Lately, while reading some Good Omens fanfiction, I’ve been thinking about how many things this story, and especially this fandom, makes space for that mainstream fiction often skips over. Not just gender in all its breadth and nuance, and not just every kind of orientation and way of loving, but also disability, neurodivergence, mental health, and all those quieter parts of being human that don’t always get written with care. The things that make each of us different, specific, and real. So much of standard narrative still leans on a narrow idea of what a person looks like, sounds like, lives like. Even when it tries to be inclusive, it can feel like a checkbox or a side plot, rather than something lived-in. But in this fandom I’ve found a wider range of experiences than I expected, and often written with so much gentleness. People aren’t reduced to one trait. Identity isn’t treated as a problem to solve. It’s just… there. It’s part of the character’s world, the way it is in real life. And for me, that’s had a real impact. I’ve finally seen parts of myself reflected on the page in ways I didn’t realise I’d been missing. And at the same time, I’ve been able to learn about lives and perspectives that aren’t mine, things I might not have explored deeply otherwise. It’s made me more open-minded, more aware, more careful with how I understand other people. It’s strange, in a good way, that a fandom built around an angel and a demon can hold so much humanity. All I know is: it’s helped me, properly, and I’m really grateful for that.