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#good omens breakdown
ayenah-ayenah · 9 months
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U ever just sit down and think— oh what a great love story Good Omens is.
Adam, the antichrist himself, loved his parents, his *real* parents, the ones that loved and raised him. He denied his destiny bc he knew what love is, and it isn't whatever the fck Satan is to him. He loved his friends, his family, and the world— love altered reality.
Beelzebub and Gabriel found each other. An angel and a demon who has known nothing but to obey what they thought they were made for. Choosing sides was their thing, but now, they found something worth more than that. They fell in love and suddenly, nothing else but them made sense.
Then, there's Nina and Maggie, defining a love that is new, and exciting, and difficult— makes you wonder if it would be worth it. In the end, Nina needs to heal and Maggie swears to wait. And I just wonder if it would work. I wonder if they'll be able to fall in love with each other, without outside forces pushing them together. Will they find their way to each other? But I think of Good Omens and I remember, it's a love story, so, maybe, they will.
Finally, there's Aziraphale and Crowley— the old love. Azi & Crow stopped Armageddon bc they love the world, and each other.
I keep thinking about their love, the way they reciprocate it so well.
S1, "Even if this all ends up in a pile of burning goo, we can go off together," that line made proof of Crowley's love, and it was directed to Aziraphale. He didn't need Heaven nor Hell, and he loves Earth, but when he said that line, that was him declaring that if they can't save Earth, then it doesn't matter— as long as Aziraphale is with him. That's his love, his truth, and it's them, Aziraphale and Crowley together.
Then, s2 (one of many reasons I love s2), Aziraphale proved to reciprocate Crowley's sentiment. "Nothing lasts forever," he said. He loved Earth, the bookshop was proof of this, he made a life for himself on Earth out of love. But, all that, meant little compared to Crowley. Aziraphale has been disobeying Heaven for as long as we have all witnessed, and he wouldn't have stopped Armageddon if he didn't know any better. And yet, here he is, willing to leave the life he's built on Earth with humanity, to be in Heaven with Crowley.
Aziraphale has been loyal, to the best of his ability, towards Heaven. He believed in the ineffable plan, but look at him now, going back to Heaven fully determined to change it because he knows that it will never be safe for them to be together unless they fix this. Heaven and Hell will always want their war, and unless they do something about it, it's not going to be a happily ever after for Aziraphale and Crowley.
And Crowley was hurt, has felt abandoned, and rejected. Because he just wants to grab Aziraphale and escape, but Aziraphale walked away.
And Aziraphale, too, was hurt, has felt abandoned, and rejected. He wanted to work on their happily ever after together, but Crowley walked away.
And after watching to the end, I wondered if they would work, if they would find each other again. But this is Good Omens, it's a love story, and in this love story, Aziraphale and Crowley have always been able to find each other.
And it's amazing. I have been thinking of love everytime I watch Good Omens. It just radiates so much love.
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athousandyearstime · 7 months
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Dripping wet and desperately broken, Crowley’s very last words to his best friend in all the world had reverberated around him like his own personal hell. I won’t even think about you. All the things he could have said and he’d chosen that.
we’re not out of the tunnel, i bet you though there’s an end - @mygalfriday
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boylikeanangel · 10 months
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thinking about aziraphale and his forgiveness and how it is literally the greatest act of love he is capable of giving.
thinking about how angry he is with crowley for kissing him in that moment, in the worst possible fucking moment, when he can't kiss him back, when he can't return what crowley is trying to give him, and he forgives him for it. crowley has hurt him, he's broken his heart, put him in an absolutely impossible situation, and he can't DO anything about it, so he does the one thing he knows how to do best, and says "I forgive you".
he's falling back on his most base religious conditioning. the one thing he is confident in his ability to do as an angel. it's one of his favourite things, after all. so much of his existence has been spent trying to make crowley know he is forgiven, because that's all he can do. that's the one way he can allow himself to love crowley.
he forgives him, because he loves him, and he forgives him, because he cannot love him.
and he has spent six thousand years trying to save crowley, trying to fix him, to make it better. to do more than just forgive him for who he is, and what he has to do. to be able to do more than that.
and he thought he'd finally found the answer, the solution to all their problems, to crowley's problems, and crowley doesn't want it. he wants to save crowley, he wants to fix him, but crowley won't let him. crowley seems intent on destroying himself for aziraphale's sake, from aziraphale's perspective.
so he can't save him. he can't fix him. he can't make it better. he can only forgive him. he can only tell crowley that no matter what he's done, no matter how determined he is to remained damned and alone and beyond saving, aziraphale forgives him for it. even if god will not, even if he will not forgive himself, and take aziraphale's hand and lift himself up into what aziraphale deems a better existence, aziraphale will. he will forgive him for all of it. that's what love is to aziraphale. it's forgiveness. for everything someone is, and everything they can't be. so he forgives crowley. for loving him. and forgives himself. for not being able to love him back. and he hopes it's enough.
and it's a shame, it's such a shame, that to a demon like crowley, forgiveness is utterly meaningless.
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cannibalhellhound · 1 month
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I had this sketch and finally got to finish it
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I love David Tennant in every shape or form but I love long hair and the color is just 🤌🏼✨
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saudrag · 9 months
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some ineffable bureaucracy for healing hearts ❤️‍🩹
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dialogue:
G: What are you doing…
B: Silly angel, you have no idea how beautiful you look, do you?
G: Well… I suppose not? Is it a good thing?
B: …I like your face structure
G: Oh!.. Then it’s good! :)
B: …
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dyketennant · 2 months
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i want a good david tennant ugly cry in good omens s3. i want crowley to absolutely fucking lose it and finally shatter after centuries of trying to keep up the façade for the sake of both himself and others. david i know you can. i’ve seen it. please
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bylrndgm · 5 months
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GOOD OMENS (2019 - ) 2.01 The Arrival
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miurenne · 10 months
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crowley asked calmly
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bloop-booop · 7 months
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Crowley isn’t always touching Aziraphale, right? Thats Azi’s thing. But during the ball dance scene, I’ve been looking at there hands.
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Even when Crowley was very distressed at that moment, he was still relishing the small touch he could get from his angel.
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Imma continue crying now
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STAGED LIVESTREAM SUMMARY S1
BABYGIRLS, BITCHBOYS, AND BOYCOTTERS OF THE BINARY, HELLO MAGGOTS OF MINE. Can you tell it is past 5 am and I just took my sleep meds? We all know how well that goes for my post-making prowess *stares at my good omens part 1 update on Neil's blog*.
BUT that is a regret for post-sleep me to have. When the sun rises I'll go to bed, it's a fucked up sleep schedule but hey the sun and I can't be up at the same time we'd all combust from the hotness. Oh I'm going to regret this so much. But I feel like it's only in this state that I can do justice to that goddamn livestream.
STRAP IN BECAUSE THIS IS A LONG POST AND I WILL NOT CUT IT BECAUSE I WANT EVERYONE WHOSE DASH IT LANDS ON TO YEARN FOR SPIRTUAL EYE-BLEACH.
Soooooo without further ado, or should I say much ado about nothing (see I can reference Shakespeare):
The stream starts, and we are witness to David Tennant being pointy and chaotic, Michael Sheen being adorable and enraged, and Simon looking close to tears at all times, which is a fucking mood.
I am witness to a disturbing degree of thirst every time Michael turns to the side. Michael in profile, they all swoon. I am concerned.
I'm reminiscing about my lockdown memories. David looking confused in a hoodie is very fucking relatable. Once, I started sobbing because my wardrobe looked like a wardrobe. It was a time for us all.
However, everyone else is busy yelling about different showings of Hamlet, Richard the Something Number, etc etc. No one is paying attention to me and my poor poor memories.
Now, I read original Shakespeare when I was like 13, .I like him. But I do not have this level of expertise. FRIENDS, ROMANS, COUNTRYMEN, LEND ME YOUR EARS, I beg.
No one pays attention. I am sad.
I go off to sulk.
By which I mean I actually pay attention to the show. So maggots reading this and wanting an actual summary, this is the only time you're going to get it, because it was when I was watching.
Basically, Simon (I'm gonna refer to their characters as them but for the record it's scripted, I'm being so considerate to the people who're here for an actual summary) digs himself into a hole, Michael does not like him and makes that very known, David offers to get Simon out of the hole and in the process digs both of them into an even deeper hole, and Samuel L Jackson (is that his name) and Michael become unlikely allies to get revenge on David.
Rather than an apology dance, though, David has to stand in a corner. Meanwhile, Georgia and Anna are the only ones actually functioning at their lives, Michael gets blackmailed into servitude by his neighbour, and Simon holds back tears. Judi Dench is involved (that's her name right).
Now as you can see, I am paying full attention to the show until this point. At this fucking point though, I make the poor choice of opening the stream chat.
@thescholarlystrumpet's profile picture is a certain angel. Focused on... the lower half.
Everyone in the chat is talking about Aziraphale's thighs.
This derails. Everyone is now talking about Aziraphale's dick.
Strumpet insists vehemently that the thighs are the focus.
Everyone says the thighs are only there for framing purposes.
You know me, maggots. I'm drawn to chaos, shark to blood. So I end my sulk at not being the centre of attention, and delightedly hop into the chat.
Someone (@vitrilol it was you, I believe? until confirmation, I'll refer to them as Ari) says they wish someone liked their thighs.
So naturally I say I like your thighs.
Oh, swoon, the flirting, you maggots would be scandalised. I'm quite the charmer. It is delectable. We take it to the bedroom. The bedroom is the stream chat. There are gasps.
Another maggot says that this is simply mine and Ari's room, and they're just in it. So then I tell them, why simply stand and watch? They should join in.
They say they have mixed experience with threesomes. I ask who said we're capping it at three?
They are far more comfortable with the idea of an orgy. An orgy has now been initiated. Some people express concern. Others are entirely on board.
Some say they are afraid they're too old for the said orgy, they're old enough to be my aunt. I say nonsense, you wanna orgy, you orgy.
Ari takes this opportunity to wonder if I'm old enough to be their aunt. They then hasten to assure me that they like MILFs.
I find this hysterical, because I am a nineteen year old guy whom people have said gives off tiktok fuckboy energy in real life. I make that fact known. I'm glad that being a man and being 19 does not exclude me from being a MILF, however.
At this point, Ari points out that at least people find me attractive, even if it's a tiktok fuckboy way. I am unsure that being attractive is worth giving off tiktok fuckboy energy. (Thank god, this is not my only vibe. I also have unkept stinky teenage boy, witch and Jane Austen debutante princess, but weird).
Someone else says that hey, I'm closer in age to their son than them. I am about to ask whether their son is eligible and how many pounds he has a year, when they add that the son is 12. I tell them I am glad I did not ask those things. They agree.
The show is still going on. Someone is gasping on Georgia's phone, and I assume it is labour (I learned my lesson about assuming orgasms after the good omens pilot). I am correct. A maggot says that labour and orgasms do not sound the same.
I'm a clueless aspec boy. I don't know about labour or orgasms.
There is some debate then about whether screaming in pain is a difference or a possible common ground for those two things.
The orgy is expanding. Strumpet has to step in to say that while thirsting about the actors is entirely fine, please everyone refrain from sexting in the stream chat.
I feel like I should state here for the record that no one was sexting.
Well. Okay. That's a dubious stretch of the truth, but I love dubiously stretching the truth.
David abuses chairs and beds and his limbs with his posture. I relate.
The neighbour nearly dies, then does not.
The internet gives up on the stream. This is fair. Poor internet.
But while the video is lagging, someone mentions that one of their favourite fanfic authors passed away.
Comfort is offered, as is my brand of aggressively gentle love. Basically DON'T FUCKING APOLOGISE, sweetheart, your grief is valid. Strumpet says how in case she should disappear she's given a friend the authority to post her WIPs as a precautionary measure. And now people are crying.
I ask Strumpet to pause the stream. We all get really fucking emotional about the beauty of writing, of art enduring past the lives of the artists, and whether the author knew how much they were loved. This is getting really sad, but in a beautiful way.
We go back to the stream. Who knows what happens? Not me.
But what matters to me isn't what's on the stream, it's what's in the chats. The people I get to talk to. The hope that I can, at the very least, ensure that they are never, ever unheard. That they get the love they deserve.
I'm too sleepy to reread that. Meds have kicked in. Eyes shut time. If I fucked up somewhere in the post do forgive me maggots of mine, it's past 6 am which means the sun has risen and I need to go the fuck to sleep till noon is over at least.
I love you. Love love love. Send me anything you want anytime. My ask box is open. Go wild. You will not be fucking unheard. Yeah? Good. I love you, again, for good measure.
@howmanyholesinswisscheese ya proud of me, dad?
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ineffablelvrs · 7 months
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hello!! friendly reminder that aziraphale and crowley like to hold hands :) unfriendly reminder that they're separated now and can't hold hands :)
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the-apology-dance · 6 months
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Post Armageddon Headcanon
I refuse to believe that Aziraphale, Crowley, or both DIDN’T get thrown into a breakdown from how mentally and emotionally exhausted they were after the fight against the four horsemen and Satan himself. Combined with their executions.
Honestly so much emotionally charged events happened leading up to what very well could’ve been the end of the world that they both just suppressed because they didn’t have the time to dwell on it.
The bandstand conversation. The bookshop fire. Aziraphale discorporated himself. Crowley seriously drove through fire. Saw how the other would die. Could’ve very well have gotten themselves killed on multiple occasions.
I wouldn’t be surprised if one (or both) of them just started sobbing on that bench in St. James’ Park as everything caught up with them.
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linipikk · 9 months
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The literal angel on Crowley's shoulder leaving him :)
I can't make gifs BUT you can see they MAKE A DAMN POINT to show Aziraphale walking out his shoulder
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nuklear-sauce · 6 months
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CROWLEY HAD THE BULLET-HOLE-IN-THE-WINDOW TRANSFERS?????
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NEIL GAIMAN, HOW DO YOU REMEMBER THESE THINGS???????
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actual-changeling · 6 months
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this might be a me thing (probably is) but honestly i think aziraphale intentionally saying everything he did KNOWING what it was going to mean to crowley is way, way worse than him being unintentionally cruel.
carelessness can be fixed with conversation and understanding, if he really did not know better there's pain and heartbreak, yes, but also hope that you can move on from it.
but him intentionally saying those things to crowley? even as part of a trick or farce or double meaning? that means he knew exactly how to be cruel to him and then decided that it was either the easiest and/or the best option. i could not forgive that. there is ALWAYS a way that does not involve breaking the soul of the person you love.
so no, i don't think it was all a trick or that he was trying to secretly communicate something. i'd rather have aziraphale go through a genuine learning experience and properly talk to crowley about all of it than have crowley realise that it was all on purpose. that aziraphale looked at him and went "yeah, i'll say all that horrible shit to his face with a smile, this is definitely the best option and will have no consequences whatsoever".
there is always a way. always. i have been in situations with incredibly high stakes and emotional distress and being intentionally cruel is never the option you choose if you really love that person. you just don't. you rather bite off your own tongue than hurt them like that.
honestly, i would want crowley to walk away from him in that case because to me that's unforgivable and not fixable anymore.
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shaakyhaands · 10 months
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I want to imagine Crowley’s fresh red hair colour is from him Having a Moment and dyeing it with box hair dye.
Crowley, 3 AM, crying over a hotel bathroom sink: this is what the humans do, right?
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