Ugh, was having a great time mocking my recently imprisoned rival when I noticed the camera positioning makes it so that I appear behind the bars, thus framing me as trapped in a metaphorical prison of the narrative, now my whole day is ruined. Fuck.
as soon as the internet decided depression and anxiety were the everyman mental illnesses and therefore not to be taken seriously we were all fucked tbh bc the fact that i have to feel embarrassed to admit i have debilitating anxiety because people will think im just an uwu dont call me out coward is ridiculous. its insane that i have to clarify that my depressive episodes are like life threatening and not whatever dipshit dumbed down idea of depression people seem to have like oh yeah i just wanna watch netflix and eat ice cream and not text people back. like bro i think im the devil
like maybe depression and anxiety are household names now but they do still kill people. like. theres a reason they fucking kill people.
endlessly delicious and also fucking devastating to me that aziraphale and crowley’s insatiable all-consuming need to protect each other at all costs is the exact thing that is tearing them apart
like. they are both victims. we know this. THEY know this. but their inability to see each other as anything else is literally the exact reason they are never going to see eye to eye. even when they’re fully aware of the fact the other reciprocates their feelings. crowley is protective, so protective, to the point it makes him incredibly small-minded and so quick to anger, literally a hairline trigger for blowing up at aziraphale when he senses he’s put himself at any kind of risk, and it makes aziraphale feel small and stupid and only pushes him away further. his immediate response of closing ranks around them both the second he deems them being in danger only makes aziraphale feel suffocated, in the same way that heaven has been breathing down his neck for thousands of years, and it frustrates him to no end, and it’s exactly how metatron managed to get his foot in the metaphorical door of aziraphale’s desires at the end of this season. and aziraphale is so convinced of crowley’s intrinsic goodness, so resentful of his fate on his behalf, that he literally cannot just take crowley for who he is. he’s so certain that he can make things better for crowley that he’s blind to the reality that all that would make crowley’s circumstances better is being loved by aziraphale in the pure and simple way he’s convinced is impossible. his saviour complex only makes crowley feel more broken, more undesirable, than he ever would have done had aziraphale just hated him like he was supposed to. the exact ways in which they love each other so desperately is precisely what’s pulling them further apart. they just cannot stop trying to save each other. and in doing so they’re ensuring that they never will. and ok, this is presumptuous as all hell, but maybe some time spent as enemies, true enemies, will be exactly what they need to finally see each other at face value. not a problem for them to solve, but a person with whom they can weather anything that may come their way, for better, or for worse. and they will face it together, instead of trying to just shoulder it all for the other out of some fucked up obligation born from guilt or pity.
good omens 2 is genuinely so funny. it’s like a good omens/crossover fandom fic got turned into a whole 6 hours of television. crowley and aziraphale kissed and then immediately broke up. the main plot of the show revolves around trying to get two lesbians together jane austen style. half the runtime is dedicated to random historical flashbacks of crowley and aziraphale homosexually interacting. they got rid of every single one of the straight couples. it’s canon compliant to the bible
