To be clear, I have no doubt that Crowley especially would sacrifice his own happy ending to give the humans a fair shot at things. Where I have my doubts is that the narrative required he be put in the place to do so.
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To be clear, I have no doubt that Crowley especially would sacrifice his own happy ending to give the humans a fair shot at things. Where I have my doubts is that the narrative required he be put in the place to do so.

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[SPOILERS FOR GOOD OMENS 3]
I wanted to like the ending of Good Omens 3. I really did. It ends — as it began — in a garden, there was a nightingale, there was a cottage in the South Downs, and before the universe got rebooted, Aziraphale praised Crowley as “the best of us” to God’s face. I could go into issues of pacing, seeing the seeds of storylines that could have flourished given a whole season, and other factors at play.
But at the end of the day, the fact remains that Crowley and Aziraphale *died*. Without having time to fully reconcile, heal, and have joy together afterward. We are meant to take Asa Fell and Professor Anthony Crowley as the two characters we’ve loved — with all their shared history, memories, arguments, romance, sacrifice, silliness, and yearning — as these two humans who found each other later in life and got a happy ending. And don’t get me wrong, I’m happy for Asa and Anthony, but that’s not Aziraphale and Crowley. You know why?
Because it feels the same as this conversation about Job’s children:
Michael: Those ones will be dead.
Aziraphale: We’re not… bringing the old ones back?
Gabriel: Of course not. But we’re giving them new ones.
THIS. It's strange that some people can't see this. It's like we got the Temu version of Aziraphale and Crowley.
sorry but s2 aziraphale did not hold trembling fingers to his lips thinking do it again because he wanted to boop crowley on the lips with his fingies
GOS3 Thoughts
Nope. Nope - even if I laughed at moments, and found the ending scene sweet, because how could David and Michael not be? I enjoy an AU as much as anybody, but if anyone deserves their love confession, their kiss, their happy ever after, it’s the canon characters who've been through so much together, not a pair of stand-ins.
I know the line forms to the left. Here we go anyway.
What I got from the original book – and specifically the parts that Pratchett obviously put into it, the underlying theme, the humane perspective – is that the world’s not saved by grand heroics, by the procurement of a McGuffin like the Book of Life or the killing of an Antichrist. It’s saved, little piece by little piece, through the compounding effect of small, good things, of kindnesses performed by imperfect beings and the love of random beauty and the cherishing of the day-to-day. Aziraphale and Crowley thwart the Apocalypse not because they feel the call to be heroes, but because they’ve gotten used to humanity with all its flaws; because they love a bookshop and a car and gravlax and bebop and little restaurants where they know your name. The things that multiply and intertwine in our lives, that hold us and our world together the way roots fix the soil. The shared meals and the do-you-remembers, the problems muddled through, the arguments made up; the love of a child for his home and his friends, for a familiar wood and apples stolen from a neighbor’s tree. How does it save the world if you destroy the world?
(I’m old; I was born in the Fifities, and oh, I remember the heavy irony of “we had to destroy the village In order to save it.” But that’s just what this story did.)
Saying “this is all broken and wrong, and the only thing to do is wipe it all out and start over from the beginning”: that’s been the recipe for some of the worst horrors of the world. That was the entire fucking message of the original book. The world is flawed, the systems we live under imperfect and even cruel in their origins, but it can be healed, bit by bit, if you love enough – even if you love in seemingly trivial ways. Good Omens is about mending – mending the consequences of folly, mending friendships, mending the damage people inflict on one another, like an angel mending the spine of a beloved old book. Mending the error in the assumption that sides mean more than individuals, leaving two beings like Aziraphale and Crowley free to treasure all the small things about each other, as friends or lovers or however you choose to see them. The meet-cute of their human counterparts in the remade, blind-watchmaker universe is, well, cute, but it doesn't reward the characters we came to love, who evolved along with humanity, became who they are by outgrowing the artificial opposition imposed on them, and bonded through rising above it. (And neither couple ever gets a tender kiss to cancel out the angry one that left us all ravaged in 2023; more articulate voices than mine have gone to town on the way that narrative choice dilutes the queer representation that stunned us with its promise in the original TV adaptation).
So I see the whole progress of the sequel series as misbegotten – most likely, for all the usual reasons of cupidity and vanity – leaving us with a couple of pieces of tone-deaf fan fiction that literally lost the plot. Good moments here and there, clever bits of banter and comic turns; two lead actors with dazzling chemistry that most of us would pay to hear read the phone book for ninety minutes; but all in all a disjointed story compounded of fan tropes, that did not seem to love its characters or have a point beyond churning them around for ninety minutes.
Where in this story are characters comparable to everybody that made the original so rich and endearing to begin with? The bumbling, sincere romances (Anathema and Newt, Tracy and Shadwell, even the wholesome marital bond of Lesley and Maud)? The tweenage energy and candor provided by the Them? Eleven-year-old Adam Young faced a choice and protected the world because its simple joys were enough for him; twinky Jesus Mark II goes down an elevator and survives just long enough to learn a card trick, distribute pizza, and be disintegrated without addressing any of the events unfolding around him. And where the entire hell is Agnes Nutter, and her tart wisdom?
(....Remember Agnes? Are we to accept that she wrote two books of prophecy, guiding the angel and demon who were fated to thwart Armageddon – and that her descendant burnt the second, in order to start her new life without a roadmap – only for everything to go up a few years later, not in a ball of flaming goo, but in a corny Avengers Endgame series of sfx dust devils? This story seems to be happening in an entirely different universe to the one that was built between book covers or the opening and closing credits of Season One, and it's not because God rebooted it.)
I'll leave you with a bit of shameless self-promo: an imagining of Agnes’ take on the sequels, and a version of what Aziraphale and Crowley themselves might have thought of the narrative malfeasance, as I view it, of season 2 (both written before any of the uglier reports about NG surfaced). I don't know if this was a case of an author deliberately jerking around his fandom, a case of "too many cooks spoil the broth" when the project had to be retooled for a briefer air time, or just lazy reliance on a wealth of incident and fan service as a substitute for a story worth telling. All I'm sure of is that we, as fan creators, should feel completely free to ignore anything that violates the promise, the message, and the perspective of the story we fell in love with. To mend what went wrong, piece by piece.
On shades of grey, free will, and hope
Or, my two worthless cents on why this grief is not about the kiss. I am not one for writing posts, usually, but I feel like I need to write down in some way a schematic manner.
(Mandatory "stop reading if you haven't watched GO3" and apologies for any mistakes, English is not my first language and I am kind of all over the place)
First of all, let me say that everyone is entitled to their own opinion - I am extremely happy for those who really enjoyed the finale.
I have read multiple comments saying that if people are not happy with their ultimate sacrifice, then those same people have understood nothing about the story and its message. I see your point of view, and I would like to offer an alternative perspective, as many other people have already brilliantly done.
Shades of grey
We all see some parts of us reflected in Aziraphale and Crowley, this is why so many of us are so attached to this story. We see ourselves in their trauma, in their choices, in their personality. In them being different from humans and from celestial beings alike. They are outcasts, and they represent all those shades of grey of those people who, for one reason or the other, do not conform to the "normal", to the "typical". What is turning them humans doing, if not erasing all of this? There is no one who is different anymore. No more outcasts, in the ideal "real universe".
But also finding shades of grey - finding a compromise between the situation you are in, what you are expected to do, what you think is the right thing to do. But mostly, Aziraphale and Crowley learning over the course of their existence how to find this equilibrium was one of the key messages for me. Especially in a society where living in a 100% ethical way is not possible, sometimes doing your best is all you can do, and it has to suffice. You will feel lonely a lot of the time, and yet, along the way, you might be able to find who shares your struggles and who understands that loneliness. What hurt me the most, here, is that in the end, all the struggle of them working to reach a shade of grey that was a common colour did not matter. There was no resolution. No, a kiss was not needed, but there was no real talking, no hug, no real moment between them. It was being lonely once again.
Free will
What is free will against the circumstances you find yourself in? S1's apocalypse arc, Job, Edinburgh, even Bee/Gabriel, everything now feels emptied of the meaning that was built over the entire narrative arc, and over 6000 years.
The message I took away from the finale is that this does not matter. Whatever you try to do, it's all in the hands of those who are more powerful than you. Be it through propaganda (is it free will if our thoughts are influenced without us even realising?), be it by being able to erase your existence without giving it a second thought (how easy it was to erase people through the Book of Life feels very much like what politicians are doing with minorities, or what is happening in war zones), be it by controlling your access to what you need to survive (Crowley not being able to perform miracles), the message is got from the finale is that whatever I might do, it's useless, because it's anyway in the hands of those who control the game, and I will never be able to make my own choice in this universe.
Hope
One of the main things that Good Omens gave me was hope.
Be it by asking questions and rebelling against the system or by trying to change the system by its own rules, each of us is trying to build a better world. What I got from the finale is that this does not matter in the slightest. Doing your best, looking for a solution, trying to fight for a better world, it does not matter.
I do not want humanity to have a "do-over". I do not want a blank slate or anything like that. I want to believe that this humanity, this world that is so many times reflected in the original GO universe, is worth saving. I want to believe that if we all put ourselves into changing it, into going against gods and those who have all the power, we can still make a change. I want to believe that annihilation and sacrificing our love is not a necessary step to have a chance at making things better - a chance, yes, because we have no proof that the second universe was actually better or that humanity got a better chance at it; after all, the biggest examples of kindness and the biggest atrocities were all human, not a result of the intervention of angels and demons.
They could have shown Jesus and Adam finding each other, and them, as a true expression of humanity, help Aziraphale and Crowley subvert the system. They could have really shown humanity come together and be Aziraphale, Crowley and humanity go against a cruel, careless god to gain their true free will and the right to exist peacefully. They could have shown all the ways we could have found the lady, even when the system is playing against us, making its own rules, and constantly changing them. And we could have still come out as winners.
Good Omens gave me hope of being able to find someone who would make me complete in the way I yearn for. No matter the amount of trauma, of obstacles, of flaws, of fundamental differences. Someone with whom I can make mistakes, and then learn to communicate with and build an even bigger love. Someone with whom I could build my own cottage, someone with whom I could carve a peaceful corner of existence in the painful chaos that is this world. Equally, it does not matter how much you might love someone. If the circumstances are wrong, you might fight and do your best, but what makes you complete will be taken away, even if just for the amusement of someone else.
I believe that them finding each other in each and every universe, "life finding a way", is a wonderful message. But I also want to believe that love wins, for once, even when all seems lost. And I wanted for them to experience that love in their original forms, because we are them, and they are all of us.
What a magnificent love letter to humanity that would have been.
Yes, we were given nightingales. But the cost was erasing the meaning of their song.
A post scriptum
I will take a page from my book, and I will keep "rebelling" against the system, be it the world or, in this case, canon. I will not let them rob me of the love for these two beings who have saved me and so many other people countless times. They are one of the main reasons why I am where I am, and thanks to them I have found a constellation of magnificent people thanks to this story that I am every day grateful for.
I will grieve, but this is just a version of the story that I am not obliged to believe is true. I will reclaim this story, this love, this hope. And I hope each of us who feels pain will take a page from the true meaning of Good Omens and fight to keep their hope and love intact.

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VW × Good Omens ‼️
Anyways have this before disaster strikes tomorrow.
I need Aziraphale angst in season 3. I need him to grapple with his faith, i need him to question everything he thought he knew, i need him to cry, realising he is truly alone and God will not answer his prayers. Im desperate to see his struggles with faith, morality and black and white thinking to come to a head in the finale.
Not for, you know, personal reasons. Obviously.
messy rendering because im sick and can't be bothered
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This scene hits so different on the rewatch.
How jolly Aziraphale is about the whole thing. I asked for a rubber duck! I made Michael miracle me a towel!
Whereas Crowley is having trauma flashbacks about Gabriel telling his only friend to Shut His Stupid Mouth And Die. The memory seems to hurt too much to say. It's another thing he hasn't told Aziraphale to protect him.
But also that that it confirmed their existing biases of Heaven and Hell. They both know Hell is wicked, that's the point of it. But only Crowley sees Heaven for what it really is, and Aziraphale wasn't there for the event that might have mad him see it.
I talk about this toward the end of my post here that Aziraphale hasn’t personally experienced any explicit abuse from Heaven so he’s pretty blind to how corrupt it is. Even though he’s seen some evidence of it happen to other people, he’s gaslit into believing there’s a greater reason for it he’s not seeing. It’s def very sad for the both of them :(

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i think we should bring this back (with some amendments ofc) if we ever needed an "internet etiquette" for the younger generations, now is the moment to remind them. purity culture kills fandom
as well as the three laws of fandom:
Don't Like, Don't Read (DL;DR), Your Kink is not My Kink And That's OK (YKINMKATO) and Ship and Let Ship
📣 Purity culture kills fandom! 📣
NO ONE LIVING hasn't been squicked out by something. There's over 7 billion of us, my delights and disgusts aren't universal. So I move on. Don't like the ship? Move on. Don't like____? Move on.
I am not an exception. Neither are you. I don't like it I move on and shut my gob about it because everyone everywhere is squicked out by something and they need to put the thing down and just…motor.
This but also:
Frames this entire post and hangs it over the fireplace.
L’un des moment les plus poétiques de bleach
Tosen: *storms in, covered in blood* Gin: Did you ask questions before killing, or just skip to the monologue? Tosen: One of us had to carry the narrative tension.
Aziraphale & Shostakovich's 5th
So, I did a little digging and there is a sweet and very funny Crowley connection to this symphony-- one that would make sharing it with him actually a very romantic gesture-- which is likely why Aziraphale was gazing at it fondly and so completely beyond excited to have it...
...and it also has a very Good Omens-esque history that is worth a look. Deep dive on the relevance of Shostakovich's Symphony No. 5 below. Happy anniversary, friends! 🤗💕

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I wrote a thing and liked the words, but it looked rather bare without an illustration, so I drew something to go with it. Here’s the text if it’s too hard to read on the image: Even humans dream of falling, and Crowley dreamed, too, of bombs over London, of guillotine blades, of fallen Empires, Rome burning, the first drops of the Deluge piercing the dust. Falling. Ruin. Falling. Catastrophe. He dreamed of his fall, and his fall, too– shattering like a cup on the floor when Pompeii shook.
“I don’t want you to fall,” he said.
“My dear, it is not your choice to make. My darling, it is too late. I fell for you long ago. I fell like a leaf in autumn. I fell like the first snow in winter. I fell like rain in springtime. It happened so softly I never felt it. I fell like Hamlet’s sparrow. I fell like Newton’s apple. Nothing in Heaven or Earth could have prevented it. I fell like a law of nature. I fell for you and I’m still falling, like the moon caught in orbit. Let me keep falling forever.”
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