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The final episode 9 looked outright terrible. Let's be honest, it was bad. The problem wasn't the concept itself, the overall idea behind the story is actually quite interesting. The problem was the execution. It felt as if, at the very end, the creators decided to wipe the floor with the audience and spit in their faces. Just compare how dynamic episode 8 was to the meaningless sentimental mush that concluded the series.

What's especially disappointing is that the show itself was never bad. Every episode had a mystery, momentum, and engaging events. We learned about the characters through what happened to them, through what they said, and through the choices they made. But here there was no momentum, no tension. Every piece of information was simply thrown directly into the viewer's face. It was the most boring, overly sentimental depiction of mutual support that I've seen in a long time. Jax was practically the only thing adding even drops of energy to the plot, and even his storyline was resolved off-screen.

Everything you wanted. Everything you needed. Everything you saw every day. Space. Time. It's not even rejection or detachment — it's as if none of it ever existed in the first place.

All the things that used to occupy your mind: achievements, plans for the day, thoughts about other people, suddenly seem meaningless. You look at your own hand, and even its physical existence feels devoid of meaning.

And for a while, you simply can't pull yourself out of that vacuum and return to life. There's nothing there. Just emptiness.

Every step I take has to be weighed and analyzed: the consequences, other people’s reactions, whether it aligns with my goals, what future outcomes it might lead to. And this is not even about becoming some outstanding member of society. It’s simply about being accepted as at least somewhat functional, about not ending up locked in a psychiatric ward.

And when I become exhausted, I stop seeing the end goal altogether. The people whose approval I work so hard to preserve lose all value to me in those moments. This world has nothing meaningful to offer me in exchange for the endless patience and kindness I force myself to give it.

People invent problems for themselves and then spend their lives solving them. So many of the things that torment you do not even truly exist — society invented them. Did you put on makeup today? Were your words tactful enough? Was your behavior moral enough? Are you allowed to enter this space? Everyone suffers because of these endless fabricated rules and anxieties.But honestly, I do not care about everyone. I care about me me ME.

The final season had its contradictions. Homelander’s personality was developed for so long, only for him to turn from a manipulative sociopath obsessed with power into something closer to a schizophrenic man drowning in hallucinations and a barely coherent fixation. The god complex had always been there, but it didn’t need to be framed as complete mental collapse and incoherent nonsense. Still, it is what it is. Homelander died exactly the way many of us expected him to die: an unhappy sociopath raised in a laboratory and given the powers of Superman alongside unlimited authority.

Recently I’ve noticed many shows ending in a very similar way: events escalate to an absolutely surreal level where everything feels catastrophically hopeless, as if things literally cannot get worse anymore. The Umbrella Academy, Good Omens, and many others. It’s an interesting narrative structure. Stories have always used escalation, but usually not to such an extreme point of absolute collapse.

There are also many details I genuinely liked about the series. One of them is that, unlike many stories where heroes endlessly charge into danger as if self-sacrifice were routine, characters in The Boys occasionally just say: “No, this is complete bullshit, I can’t do this anymore.” And honestly — they are right. No human being is built to carry the weight of the entire world’s horrors on their shoulders. People simply want to live. They want to run somewhere peaceful and safe because that is what human beings fundamentally need. Not power, not revenge, not endless domination — just an ordinary life.

Personally, I’m not entirely sure what type of personality the writers were trying to portray through Butcher’s obsessive inability to stop. But let’s be honest: he was always right. Even if Homelander dies, another one can always be created. And even outside the concept of superheroes, there will always be people incapable of stopping their destructive desires, ruining everything around them in pursuit of their obsessions. The show simply gave those people superpowers to exaggerate what we already constantly witness in reality.

I also like how the series portrays the tendency to blame everyone else for our own problems. Deep is probably the most iconic representation of this, though he is far from the only one. We blame others for our failures, for not being loved or accepted, for who we became and how low we fell, when the real culprit is standing in the mirror. Homelander was a sociopath incapable of self-reflection, but many of the others simply refused to look at the truth.

It was also interesting how much happier some superheroes became after losing their powers. I cannot say this is some universal truth, but personally I do think humans are not really built to know everything, live forever, or possess godlike abilities. We think we want these things, yet at the same time the human mind itself is not capable of peacefully coexisting with that level of power.

Overall, the show gave me an amazing time filled with an absurd amount of gore, perversion, dismemberment, and every possible variation of human insanity imaginable. If you actually read this far, feel free to share your own insights.

I wish I could say the show is over. But the moment you close the video and step back into reality, you realize this series continues every single day.

I keep seeing so much hate toward Good Omens simply because the characters are not constantly kissing, touching each other excessively, or sexually involved. I remember seeing something similar with Zootopia, where the main characters exist in this vague in-between space instead of a conventional romance. And it’s not even just media — sometimes you genuinely cannot make people around you understand that sex is not the central element of relationships or life as a whole.

Personally, I love music, especially emotional and well-crafted music. You cannot imagine how difficult it is to find something genuinely beautiful without random mentions of sex or painfully obvious sexual undertones. So often the lyrics are going perfectly fine, and then suddenly, like a lightning strike out of nowhere, an explicit intimate scene gets thrown at you, and the only thought in your head is: this was so unnecessary right now.

The expressions people make when you tell them you simply do not need sex are also priceless. It’s like the world suddenly blurs in their eyes and you instantly become terminally ill to them. Very often people’s brains seem physically incapable of processing that fact at all, as if the idea itself slips out of their consciousness moments later.

Honestly, I cannot say this enrages me or ruins my life to the point where I want to protest, scream, and fight for my rights. Maybe there isn’t even a particularly radical asexual movement because, generally speaking, these are fairly calm and balanced people who primarily value personality and individual qualities and simply want to live peacefully.

As human beings, we need both a direction to move toward and an understanding of the conditions from which we begin. I have never once heard desires for a better body, a higher-paying job, more power, more influence, or a different social status come purely from healthy self-awareness. More often than not, change is driven by our insecurities, fears, anger, jealousy, and internal wounds. We move because we are unhappy.

And this applies not only to grand ambitions, but also to the smallest social rules and the reasons we perform everyday routines. We cannot exist in complete isolation. If you dismantle an old foundation, you need to provide a new one in its place.

What I can say, however, is that both the protagonist and the ideas the movie promotes partially, can we say, unsettle me. I am absolutely not against environmental activism — quite the opposite, I support it. The film portrays humanity’s excessive consumption, the hoarding of resources and land people do not actually need. Most viewers have probably already noticed the positive aspects, so this is not really about that.

The protagonist is a girl who is almost strangely self-sacrificing in her devotion to protecting animals. She disrupts classes, neglects university, and has no real achievements aside from organizing environmental protests. There is nothing inherently wrong with her actions — people are free to do what they like with their lives, they have goals, they help the world. But I would not present her as an ideal image children should strive to imitate.

To begin with, she chooses to stay with her aging dying grandmother instead of pursuing broader opportunities. The film even deliberately contrasts her limited isolated life and small-town education with her possible future prospects. Every person has the right to choose how they live, of course, but in this case we are talking about the values and worldview being presented to children.

Our parents will die someday. Our grandparents will die. Eventually there will come a day when we are left alone. Sacrificing your own life, dreams, and future entirely in order to care for someone else is one of the worst choices you can make. And this applies not only to family, but also to friends and loved ones we gain throughout life. In the end, aside from ourselves, we truly have no one, and that reality matters when making such decisions.

The protagonist is proactive in a world where nobody else cares. That part reflects reality quite well. People will pretend everything is fine until their own house catches fire. Her position is strong, and ideally every person should care that deeply. However, there is one major issue: with her methods, success is only possible through luck, which is exactly what happened to her.

She barely studied, formally had no status, no influence, no expertise. In reality, people in such powerless positions rarely change the world. Her success only happened because luck handed her someone else’s invention, and her stubbornness carried things forward from there. In real life, if you want to make a difference, you either do it through intelligence, science, competence, or by uniting people and specialists around a shared goal while possessing strong leadership qualities. If you behave as irresponsibly as she does, you usually accomplish nothing.

The narrative surrounding trust also felt very strange. Someone betrayed you? Give them another chance. There is good in everyone. If you want to ruin your child’s life, tell them this every day. You will raise a person with no boundaries and no future, someone who is easy to manipulate. I honestly don’t even know where these ideas come from. Did one of the writers genuinely try this approach to trust in real life and somehow have it work?

I think a lot of people within their own countries were dissatisfied with the current state of things. They wanted to improve something, to change something, which is completely normal. But lately it feels as if the leading countries of the world collectively decided not merely to avoid improving the situation, but to drag it into the deepest possible abyss. To make things so bad that instead of asking for progress, people start begging for the few things that still function not to be touched at all.

First of all, I’m genuinely glad the series ended. I feel like people don’t appreciate that enough. Personally, I don’t think it lost its quality or its overall vision, and I think they managed to give it a fairly nice conclusion. The only thing that was really noticeable is that the third season was clearly meant to be a full season, because quite a few events felt compressed from what should have been entire episodes into ten-minute sequences. Still, the series had an intended ending point from the very beginning and it reached it.

At last, Aziraphale and Crowley got the retirement they honestly deserved. Even at the end, I think their love was portrayed very gently, without excessive intimacy or physicality. Because this was never really a typical love story. It was always about appreciating the inner world of another person.

The final concept itself is interesting as well. Crowley’s question about why humans are created the way they are only to then be punished for it feels incredibly relevant, and I think many people encounter the same question when they come into contact with religion. What is the point of free will if, within God’s framework, there always was the only “correct” choice available? When the options are Heaven and Hell, that is hardly a choice at all, it’s almost absurd.

Yes, I’m sure there are many dissatisfied viewers who found inconsistencies or things they disliked, but to me that’s more of a topic for discussion than an actual flaw.

And I love how this series highlights just how unique, beautiful, and individual human life is — while at the same time being fundamentally unjustified and random. We do not choose the conditions we are born into, where we live, or even the era we exist in, yet we still spend our lives making choices. It’s so absurd that it becomes laughable in a tragic way, while also somehow remaining beautiful.

You know how sometimes a character can perform certain actions and suddenly lose the essence of what made them feel like themselves? Their entire image throughout Good Omens was built around them being otherworldly beings — an angel and a demon whose relationship began before the universe itself existed. We were shown so many delicate, intimate emotional moments that seeing them reduced to ordinary human intimacy would honestly feel disappointing to me. I can’t even really look at romantic or explicit fanart of them, even when it’s beautifully drawn.

Maybe this is just my personal mindset, but human relationships often feel painfully shallow and grounded to me. As if once things reach that stage, everything deep and beautiful about loving someone’s personality simply ends. Because then what comes next? A family, a couple of crying children, arguments, bodily grossness, oral sex, yelling at each other in the kitchen?

We live in a fascinating era where a single device gives us access to knowledge and information from all over the world. With the rise of AI, this has become even easier. The catch is that just because we can instantly access a 500-page textbook doesn’t mean we can read, absorb, and practice that information any faster. The speed at which humans process information has not fundamentally changed, yet the expectations placed upon us have become much higher. It is completely normal that we cannot analyze massive amounts of information the way AI can, while also expecting ourselves to make no mistakes.

The barrier to receiving dopamine has also become much lower. Online shopping, video games, and short-form entertainment videos provide fast and immediate gratification. In real life, we rarely get rewarded so quickly for our efforts, yet we still crave some form of response from the outside world to our actions.

We also now have access to specialists in our own fields from all over the planet. It doesn’t matter whether we’re talking about work or hobbies. There will always be that proverbial “mom’s friend’s son” who is better than you at everything, except now there are thousands of them, and you can see them every single day. Part of this comes down to your relationship with yourself and with other people’s success, but all of us want to improve, and sometimes it becomes difficult to objectively evaluate your own progress when it feels like every third person around you is doing better. Moreover, on social media we usually only see a person’s current level, their moment of success, a polished presentation of themselves, but we rarely know how much time, effort, or even how many people stand behind it. It makes little sense to expect from yourself in a week what someone else spent years achieving.