HolRose

cottage morning kisses

so 6000 years of queer defiance, quite literally in the face of god, now never existed. erasure has never been more literal. crowley and aziraphale didn’t just die, they never existed. their love story never existed. death you can grieve, you can commemorate what was lost; love transcends death. at the very least, they deserved that.

where was that love story, by the way? where was the romance? legitimately i felt more love between them during the final 15 than in the entirety of that 90 minutes. at least then it felt like they mattered to each other. fuck.

and aziraphale still works for the metatron?? are you fucking kidding me??? that is a wild message to be sending. even in some idealized world where they fall in love with free will, aziraphale still cannot escape the one that kept them apart. queer love still has to be allowed and endorsed and encouraged by the oppressor. fuck you actually.

“Destined to find each other in every universe no matter what” is literally the definition of predeterminism— it’s the soulmate trope.

This was my comment when I reshared this meme I made about 6 months ago:

I loved them because they were two lonely weirdos who found each other all on their own while getting by in a fucked-up little universe. I loved them as an angel and a demon who cobbled together something strange and meaningful between them even when they were never supposed to do that. I loved how they loved each other in spite of the great plan, in spite of a system intended to tear them apart.

Their connection was one they formed against all odds.

I call bullshit that when given a room full of books to be used as the book of life that Aziraphale’s and Crowley’s first thought is to summon mommy when they could just write the world back in themselves.

I call bullshit that when given the opportunity to ask for any type of world they want that they lack the imagination to bring back the old one just without heaven, hell, and the apocalypse having power over humanity or celestial beings from that day forward.

I call bullshit that they would ever choose to destroy each other.

that he blushed when he described crowley as a wily adversary (keeps me on my toes)

that he smiled when he realized the bentley was back without a scratch after having blown up

that he refused crowley a suicide pill

that he kept an eye on crowley for 26 years after 1941, then sought him out and gave him the holy water so that he didn't have to get it himself. but i can't have you risking your life. not even for something dangerous. if we must quote it then at least let's quote it right.

that he went to hell for crowley and made sure they wouldn't bother him anymore

that he only ever cared about crowley not being destroyed

that no way aziraphale didn't check on crowley in three years

cw: suicide

You know, Good Omens was an umbrella. It was a safe gathering space, a shelter and a haven for queer and traumatized and outcast folk for more than 30 years. Some of us are survivors of unspeakable horrors, and having to watch our comfort characters suicide onscreen with absolutely no warning, no toll free numbers and no consideration-- after a heavy barrage of seemingly intentional catfishing and misleading-to-outright-false advertisement from literally everyone involved in advance-- was simply devastating.

Coming up against smug, rude bullying, disdain and hate from long-beloved peers inside my own fandom for reacting emotionally to a trauma and continuing to struggle to reconcile the finale has been... fucking ass. Some of you are so nasty, so damn cruel. I'm thrilled it's just a show for you; my inbox is full of people who are having to go/back on psychiatric medications, triple booking therapy they can't afford, enduring fresh bouts of intrusive thoughts, suicidal ideation, and self-harm. Several people I know vomited at the end of go3 and were unable to keep food down for days after. I cannot say it strongly enough. It was a savagely cruel thing to endure for many, including those who have experienced loss of loved ones from suicide, for example, like myself.

These fresh-- and old, retraumatized-- wounds require airing out, at a minimum. And sometimes that's uncomfortable for those around us, I know. But for Christ's sake, could you take a swing at a little empathy for us? Block the tags and let us grieve. We have been brutalized newly in a place we believed we were safe, where we had been actively promised and previously shown we were safe-- a place we trusted.

I'm sorry our agony isn't moving along fast enough for you. Personally, I have had three years of intensive healing torn out of me, and have thirty years of wasted love for my ineffables to grieve.

God: “Okey dokey, done.”

Crowley: “Miracle time, angel, let’s fucking go.”

Aziraphale: “Miracle?”

Crowley: “Together. No holding back.”

A: (catching on) “Oh, yes! We can channel remarkable power together!”

(They hold hands)

God: (suddenly regretting this) “Wait what”

A: “Thank you both for your services, but they’re no longer required. Cheerio.”

C: (huge toothy grin) “Wasn’t nice knowing you. At all.”

(They move their free hands, just as God and Satan are both lunging toward them; screen flashes white, holds there)

And instead of the human AU, we use that time to have Crowley and Aziraphale strolling through that blankness together, discussing the parameters of rekindled existence without Heaven and Hell. They decide to allow their fellow angels and demons to be resurrected as shepherds, guiding human souls to redemption after death.

Closing scene is cozy domesticity in the bookshop, maybe a brief consult with Dagon and Uriel about a specific human soul, A and C give them sage advice to guide the soul toward an epiphany of empathy and compassion. They look out the window together at a restored Whickber Street, arms around each other’s waists, A rests his head on C’s shoulder, long pan back, ROLL CREDITS

(Brian taught us this, in Season 1.)

A REPLACEMENT, HOWEVER CUTE, IS NOT THE SAME AND IS NEVER ENOUGH. IT. DOESN’T COUNT.

(Job and Sitis taught us this, in Season 2.)

The world was broken…the world they loved so much. And instead of fixing it, they threw it away for the sake of a new world of replacements. A world they themselves couldn’t even participate in. Doppelgängers are not originals — a cute human AU doesn’t count as a happy ending.

They died. And they didn’t even save the world doing it.

Just scrap the script and replace with 85 mins of A&C though the ages a la the Hard Times cold open

Was Aziraphale changed in S2 and S3 into the manic pixie dream girl trope? Is GO3 reframing their problem as insufficient romantic certainty rather than structural oppression and danger? Because that's what I see discussed all the time now (and yes, always have, but I thought we were past this). The whole - Aziraphale just needed to choose Crowley, abandon faith in Heaven etc.

And I am sorry to say but I can't tell you how much it irked me for Aziraphale to say 'you complete me'. It feels incredibly ooc to me. And also that his question to God is about Crowley. Yes, that part is romantic, it was sweet, but ultimately I don't think that's what Aziraphale would have asked. Because he already knew the answer. And can I repeat that Crowley is not depressed in GO3 because Aziraphale doesn't love him. Or didn't choose him. Crowley already knows Aziraphale does. They already chose each other. Repeatedly. For thousands of years. Crowley is depressed because he thinks there is no point to anything. He already said so at the beginning of S2. And he had Aziraphale around then.

The thing they never had was safety. Their main conflict was how to approach high stakes problems. But Crowley always came back to Aziraphale who chose to keep going. Running away could not be the answer. It'd be always death. Or worse.

So why twist this message?

Aziraphale is not:

emotional fulfilment object

destiny figure

or reward for Crowley

And the idea that their love only becomes possible after removing history, pain and memory feels unbearably sad to me. That they don't get to heal together. And not from wounds inflicted on each other. But from how torn apart by their sides they constantly were.

After a somewhat long time, I was in the mood for Crowley! I forgot how much I loved painting him <:

I hope you like it! 💙

The law states that for every Crowley I paint, an Aziraphale must follow (and viceversa) 😌

NG really said "I'll give you a kiss, but you won't want it", for season 2, and then he gave us the South Downs ending that no one wanted (though some have accepted or embraced it, happily for them).

In a story where funny twists or loopholes like "actually you're not my father" and "isn't the great plan also the ineffable plan?" saved the day before, there would have been countless different endings that could have stayed true to the ending that Pratchett allegedly wanted, without falling into NG's grim, sadistic, darkness.