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I've been able to make a quiet, peaceful, fragile existence for myself and my loved ones here and I know deep in my heart that none of this would have happened if it weren't for Good Omens. I am eternally grateful to Aziraphale and Crowley for bringing light in my darkest hours, inspiration in the most mundane, everyday tasks, comfort, safety and magic in this horribly sorrowful, painful and horrible, HORRIBLE human existence. They saved my life.

No amount of copium will ever make me accept the ending of s3 (or the s3 as a whole) as good, well done, cannon, etc. You can't make me, so don't even try. Needless to say, bashing people who share my opinion for not being 'grateful to the cast and crew' or some shit and trying to push their own huge cope into our faces is very much not on (I've blocked people for less bruv and yes, I can and will block anyone who's trying to diminish our mourning to feel fucking superior to us illiterate peasants who can't accept some fuckass shit excuse for a 'transcendental interpretation of their story', literally go fuck yourself)

So hear me out: never happened. It was just one of the possibilities of how this could unfold. A fanfic which you close when you read the first few lines and decide that whoever wrote this is fucking stupid and you don't want to read it anymore. Because that's not your Aziraphale, that's not your Crowley.

My angel and demon are forever guarding our reality from their cottage in the South Downs, where they retired after having saved the universe by rewriting it together. My angel and demon are forever up to some silly hijinks together, all over the world that they so love and protect. My angel and demon have decided to be 'us' forever, no need to care about Heaven, Hell or Humanity. My angel and demon are watching over us, because we are precious and worth protecting, with all our flaws, quirks and imperfections. That's what Good Omens means to me. Forever.