The cloudless sky was a blue blanket with millions of tiny holes. The wind was a soft caress, ruffling the leaves on the ground.
Lying on a blanket, amongst the leaves, Michael Jones looked up at the sky, attempting to count each and every twinkling speck.
On his chest, Michael's husband, Darius twisted the buttons of Michael’s shirt. With his ear pressed to Michael’s chest, the sound of Michael’s heart thumping in his chest was like a sweet lullaby. Michael was alive, it was a war to get to this point, but they did it; Darius helped his husband slay the dragon that was his depression. Of course, the dragon wasn’t actually dead, just dormant, sleeping, waiting for its next opportunity to strike; But for now, the husbands were soaking up every second of peace the dragon’s temporary death provided.
“I love you.” Darius said suddenly.
His voice was raw and horse from all the yelling they’d done that day.
“I love you too. I wish I loved you enough to set you free though.” Michael said.
“Stop it. I’m not a prisoner.” Darius said.
Michael always said he wasn’t worthy of being loved by anyone but Darius knew that that was just the depression talking.
On his darkest days, Michael would scream and throw things, telling Darius to leave, pack up the car, and drive off.
Darius knew that it wasn’t his husband talking on those days. It killed him to see Micheal battle the darkest parts of himself all alone.
They’d tried therapy, meds, and a whole host of hippy-dippy treatments, and it worked; until it didn’t. For a couple of months, Micheal was alive and on fire. To-do lists were getting checked off, sex was being had, and Darius felt like he’d gotten his husband back.
Then, a flip would switch and suddenly they were crashing, free-falling from the sky. But Darius was always there. Whether they were flying high or nose-diving, Darius was right there, sticking to the words he said to Micheal when they stood in that dirty little chapel in Salt Lake City and exchanged vows and rings.
“Til death do us part, remember?” Darius said, turning his head to look at his husband.
Micheal’s chest bounced as he let out a laugh.
“Geez babe, I didn’t know you actually meant it.” Michael said.
Darius shook his head before shifting himself higher on his husband’s chest.
“Of course I did.” He whispered, kissing Michael’s lips.
And he did. Even when Michael lost his head and didn’t know how he’d ever make it to tomorrow, Darius loved him and would do all that he could to support his man.
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The fact that Good Omens S2 was SO QUEER.
Not Just Maggie and Nina (and Lindsey)
Not just Aziraphale and Crowley
Not even just Gabriel and Beelzebub (who is NB)
But the magician shopkeeper and his trans/NB spouse who wore a fancy early 19th century dress to the ball.
Job's son who was flirting with Aziraphale (hilariously played by Ty Tennant giving Michael Sheen heart eyes in front of his dad lmao)
Even the tough macho man in Scotland that Aziraphale borrows the phone from - using it for "Grindr".
Plus of course Michael, Uriel, Muriel, and Dagon also all being non binary/gender queer characters.
With all this, there was no homophobia, no one batted an eyelid at any characters sexualities, sexuality wasn't even brought up, characters just are who they are and like who they like. Its a non issue in the GO universe.
AKA my favourite type of queer representation. The same type found in The Sandman (show not comic).
And whilst there was plenty of drama and not everyone gets a happy queer ending (YET) there was no queer trauma to be seen. No hate crimes, no "bury your gays", no stupid discussions about how HARD it is to be out of the closet in a bigoted world, because the GO world isn't bigoted.
Its SUCH a BREATH OF FRESH AIR.
I know we have similar experiences in The Sandman, In OFMD, and even in WWDITS, but each time a new show takes this very new approach towards queer representation I feel like I'm once again sinking into a comforting hug from someone I love, who loves me back.
Its just really fucking wonderful to see. I hope we keep seeing it more and more often.
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Even When I Lose My Head
Ask anyone who’s ever battled with their mental health and they’ll tell ya, it’s not easy. And for Darius Jones, watching his husband, Micheal, deal with self doubt, depression, low energy, and Micheal’s constant begging for Darius to find a ‘more stable partner’ breaks Darius heart. But Darius made a vow to Micheal; promising to be there in the best of times and the worse of times, and Darius plans to keep that vow; even if Micheal loses his head.
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