Extremely Alcoholic Breakfast

No FUCKING way ever would crowley decide the answer was to kill Aziraphale.

So here's my question:

What the fuck is wrong with you as a human being that you could take something this magical and uplifting and filled with such love and turn it into such an absolutely dark, depressing, nihilistic shitshow???

Am I really the only one who finds this strange?

I remember that either someone from the team responsible for making Season 3 said this, or it was mentioned in one of the articles, I honestly can't remember which, but there was information saying that the kiss wasn't in the movie because Neil simply hadn't bothered to write it into the original script, so they didn't add it.

But how does that even fit with what Rachel said here?

I know she apologized for those comments, but she's essentially saying that they could have included a proper kiss. They just decided it "would be the same or less," for fuck's sake.

How could they watch all of seasons 1 and 2, watch that kiss at the end of season 2, and come to the conclusion that a second kiss, one that wasn't filled with pain and despair this time, wouldn't have had an even greater emotional impact on the fans than the first one?

I'm sure a lot of people would agree with me: if we'd gotten a second kiss without the pain and despair, we all would've been squealing, screaming, jumping around the room with happiness, and celebrating like little kids.

That kiss was a PROMISE to the fans that there would be a second kiss, one that would heal the wound left by the first. That's how good writing is supposed to work. Especially in a show where parallels are the primary language it uses to communicate with its audience.

So make up your minds already. Was Neil a complete fucking idiot (which I'm not denying, he absolutely is a complete fucking asshole) who couldn't be bothered to write another kiss into the original script, or was it your decision not to include one because it would've been "the same or less"?

But the bookshop in my brain is still open. Only on weekends, or the occasional open stint on a quiet midweek day or two, but Whickber Street still bustles around it. It still exists, and is still tended to by a fussy, soft bookseller and his angular, hot headed, but incredibly loving husband. No one was invited to the wedding, needless to say. They just kind of showed up wearing rings one day, and no one had ever thought to ask when they tied the knot, or in fact if they ever even did.

And within its walls are a stock room, still painted yellow; a bedroom, now shared by a snoozing demon and a reading angel, on the weekend and those hazy midweek days; and a desk which never gets dusty or messy.

There’s also a cottage in the South Downs, with a large green house and vegetable plots which miraculously never deplete, and roses which bloom year round; there’s an armchair which has a worn down left arm cushion, from where a demon drapes himself over his angel more often than he sits on the matching chair across from it; a bedroom, shared, again; and the sounds of two lives well lived, infinite happiness and love beyond measure echoing within its floral, wallpapered walls.

Can we also talk about HOW terrified Crowley was of shooting Aziraphale in 1941?

When Aziraphale asks if he's ready, Crowley doesn't have his usual cool mask on to maintain the illusion that everything is under control. He bites his lip and slightly shakes his head, making it clear that he can't do it. His mask cracks, and that means a lot.

His hands are shaking. There's terror in his eyes. When we see Aziraphale through the rifle scope from Crowley's perspective, we can hear the ringing in Crowley's ears, as well as his heavy breathing. He can't pull the trigger. His whole body is tense, his teeth clenched.

And all of this is in a situation where Aziraphale can die, but not completely, he would just be discorporated and could get a new body; it would only involve a lot of paperwork. Yet even knowing that, Crowley still isn't willing to kill Aziraphale. The very thought fills him with horror, let alone actually pointing a gun at him.

You could never convince me that he would be willing to kill his angel while fully aware that this wouldn't just be discorporation—that the angel would die forever and they would never see each other again. I will NEVER believe that.

After yeeting Adam at the nuns, he tried to convince Aziraphale to help him stop the Apacolypse, and you know what his arguments were? If Earth is destroyed, we won't have anywhere to go on our pretend real dates. Food, music, the bookshop. Things they enjoyed together.

When he realized they raised the wrong kid, his entire plan became ditch Earth and run away. Three times he decided that was the best next step. Twice he pitched it to Aziraphale and once while he was alone.

When he thought Aziraphale was murdered, he gave up on saving Earth or running away to hide and got spectacularly drunk instead.

When he realized Satan was on his way, it took Aziraphale threatening him before he locked in. And that threat was fix this, or we (literally) end here.

Crowley loved Aziraphale more than he ever loved people and more than he loved the Earth.

The Ending SUCKS because the WRITING SUCKS.

NO, I don’t find the concept of ‘tHeY FiNd eACh oThEr IN eVerY uNivErSe’ beautiful.

1) Because they don’t. There’s zero evidence that this is a recurring thing, thats 100% fandom copium- and even then they don’t have any of their memories and aren’t the same people. THATS. NOT. THEM. And it never will be because people are the sum of their experiences AND THEIR CHOICES. You don’t take a comedy Christian satire and make the solution some Buddhist-esque reincarnation philosophy that requires an entirely new suspension of disbelief no one signed up for or wanted. That’s shit writing.

2) So not only does the finale spit on every theme it had prior regarding championing human choice as miraculous and the world being worth fighting for in all its flaws as it is- you are going to sit here and tell me that actually they never had any choice at all, so they decided to toss everything down the garbage disposal for the next life. That is, frankly, terrible, and nihilistic, and not at all sensible for this series.

Aziraphale and Crowley are a wonderful love story because they were on opposite sides and they CHOSE each other, and they CHOSE to love humans. They chose to be hedonistic and compassionate and selfish and ‘human’ as they were because they knew how to make choices. Their love has always been THEIR choice.

So how can you tell me that the ending is great because they sacrificed everything for humans to have free choice- which they already had by the way- and then say the ending is beautiful because Aziraphale and Crowley are Predestined to love each other in every reality. How is that not massively hypocritical to the concept they are trying to sell us last minute out of nowhere? Is predestiny not the antithesis of what they asked for by your own definition?!

How is taking their 6000 years of choosing each other over and over again, and summing it down to a deterministic soul bond, more ‘free will’ or beautiful than them literally defying cosmic powers just to stay together and eat dinner at the Ritz on a casual Tuesday?!

People act like their life was just complete suffering, but they were perfectly happy on their own earth. Season 1 left them exactly where they wanted to be!!! Together with the Earth. It was so EASY to circle back to that, all they had to do was write it, and no one would have questioned it because that’s THEM and what they want to be doing. If Adam defied Satan for humanity, why would Jesus Christ- who’d already died once for the salvation of humanity- not tell God to be merciful?! Why not have the humans make the choice, rather than Crowley- which is another hypocritical move because he’s making choices for them just like he’s telling god not to!

How do we have any evidence this new world doesn’t have a god? Trust? In the woman who just destroyed the world after having a casual laugh with Satan? Okay. They didn’t trade their existence for freedom, they traded the apple of knowledge for ignorance.

The fact is, is that the world that championed choice and love was the one they came from, not the one they sacrificed themselves for- because choice and love doesn’t mean there are no complications, it means you take a stand and you do what you want anyways.

This dystopian nightmare of an ending where they let the universe die and don’t know each other was never a thought in anyone’s mind until it came into existence with the most shallow and contrived justifications of all time ten minutes before close, and that’s because it’s out of character nonsense.

And I’m sick of hearing ‘they were always gonna be human’ ‘it was always gonna be this way’ like there was rational grounds for it beforehand. No it wasn’t, and it certainly didn’t need to be. At most it was everyone’s joke of a worst case scenario, and that’s what they decided to give us- probably after a quick google search to find out what would piss everyone off the most.

This was Neil Gaiman and his team of horror writers, who probably didn’t even consider the source material, throwing a temper tantrum and abusing the fandom for liking Terry Pratchett’s divine optimism more than his petty ass. They designed every ridiculous contingency in this horrible script to justify their own mess.

The Ineffable Husbands were fine as they were. Even as a Demon and an Angel they were already ‘human’ enough, THATS what was funny. What the hell is so great about being mortal and not being able to have a free table whenever they want, and having to deal with real world shit like taxes, and homophobia, and Dying?

Enough Dyin’. No Maur DYIN’. It’s it’s-ITS NOT ON!!!

fuck, something about them actually saying this out loud just...makes it hurt more. im not in denial. we saw it happen with our own eyes and not one day goes by where im not hit with an intense wave of grief whenever I think about it but just them saying this...fucking hell, man.

i cant stand it. I hate it. I want my safe space back. i know we have the fics and the fanart and im so grateful to this fandom and the support weve given eachother through our collective grief but...it still hurts.

s3 isnt canon to me but it is incredibly hard to ignore it when its the official ending for them. and i cant stand that feeling. that this is always gonna be hanging over our heads, something we will always remember. and not in a good way.

and tbh I really hope michael and david are alright. bc from the way they said these things, i dont think theyre happy with the ending either. its probably so painful for michael in particular :(

I hate that this happened to us. i hate that this happened to our comfort characters. I hate that michael and david had to act something so painful. i hate that they had no choice but to just...do the best they could with what they had. I hate the way everyones been so affected over this. I hate how its affected me, personally. I hate the fucking writers and I hate that cunt neil fucking gaiman most of all.

Yes, David said this at a fan meeting. Anyways here's the video of him saying it. Man he read the finale to filth with only like, four sentences.

AND HE'S RIGHT OF COURSE !! Crowley's goal has always been deeply intimate, he just wanted to enjoy the simple pleasures that Earth has to offer alongside Aziraphale.

I cannot even imagine David's frustration after putting so much passion and care into understanding Crowley, only for his ending to be the antithesis of what he stands for.

Of course I cannot persume how Michael Sheen feels about the ending, but given how deeply he seems to understand Aziraphale and his relationship with Crowley, I find it difficult not to wonder whether he had similar thoughts.

If we as fans feel disappointed with the ending after following these characters for years, imagine what it must be like for the actors who dedicated a significant portion of their lives to bringing them to life. They spent years thinking about who Crowley and Aziraphale are, what they want, how they grow, and they seemed to really enjoy to watch how their relationship in the show resonates with so many people.

And then there are the dedicated artists who worked tirelessly to bring Good Omens to life behind the scenes. The writers, designers, costumers, makeup artists, set builders, editors, composers, visual effects artists, and countless others who poured their creativity into this world because they believed in the story they were helping tell.

Their work helped create something that touched millions of people, inspired countless fanworks, and gave audiences a relationship that felt deeply meaningful.

Which is why I'm sure many of the people involved in this project ended up asking themselves:

What do you mean that a story about two people choosing each other, choosing Earth, and choosing humanity over the systems that sought to control them ultimately concludes that the world they spent six thousand years protecting is not worth saving?

This story seemed to celebrate the idea that love matters. That the small things matter. That an afternoon at a bookshop, a shared meal, a favorite song or a life built together could be more important than any grand cosmic plan.

it's heartbreaking to know that the ending affected some of the very people who helped bring this world to life. The actors, artists, and crew members who spent years nurturing these characters, thinking deeply about who they were and what they stood for.

And well...this hurts us too.

It's hard not to feel a sense of sadness that the ending has left such a significant portion of the fandom grieving what could have been rather than celebrating what was.

I want to thank the creatives who did care about the story Good Omens was meant to tell. To Michael and David, who poured so much love, thought, and humanity into their characters getting to the point that Crowley and Aziraphale felt real to millions of people.

Most importantly, to the late Terry Pratchett, thank you for helping create a story that celebrated humanity. Thank you for giving us characters who questioned authority and found something worth protecting in an imperfect world.

And of course, to the Good Omen's fandom who just like Aziraphale and Crowley, questioned the message they were given and chose love over cynicism. Thank you for your art, your discussions, the fanfictions, and the community you built around these characters.

Long after the final credits roll, it is your stories and shared love for these characters that ensure they continue to exist in people's hearts.

We can't let them take away our joy and connection to these characters. The ending may belong to the creators, but the comfort and meaning we found in Good Omens belongs to us.

No finale can erase the years we spent laughing with these characters, crying with them, growing alongside them, and finding pieces of ourselves in their story.

So let's keep creating !! Let's keep sharing our art, our stories, and our interpretations. Let's keep celebrating the parts of this world that meant something to us.

After all, if Crowley and Aziraphale taught us anything, it's that sometimes the most meaningful thing you can do is choose love anyway.

The nightingale still sings in Berkeley Square. And as long as we keep choosing love, I think it always will.

I keep thinking about how Aziraphale, when Crowley did not immediately leap to his feet to help him, just turned around and walked away.

He didn’t try to help him up. He didn’t crouch down to his level. He didn’t even look remotely pressed, and he left Crowley lying there, depressed and dirty and drunk and barely conscious, like he was a piece of trash. Like he meant nothing. (I also haaaaate what they did with Crowley here, but that’s another post entirely)

To think they made Aziraphale into the villain so many people thought he was post s2, and for what? To what end? For what reason? It feels so unnecessarily cruel. So callous. So very much not Aziraphale.

“But Crowley told him to go away! Aziraphale was just respecting his boundaries!”

Nah. No. I mean maybe if Crowley was just chilling having a drink somewhere all upright and not covered in shit and mired in despair, then fine. But he’s lying on the fucking street in the alley muttering that nothing matters anymore. I would argue that when someone you care about is THAT depressed and THAT deep in a dark, dark place, that is precisely the time to ignore their attempt to shove you away. At the very least you reach out to them, anyway.

Was that angel the same as this one? This soft but fiercely tenderhearted sweetheart?

Are we supposed to believe this was that same angel we watched walk away from the same demon he guided through that Edinburgh cemetery with firm but careful hands before he was snatched down to Hell?

Out of all the possible things that could’ve happened in the finale— of all the possible endings and scenarios I thought about for months and months— one thing I never even considered to be remotely possible about this angel who always looked at Crowley like he was everything?

I never thought that Aziraphale wouldn’t help Crowley up off the ground.

And apparently, neither did Peter Anderson Studio.