the best part of my lady jane is after they fuck for the first time and she in the daylight softly looks over and he is. a fucking horse. passed out on the floor. it's just a motherfucking horse on the ground. and the narrator is like "it's so magical to see someone you love as they truly are 😊" yeah that man she just fucked truly is a horse. amen, show of the summer.
my lady jane is all the modern women wants. that being watching history’s forgotten women live again in a way that blatantly says ‘fuck you’ to history and also a guy with the sluttiest (affectionate) necklaces you’ve ever seen
Every episode of supernatural I watch one of them is saying “we should Go and Hunt Monsters on The Road” and the other is saying “are you sure? What about that Recent Traumatic Event?” And then the first one goes “what would make me feel better is to Hunt, and Kill Monsters, on The Road”
I don’t get how people don’t like Frank’s solo projects, like what do you mean you don’t want to hear a 40 year old man sing the saddest lyrics ever written like he’s about to cum??
I’ve seen some posts that are variations of “I wish they’d just queerbaited me instead” and while I’m sure most of them are jokes, it’s still rubbing me the wrong way.
I first read Good Omens when I was about 15 years old. At the time I was closeted, and extremely depressed. I knew I was feeling a lot of things that I wasn’t “supposed” to be feeling, and that I wasn’t feeling other things that I thought I should be feeling. I knew I was different, but I hadn’t figured out exactly how yet. Good Omens came into my life during this time, and it spoke to me. Crowley and Aziraphale’s relationship was not defined, but the queerness was obvious, just beneath the surface. And even beyond them, it was a book about choosing love. Adam chooses his love for his family and friends and Tadfield over being the antichrist. Anathema chooses a life with Newt over Agnes’ predictions. Crowley and Aziraphale choose their love for the world, for humanity, and for each other, over their duties. It’s against the rules. It’s deviant. But it’s the right thing to do. Love, in every form, is always right, that’s what I learned from Good Omens as a sad repressed queer teen. And I fucking loved it. I saw myself and my own struggles in that story.
When the first season of the show came out, there were a lot of accusations of queerbaiting thrown around, but I never saw it that way. It’s always been a story drenched in queer themes and motifs, intentional or not. Would it be nice to see the angel and demon kiss? Of course. But I didn’t need it. I was happy with the story the way that it was.
And then season two came out, and honestly? I underestimated how much blunt textual queerness would mean to me. And I’m not just talking about Crowley and Aziraphale. All the queerness. Maggie and Nina. The magic shop owner and his spouse. Beelzebub. The story of Beelzebub and Gabriel falling in love and choosing each other over their respective sides, which took those queer themes already present and doubled down on them. Even little things like Crowley offhandedly saying “actually not either” to “you’re a good lad” took my breath away.
The ending was heartbreaking, but it was heartbreaking because it felt so real. It tapped into a specifically queer pain, the pain of repression and fear, and how easy it is to give into the desire to simply fit in, and how that can tear apart our relationships.
It truly, sincerely, means so much to me. This story that I’ve loved and seen myself in for over a decade, has just said back to me, loudly and utterly unapologetically: yes, you are a part of this story. yes, it’s for you.
So, no. I wouldn’t have preferred to be queerbaited.
God did the good omens kiss get it right. 6000 years of love and frustration and anger. Humanity and vulnerability and fucked-upedness. Complicated love and relationships and feelings and loving someone but hating them for what they did!