curls, limning him in gold. not a halo, but a frame. the contour of a face and form freely chosen. every day for the rest of our lives, weâll get to choose, crowley will think, the realization settling just behind his ribs. how about that.
he sees it, the moment aziraphale realizes it too.
âactually i take it back.â crowley grins, and the space between them contracts, then shrinks, a star collapsing. âyeah, iâd like an apology for the pointy teeth. my cultureâs not your costume, angel.â
aziraphaleâs smile is luminous. âcrowley. beloved.â
âhm?â
âshut up a moment, would you, and kiss me. properly, this time.â
âsuch hard work,â says crowley, and he does. there might be supernovas. maybe another big bang. nobody is around to see it, celestial, infernal, or otherwise, but thatâs alright. it exists, it has always existed. here, in the kitchen, loving the world. steadfastly loving.
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It was over and they were finally safe. Now Aziraphale and Crowley are relaxing in their South Downs cottage garden, sitting on the bench together in the warm sunshine. Crowley has taken off his sunglasses and has his feet up on the little wooden table, a flute of champagne in his right hand and his left arm around Aziraphale's shoulders, holding him close. Aziraphale has his jacket off, bow tie and top shirt button undone. His shoes and socks are off and he can feel the grass under his bare feet. It reminds him of Eden, only better. He turns to gaze at Crowley with a big smile and they clink glasses. Crowley smiles back and for the first time there is no fear as they look into each others eyes. They gently start to kiss as the nightingale sings in the tree above them
Crowley deserved to be happy and accepted as a demon. He deserved to be loved for who he currently was and not just by what he used to be. He deserved to have found healing and peace in his current life, not in another where he has no memory of the life that shaped him.