I am sorry it took me so long to watch Good Omens. I saw that you wrote "to my sole remaining reader", and I felt so bad reading that, you deserve all the readers :( Back when you started writing for Musketeers, I actually started watching it :D but, to confess, it was a first time I didn't like something that you liked. So I was so happy when I saw you found a new fandom! I just took a couple months (and a 2 week illness) to get myself enough free time to watch it. Oop.
Next. :P After reading your first 2 fics, I remember I was craving for interaction between their "sides" and the husbands. I was hoping to see some angst in some demons or angels hunting them of sorts. And you warned for violence, you warned for angst, but nothing could prepare me for the wings. I already had to reread the golem part twice before I felt I was able to drink in everything that happened to them, but then. The wings. It was just... So horrifying. It was a terrible, horrible, gut-wrenching read, and I am so glad the boys have it behind them. Oh gosh, I just don't even have the words.
And the curious thing about Gabriel is that in a sense, he was much more human than any other angel or demon in this big-ass fic (and it IS big, holy shit, Rainjoy, don't get me wrong, the longer it is the more I love it, but I wonder how much work this was for you and you poor arms...). His inabiity to start gasping the concept that his convictions might be flawed and his complete denial in the face of it ... It is so, so familiar from our world, maybe more now than ever. He was truly frightening, because he was so much like a lot of people we actually *know*. :(
I kind of felt a little sorry for Crowley at the end of this. I *know* that the most traumatic thing happened to Aziraphale, but I could empathize a lot with Crowley seeing him hurt, Crowley feeling broken and useless and paniced... He convinced himself that he was bad, and that the only thing that matters, the only thing that EVER is Aziraphale. And then to watch him go through losing him twice in the span of this fic... Like Aziraphale said, what would have destroyed him would have been done to Crowley. Crowley actually went through that. TWICE. And I don't know, I feel like he still doesn't believe that he deserves better than this feeling of failure, and fear of losing Aziraphale.
I just... I kind of really wanted to hug him by the end of this.
Loved what you did with "what do colours mean". It's not about what someone else judges as right as wrong, it's how you choose to interpret this change in you that defines you. That is beautiful.
I honestly cried a couple of times while reading this. I cried after the golem, I cried during the hospital (and after Crowley woke and Aziraphale was not there), and while they were racing in the car to Adam's. Oh my god. And then when Anathema came over after the wings, I suddenly remembered "Watch your back" and I yelled out and I had to go for a walk, I felt like throwing up and then I felt like crying for a while. It sounded so, so profoundly unfair, for fuck's sake.
By the way, I can tell how much fun you are having with their Britishness :D :D but yeah, gonna move on to the next fic.
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Date: 2019-11-01 06:15 pm (UTC)I am sorry it took me so long to watch Good Omens. I saw that you wrote "to my sole remaining reader", and I felt so bad reading that, you deserve all the readers :( Back when you started writing for Musketeers, I actually started watching it :D but, to confess, it was a first time I didn't like something that you liked. So I was so happy when I saw you found a new fandom! I just took a couple months (and a 2 week illness) to get myself enough free time to watch it. Oop.
Next. :P After reading your first 2 fics, I remember I was craving for interaction between their "sides" and the husbands. I was hoping to see some angst in some demons or angels hunting them of sorts. And you warned for violence, you warned for angst, but nothing could prepare me for the wings. I already had to reread the golem part twice before I felt I was able to drink in everything that happened to them, but then. The wings. It was just... So horrifying. It was a terrible, horrible, gut-wrenching read, and I am so glad the boys have it behind them. Oh gosh, I just don't even have the words.
And the curious thing about Gabriel is that in a sense, he was much more human than any other angel or demon in this big-ass fic (and it IS big, holy shit, Rainjoy, don't get me wrong, the longer it is the more I love it, but I wonder how much work this was for you and you poor arms...). His inabiity to start gasping the concept that his convictions might be flawed and his complete denial in the face of it ... It is so, so familiar from our world, maybe more now than ever. He was truly frightening, because he was so much like a lot of people we actually *know*. :(
I kind of felt a little sorry for Crowley at the end of this. I *know* that the most traumatic thing happened to Aziraphale, but I could empathize a lot with Crowley seeing him hurt, Crowley feeling broken and useless and paniced... He convinced himself that he was bad, and that the only thing that matters, the only thing that EVER is Aziraphale. And then to watch him go through losing him twice in the span of this fic... Like Aziraphale said, what would have destroyed him would have been done to Crowley. Crowley actually went through that. TWICE. And I don't know, I feel like he still doesn't believe that he deserves better than this feeling of failure, and fear of losing Aziraphale.
I just... I kind of really wanted to hug him by the end of this.
Loved what you did with "what do colours mean". It's not about what someone else judges as right as wrong, it's how you choose to interpret this change in you that defines you. That is beautiful.
I honestly cried a couple of times while reading this. I cried after the golem, I cried during the hospital (and after Crowley woke and Aziraphale was not there), and while they were racing in the car to Adam's. Oh my god. And then when Anathema came over after the wings, I suddenly remembered "Watch your back" and I yelled out and I had to go for a walk, I felt like throwing up and then I felt like crying for a while. It sounded so, so profoundly unfair, for fuck's sake.
By the way, I can tell how much fun you are having with their Britishness :D :D but yeah, gonna move on to the next fic.