he/him, 18, occasional fic writer on ao3 as midnightdragons. frequently posting fandom bullshit and occassionally nature pictures. be kind to each other! matthew 17:20 ✞
Quick intro/pinned post since I’m actually being active on here again
Hi, call me whatever you want (real OG mutuals remember when I was 14 posting my full government name on here… ignore that). Pronouns he/him. 18 y/o. As it says in my bio, I am on here frequently posting about whatever I want. Right now, that’s Good Omens*. Next, who knows? I hope you stick around.
*Mostly GO3 hateposting, but aren’t we all?
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My current fic I'm working on (a GO3 rewrite!):
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
+ another GO3 fix-it for the soul:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
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This blog is named after my 10-year-old bearded dragon, Midnight. (:
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If your loved one had suffered trauma that has changed them forever and they were unable to move on from, and you were given the opportunity to erase that trauma (not just the memory of it, but actually transforming reality so it had never happened), wouldn't you? Even if it meant they would be a different person, maybe no longer the one you love, or one who loves you?
We know Crowley doesn't embrace being a demon and isn't proud to have fallen. And we know he has abandonment and self-esteem issues, is convinced that he "just couldn't cut it" and "was a terrible angel". I'm starting to think this is the real nature of Aziraphale's sacrifice. To erase Crowley's trauma (and it is Crowley who makes the call!) even at the expense of their love. The thing is, Aziraphale doesn't love Crowley because of his trauma. He loves him despite it, and he loves him both with and without it - that's why Asa falls in love with Anthony. That's also the reason Anthony is starmaker-coded. He is what Crowley would've been if he hadn't lived in a universe sentenced to pointless destruction.
I only wish we had received some clearer signals that Aziraphale loves Crowley as he is, not just the memory of the Starmaker, and that Crowley knows he is loved the way he is. It was much needed in face of everything. And it's sorely missing.
Something else that bothers me about Crowley's choice in go3 is that it unironically echoes God imposing unquestionable decisions on everyone else. We all know that the whole "clean slate" and "no us" argument ultimately destroys any chance of saving the universe that Aziraphale and Crowley have spent millennia trying to protect.
And like, Crowley isn't giving any grace to any angels or demons who could have the same opportunity he has always been fighting so hard to earn. He spent thousands of years carving out a life beyond Heaven and Hell's expectations, yet his decision denies others the chance to do the same.
I always end up circling back to this, but Beelzebub and Gabriel are exactly why this choice doesn't work. Their story proves that angels and demons can change, choose each other, and walk away from the systems they were born into.
And Crowley and Aziraphale aren’t just witnesses to that, they are living proof of it. They are their own example. They know, firsthand, that despite being celestial beings, angels and demons are capable of questioning, changing, and choosing differently.
There's also Muriel, who grows curious and fond of humanity. And if we include those sweet little interactions Muriel seemed to be developing with Eric in the finale, that's yet another example of a demon beginning to form a dynamic outside of Hell's expectations.
A choice like this also deprives Eric of the opportunity to grow beyond the only world he's ever known. Just like Crowley once did, these celestial beings deserve the chance to question the system he was born into, form meaningful relationships, and decide for himself who he wants to be.
So while yes, it was Michael who destroyed the Book of Life, Crowley choice in the end was just as bad. They took away every angel's and every demon's chance to grow beyond the roles they were assigned.
And not just that, but refusing to save the world they loved makes Adam and Jesus role in the story even more futile. Their entire purpose was to prove that the world was worth saving despite its flaws, that humanity, with all its messiness, was worth fighting for.
And what about Maggie and Nina? In Season 2, they quite literally confront Crowley and tell him that his meddling in their lives wasn't appreciated. Their lives and relationships are theirs to figure out, not his. Crowley respects that.
Which is why his choice in GO3 feels so contradictory to me. He chooses a godless and angelless universe without giving anyone else the chance to decide whether that's what they want. Humanity doesn't get a say. The angels don't get a say. The demons don't get a say.
Not even Aziraphale gets a say. Which also bothers me because they are a team. So why does it end up feeling like Crowley’s perspective is the one that defines the outcome? Why is his vision of what the universe should be the one that gets imposed on everyone else, even Aziraphale?
I saw a tweet that said that Aziraphale's lack of agency in that moment and his tendency to go along with Crowley's "righteous" choice even when he's not fully certain, parallels how Aziraphale used to follow Heaven.
That’s what makes it uncomfortable for me. Because if both Heaven and Crowley end up occupying that same space of “the one who decides,” then the story risks repeating the same dynamic it critiques, just with different names attached.
There is something so somber about Crowley’s “no us.” This phrase lands like a final severing of the possibility they’ve spent millennia building together.
Framed through the idea of “free will,” it becomes even more complicated. A decision meant to preserve autonomy ends up erasing the very people who have been fighting for their own future all along.
For a lot of viewers, that’s what makes the ending so sickening. These are characters we’ve watched consistently choose the each other and the world. So the idea of their entire shared existence being removed in the name of freedom feels deeply contradictory to what the story itself has been building toward.
Season 1 and 2 show us that they’re always thinking about each other, and the fragile world they’ve learned to care about together.
Crowley adores Aziraphale—there’s no question about that. And Aziraphale adores Crowley just as deeply. They’ve spent so long building a shared life, forming memories in a world they both came to love and protect.
And in that sense, both of them are smart enough to understand what’s at risk when the Earth is on the line. They’ve spent too long on it, lived too many moments in it, to treat it as something disposable.
In the end, however, we get a strange choice that arguably parallels the Biblical Flooding: a sweeping, top-down reset in the name of fixing what’s broken.
Instead of allowing the story’s central theme of free will and change to play out through its characters, the resolution feels like an external intervention that wipes the slate clean rather than letting the world continue to evolve.
This ending frames Crowley as a hypocrite, and it reduces Aziraphale from a co-equal participant in their shared story to someone who is simply carried along by the decision rather than choosing alongside him.
But yeah, sure, the finale was such a coherent conclusion and perfect for the characters !!! :))) makes so much fucking sense !!!!
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Adding to self-rec 1941 one-shots! https://archiveofourown.org/works/85459846 And my current S3 rewrite if anyone is so inclined to venture there https://archiveofourown.org/works/85758751
And when talking about underrated GO fics I always have to mention these two (not self-rec) favorites of mine from the same author with such unique concepts that are done so well... the latter is inspired by Michael Sheen's Bright Young Things! https://archiveofourown.org/works/51437755 and https://archiveofourown.org/works/50211907
And one more gem from my bookmarks... an angsty post-s2 double-shot... SO underrated. https://archiveofourown.org/works/50399632
I wrote this before S2 came out, so it isn’t canon compliant after S1 if anyone cares.
After Crowley saves the books, his feet are badly burned, and Aziraphale tends to his wounds. Much more ancient scars are discovered in the soft light of the bookshop in the process. Some of them can be healed tonight - others need more time.
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its crazy how we've had the art of movie lighting nailed down for like literally 100 years at this point but for some reason nobody wants to do it anymore. do people know they're still allowed to do it
Adding to self-rec 1941 one-shots! https://archiveofourown.org/works/85459846 And my current S3 rewrite if anyone is so inclined to venture there https://archiveofourown.org/works/85758751
And when talking about underrated GO fics I always have to mention these two (not self-rec) favorites of mine from the same author with such unique concepts that are done so well... the latter is inspired by Michael Sheen's Bright Young Things! https://archiveofourown.org/works/51437755 and https://archiveofourown.org/works/50211907
And one more gem from my bookmarks... an angsty post-s2 double-shot... SO underrated. https://archiveofourown.org/works/50399632
i'd like to attempt if i can to comfort those of us wounded by how badly aziraphale was treated in the finale, with the use of the characters created to pander directly to me okay i love them so walk with me here...
Throw away all that bullshit of Nina going bankrupt, get it out of your head it never happened okay? okay cool.
Now the exact same scene where Aziraphale gets a dressing down from Mrs. S and she walks away, and Aziraphale is just left standing there.
The camera pans around a hurt Aziraphale to the sidewalk where a blurry figure approaches.
"Oh my goodness, it is you! Mr. Fell!'
the camera focuses past Aziraphale's shoulder as he turns and there is Maggie, she's wearing a teal apron and she has bags of supplies in her arms, and she has a beaming smile.
The sun peaks out from the side of the building to illuminate her and its almost like she's the angel in this scene.
"Oh my dear Maggie..." Aziraphale looks over at the defunct record shop that was run by Maggie's family for 4 generations its my hc okay now boarded up and the only evidence of its existence is the sun damage from the signage, "I am so so sorry."
Maggie's face falls in confusion, before she turns to the record shop and gives a sad sigh, "Oh I know...isn't it such a sad sight? I'm still grieving but...' she gives a small smile, 'I think it might have been the best thing that ever happened to me actually!"
Aziraphale is taken aback, "Oh but Maggie, your record shop...you grew up in that shop, it was your inheritance, it was your livelihood...and I let this happen..."
Now it was Maggie's turn to be taken aback as she places her groceries down, "What do you mean, you let this happen? This wasn't your fault Mr. Fell."
Aziraphale's face crumbles into tears, "It was, I wasn't here...I left you all to ruin."
Maggie is struck for a moment before she shakes her head, placing a gentle hand on Aziraphale's shoulder "No Mr. Fell, that's not right."
Aziraphale is too overcome to speak as Maggie rubs his shoulder, "Mr. Fell, what happened to my shop...it wasn't really anyone's fault, even if you forgave my rent for the rest of time, I just couldn't keep the lights on...literally! Couldn't pay for new stock, couldn't...pay the rent for my flat, or groceries..." Maggie said, a little embarrassed.
Maggie sighs, "people just aren't buying records as much as they used to, that's life."
Aziraphale sniffs again, "I see...yes, nothing lasts forever..." and even as he says it you can see it breaks his heart.
"Well yes but...' Maggie gives him an almost conspiratorial smile, 'sometimes when dreams end, it makes room for even better dreams."
Aziraphale's eyebrows pinch together, "Such as?"
"Well~' Maggie picks up her parcels again, she loops one arm around one of Aziraphale's and starts walking them both towards Give Me Coffee or Give Me Death. 'I'm a shareholder of the coffee shop now, and soon to be a co-owner."
"Oh!' Aziraphale exclaimed, his wide smile still tinged with tears, 'Oh my goodness, that is wonderful news, I am a little surprised Nina..."
Maggie wiggled, "Went in for letting someone else take the reigns of her shop? It was a little miraculous, but you know what they say, lesbians move fast."
Aziraphale had heard something to that effect and had always figured their must be some correlation between sapphic peoples and short distance runners that he wasn't on the uptake about.
"We made sure, in our initial discussions, that our schedule aligned so that we had as much time together as possible outside of work, and we only work together on Fridays and Saturdays, and we both have Sundays and Mondays off, we go antique shopping, and we watch old films, Nina is really getting into pottery and has been making the sweetest little mugs and cups for the cafe" Maggie giggles
Maggie smile is serene as she says "Now that I'm not struggling to just keep my head above water, I finally have time to actually...make music, instead of just selling other peoples."
"I didn't know..." Aziraphale started.
"No one did!" Maggie reassured, "I did love the record shop Mr. Fell but...the truth is, it wasn't really my dream, it was like you said it was my inheritance, it was my families dream, my great great great grandmothers dream, but...ever since I was a little girl, when I first learned was a producer was, that's what I wanted to be, and I'm also proud of every callous on my fingers from learning guitar again."
They reached Give Me Coffee or Give Me Death, we see Aziraphale and Maggie's reflection in the window, the bookshop behind them.
"Sometimes bad things happen, but that doesn't mean everything is ruined, it doesn't mean we give up, it just means we have the chance for something new to grow, if we give it the chance."
Maggie pointed, "and look!"
Aziraphale's eyes drifted towards the corner of the cafe past the rows of tables and patrons to a nook where there is a vintage suit case vinyl player surrounded by records with price stickers, beside it a kitsch point needle in a frame that proclaimed, 'The way it was meant to be heard!'
"The record shop lives on!" Maggie cheered.
Aziraphale smiled and wiped as his face.
"Despite how I just went on about change being a good thing...I am so glad that you're back, we missed you, I missed you, pillar of the community, its not Whickber Street without you." Maggie said and she squeezed his shoulders in a side hug.
Aziraphale shook his head, "I'm not so sure everyone feels that way..."
Maggie frowns as she lightly brushes his back in a soothing motion.
"I'm sure Mr. Crowley would love to see you..."
Aziraphale gives a shaky breath and seems to look up for strength, like its second nature.
"I really don't think so...he will never...he will never forgive me...not this time..."
"Mr. Fell, I don't know what happened before you left, or what happened while you were gone, but what I do know is that you're hurting now, and have most likely been hurting for a long time, and if I know one thing about Mr. Crowley is that he adores you, and he has been pretty miserable since you've left..."
Aziraphale looks down at this twiddling hands, "He...has?"
You really think he does? He thinks but doesn't say.
"Absolutely, he practically floats around the bookshop like a ghost, he barely speaks to anyone..."
"I think he's been waiting for you to get back..."
That makes Aziraphale's head perk up, he turns to Maggie and in a soft voice asks "Do you truly think he'll forgive me?"
Maggie sighs, "Either he will or he won't Mr. Fell, but if I learned one thing from what happened to Nina with Lindsay, is that holding forgiveness and affection over someone's head out of reach, forever because they hurt you or wronged you, isn't healthy, and it isn't love."
One single tear tracks it way down the angels face.
Maggie gives him a sad look, like the kind you give a kicked puppy, "You deserve to be loved, Mr. Fell."
Aziraphale silently weeps, but his smile is real.
"Here, before you go over there to speak to Mr. Crowley, come inside to the back and we'll have some cocoa, we can go over what you'll say to him and give you a moment to calm your nerves and dry your eyes."
Aziraphale sniffs again, smiling "I think I'd like that, thank you."
Maggie smiles back at him, opening the door the little bell greeting them, "Of course! What are neighbors for?"
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Taking away Crowley’s miracles retroactively breaks the tone of his reintroduction and makes things much darker and... really bad.
Crowley sleeping in an alley and drinking himself to oblivion night after night can work as comedy when he's a handwave away from a comfortable bed and sobriety. And that's the tone it's presented to us in, as comedy. Which fits because that's the tone of the previous seasons as well. We know he's not human, the usual human rules don't really apply.
But then we learn he can't do miracles. He can't sober up, so he's getting the full blackout drunk experience, including waking up the morning after. He can't miracle his clothes clean. He's sleeping rough, exposed to the elements. Even if we assume his corporation isn't subject to hunger, temperature fluctuations, and the negative effects of that much continued alcohol consumption, waking up soaking wet because it rained again in London, with a hangover, isn't going to be a fun experience. And it's been a few years! So throw winter weather into the mix. The more you consider the implications, the worse it gets.
There are things he could be doing to improve his living situation, but they're more work than a snap of the fingers, and he's depicted as severely depressed. Motivation to make things better, even if the task required isn't particularly difficult, tends to be thin on the ground once that sets in.
This season really shoots itself in the foot for rewatchability in a truly spectacular fashion. Once you know where it's going, there's no reason to care about anyone, especially the new characters, they're all going to disintigrate. Crowley's antics aren't amusing, they're neon fucking warning signs for someone who needs help and shouldn't be left alone with sharp objects. The exchanges between Crowley and Aziraphale that made me giggle and kick my feet the first time round feel like chewing glass to watch now.
“transition poses some ethical questions. Such as, from what age should you be allowed to irreversibly change your body.“
This of course completely ignores the fact that puberty makes irreversible changes to your body. But let us just rephrase the question: “from what age do you gain bodily autonomy?” Now it gets very easy to answer: From the moment you’re fucking born.
This is all completely true and correct, of course, but on the topic of changes that irreversibly change a child’s body, prithee, go and talk to a fucking ballet dancer.
If you start ballet at 16, you are too old to ever expect to be able to do it seriously. If you start at 12 you’re too old. If you want to do ballet as a serious thing, as a career, you need to start at like eight years old or even younger, because your bones and joints need to be trained while they’re still flexible in order for you to be able to perform many of the required motions and stances of ballet. In particular, you need to be able to perform turnout of the hips, but all of your joints in your legs and feet will be affected, and this irreversibly changes your body.
And yet! Nobody talks about this as a negative thing! Little girls say they want to be ballet dancers, and if their parents have enough money, that’s what they get to be! Does it cause problems in later life? Yeah, sometimes! Often, even! But nobody talks about that because it’s a thing for cis people to do and so naturally it’s all fine!
I was a ballet dancer (among other styles of dance) for 10-11 years, starting at age 6-7ish. I loved it, but not enough to make a career out of it. Dance was just a way to exercise is a fun way.
By the time I was done dancing at age 18, I had been through physical therapy for 3 separate issues caused by ballet. The worst one was because of how my hips and muscles developed and it cause discomfort in my knees so bad that I couldn’t walk very far without pain, much less climb stairs. One time at a pt session, a neighboring patient, who was elderly, said I was “too young to be here”. I was in middle school so I rolled my eyes. It was/is funny to me.
I am 23 now, and I still get stiff in some places, and I’m sure it is related to dancing as a kid. I snap, crackle, and pop like Rice Krispies.
I have no regrets because ballet and was a big part of my life. I just know that it will have long term effects on my body and there is nothing I can do to change it.
I didn’t know that ballet would affect me physically the way it did, but I still did it. If somebody wants to transition and goes in knowing and wanting the changes they will experience, then they should be allowed to do it.
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