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I'm choosing violence today. I started this on Twitter, but I'm going to finish my thoughts here like I always do.
But what really blows my mind the most is the way that people look at Aziraphale's "choice" at the end, as if he had one to fucking begin with.
I'm sorry, but Aziraphale knows how messed up Heaven is. He told The Metatron, more than once, that he did not want to go back to Heaven! We can debate what each of us means by "choice" all night because my "choice" and your "choice" might be two different concepts. He could have been strong armed by The Metatron or he could have looked at where things were headed and realized he had no choice but to intervene himself.
You need to ask yourself what Aziraphale has a moral imperative to do.
What do we owe to each other?
Seriously, if you have not watched The Good Place, I recommend you go and watch it, because it absolutely shaped how I've viewed Good Omens 2 since its release.
My levels of frustration with the bad faith mischaracterizations of Aziraphale are off the charts. If you are blaming him for everything, implying that he should have to grovel and that Crowley has a right to hurt him back, you have missed the point of Good Omens entirely.
I defend Aziraphale, but I don't think one of them is more right or wrong than the other. They're equals. They're a group of the two of them, acting and reacting to each other throughout history. They're Alpha Centuri.
I cannot even begin to explain how fucking devastated I felt when Crowley said these words, knowing he was fighting a losing battle. What he said took a lot of courage because he's finally admitting something they've both been too scared to publicly define for 6,000 years. Crowley has had to spend so long with a rough outer shell because he fell and had to hide all of his softness.
The look on his face was one of pure joy when he created that nebula, but I think the fact that he got to share that moment with Aziraphale is what has always stuck with him.
So yeah, seeing Crowley with a broken heart at the end of "Every Day" was sad for me as well.
My brain still lives here!!
But Neil has said that Good Omens 3 is not quiet, gentle, or romantic. I imagine it's going to be more like the the first season in which they are not central to the plot. GO2 will help us make sense of how they ended up where they are when we see the bigger picture with all the other major players involved with GO3.
Aziraphale was still a soldier and accidentally got himself discorporated in his own magic circle in season one. He had a platoon waiting on him to start Armageddon, and he deserted them to go save the world with Crowley instead. Aziraphale is a deserter. I need everyone to remember that. He yeeted himself out of Heaven and sought out Crowley before even locating a body just to warn him about what was happening so they could try to save the world together.
I can't help but think of 1941 and that magician who had been arrested for being a deserter.
Aziraphale disobeyed orders. That took courage but it branded him as a traitor against Heaven. They tried to destroy him for it the same way Hell tried to destroy Crowley for his part in stopping the war.
Aziraphale and Job are the only characters we have seen interacting with God directly. Aziraphale has spoken to God before and he is determined to do so again.
Aziraphale knows Heaven is flawed, but he also knows it's supposed to be good. He wants it to be good. He does not like the way the system works and he wants to make a difference. (And I'm pretty sure he's also determined to talk to God without being intercepted by The Metatron.)
Since when is that a bad thing? I don't get it. And I've had this discussion before.
If you need to change the system by burning the old one to the ground, it's still change, and we don't know what Aziraphale has planned.
It seems to me that people just want to see Aziraphale fail because it would punish him for returning to Heaven instead of running off with Crowley.
Some of y'all take everything Aziraphale says or does and twist those things into malicious anti-Crowley actions because you think the only reason Aziraphale exists is to make Crowley happy, and if he isn't thinking only about Crowley then he's doing something wrong.
Aziraphale does not exist as a plot device to further Crowley's character. They come as a pair. They've been learning from each other for 6,000 years. Crowley challenges Aziraphale just as much as Aziraphale challenges him.
You can be mad at Aziraphale all you want, but villainizing him is gross. Defending Crowley does not mean you have to tear down and mischaracterize Aziraphale anymore than defending Aziraphale means you have to tear down Crowley (but I don't see that happen on nearly the same level it happens to Aziraphale). Stop painting Aziraphale as an abusive partner, for fuck sake.
Aziraphale knows there are flaws in the system. He wants to make a difference, and since he has seen that Gabriel can change, then maybe the whole system can. He has to at least try, and if he can succeed then maybe he and Crowley can stop hiding and finally be together without having to look over their shoulders all the time.
Why is that a bad thing? He's just as protective of Crowley as Crowley is of him!
But don't forget that Aziraphale's wing was covering Adam and Eve too. As much as a wants to protect Crowley, he has a moral imperative to keep humanity safe as well.
He sent Adam and Eve into the unknown with a flaming sword so they could protect themselves.
As much as he wants to be with Crowley, there are 8 billion people on Earth heading toward the Second Coming and Judgment Day. They'll work together to fight alongside humanity in the end. Aziraphale should not have to humiliate himself just to earn Crowley's forgiveness. That's a rancid notion.
The Resurrectionist was a whole ass moral dilemma for Aziraphale, which is why I brought up The Good Place earlier, but that's a post for a different time.
Aziraphale has his own motivations and they're just as important as Crowley's, and they don't have to be chalked up to Aziraphale being the bad guy. Weird, I know, but shades of grey.
"To the world."
dont worry ill ball AND bawl by your side, were in this together comrade 🫡
im tryna be like fuck it we ball but it always ends up fuck it we bawl
strap sucking but I’m a hopeless romantic:
I’m feeling lazy tonight.
It’s raining hard outside, spattering the windows so loudly that I almost can’t hear you hum that little tune from our bed. Except I can. And it still makes me smile despite the fact it’s absolutely going to get stuck in my head tomorrow. It’s from an ad or something that was on during our rainy day movie night earlier.
We didn’t really focus on the movie, but I didn’t complain. I’m not complaining now, because I still have the strap on under my shorts and it’s still wet from you and I. I can feel how your eyes are burning into my back. I smile at that. You’ve never been very subtle in letting me know you want me, have you, babe? But I wouldn’t have it any other way. I shift in my chair and set down my book, stretching out from the desk with a sigh as I turn to face you.
You’re staring.
Another night, I might’ve kept you staring.
Tonight though, I want more than your gaze. So, I let my knees fall open and I can’t help but chuckle at how your eyes snap immediately to the lithe bulge in my shorts. I sigh and slide a hand down to where you’re so deftly staring. It takes one heated moment of eye contact before you’re on your knees in front of me with your hands in my waistband. My mind tunes out the rain outside in favour of watching you pull the strap free. You’re gentle with it, like always, like it really is part of my body. It’s times like this I wish it was, but it’s just as enthralling this way too.
You press your lips to the tip. A little peck. Saying hello again. Then you’re opening your mouth and taking me almost halfway. A shudder of pure bliss runs through me and I sag a little in the chair. You start to move in earnest and it’s me who gets squirmy about it. I’m grateful for your hands on my thighs. Falling off the chair while you’re sucking my strap is not something I want to repeat. Unless it makes us both laugh again.
Our room quickly becomes slick sounds of your mouth working—your tongue too—and I know if my eyes were open I’d see how your cheeks hollow a little when your lips hit the base. You pull back to start again and now I meet your eyes and smile. It’s a symphony of senses, and I’m basking in it all. You’ll take your time, there’s no rush.
I’m in good hands, all here for you to use for however long you like. <3
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been a while since i last voltaireposted
i upscaled this shit by hand. this took several hours but its ok its very enriching for me