#so they get him aome soft serve and he's like 'hey i know this! i like this!'

[grillsdontcry]

Tbh Good Omens season 2 was a little weird to me. These are just my personal thoughts on it.

Everything was a little off. You see how Crowley and Aziraphale have obviously known each other a long time, but they didn't really show how they know each other, the way really old friends do, friends who have helped and (pretend) fought each other for centuries. Idk, I think it's because they didn't really show any of the casual intimacy they should have.

Also: I think Crowley and Aziraphale should've been living together. Crowley was living in his car, and Aziraphale already had that room that he gave to Gabriel. It would've made sense, and would've given them the intimacy that I didn't really notice in this season? Like, people were already calling them husbands from the first season. They had that domesticity, but then it was gone in this one. Crowley could've kept his plants in the shop, and it could've shown how Aziraphale has also gotten into the habit of talking to them like Crowley does.

Besides that, it felt like we didn't really need some of the plotlines, like the zombies or Nina and Maggie, most bc we didn't see why Maggie was in love with Nina. We saw her pining over her, but we didn't see how it started, or why they might be good together. Aziraphale really didn't have to use them for his lie.

Aziraphale and Crowley also felt a little out of character compared to the first season. Aziraphale a bit too naive, and Crowley a bit too serious. Obviously Aziraphale isn't jaded by any means, and Crowley isn't the sort to be excessively jovial, but they had just successfully outmaneuvered both Heaven and Hell and averted the apocalypse. I feel like there's room for more complex characterization.

I liked Beelzebub and Gabriel's romance, but I think there could've been more. Instead of the zombie episode, we could've had one dedicated to Beelzebub and Gabriel, who both also seemed out of character in the show, ngl. Beelzebub came off as a little too open from the start, and I like Gabriel with a softer personality but that's definitely not what he was like in the beginning. I think they could meet up that one time and complain about the Apocalypse That Wasn't, and how it starts is that they would wonder why the Hell (Heaven in Gabriel's case) an angel and a demon would work together to save the world, what is it that's so good about Earth? And so, they would decide to find out. They would investigate Earth's joys together. There could be a montage where instead of just showing them meeting a couple times at a few places, they go anywhere and everywhere, they go to amusement parks and get soft serve ice cream and try ice skating and watch movies and experience so many things together. Basically they go on a whole bunch of Not-Dates around the world and experience the pleasures that humanity has to offer for the first time. And then after all that, they could be sitting at the pub, and the song would be playing in the background, and there would be a Vibe.

Beelzebub, with dawning horror: Is this...?

Gabriel, bemused, This Close to an Epiphany: Are we...?

They realize it at the same time.

Both: Oh no.

They both vanish. They ran away.

But then, unable to stay away, they meet up again. They stare at each other.

Beelzebub, unusually flustered: Well. I figured it out. What about you?

Gabriel, blustering: I also figured it out. But, uh, I think you should say what you figured out...to make sure we figured out the same thing.

Beelzebub: I want to hear you say what you figured out first.

They get nowhere. They go get drinks.

With several empty beer mugs on the table, Beelzebub says: Alright, on three, we'll say it at the same time. Ready? One...two...three.

Neither of them say it. They both take gulps from their beers. Cut to the table being absolutely stacked with empty tankers. The bartender's like, 'Uh, I think I should cut you off,' and Beelzebub does something demon-y to scare him and he's like 'Nevermind, have as many as you like, no need to pay!'

Cut again. There's a fortress of empty beer mugs.

Beelzebub, thoroughly drunk: Wha' wassit you wanned ta' say?

Gabriel, absolutely plastered: I think...it was...uh...I think...

He thinks about it. He's thinking so hard right now. Finally, he wrestles it down: Are we in love?

Beelzebub, pointing: Tha's whot I figured out, too!

And last but not least: Crowley and Aziraphale. It really didn't need to end the way it did. And I think that Metatron's first choice to replace Gabriel shouldn't have been Aziraphale, but Crowley. He would decide to return him to his full former angelic glory. Even better than his former angelic glory, actually. Aziraphale would caution him that Crowley would refuse, but Metatron would request that he ask him anyway.

Cut to Crowley's response.

Crowley: #!$*_!\":$€&`[·§Г^}￦ฯ!$% (censored for sensitive ears)

Cut to Aziraphale informing Metatron of his answer: He said no.

Metatron sighs and says: Very well. And you, Aziraphale? What do you think of taking Gabriel's position?

Aziraphale, smiling politely: I'm afraid I have responsibilities down here that I must see to. I can't let just anyone run my bookshop, you know. They might sell my books.

He turns away, and we see from the way his expression changes out of Metatron's sight that he feels he's just dodged a bullet on fire being chased by the snapping jaws of a crocodile which is followed by the gaping maw of an enraged grizzly bear which is overshadowed by an oncoming meteor the size of Birmingham. Basically he makes this face -> 😬

Metatron, meanwhile, is somewhat put out: I suppose I have no choice, then.

He tells Gabriel he can return to his former position.

Gabriel: Hm...nah.

Cut to Metatron sitting hunched in a chair with his face in his hands.

Muriel: Would you like some hot chocolate? :)

Metatron looks at her. His other options are Michael or Uriel.

He asks her.

Meanwhile, at the shop, Crowley is sprawled in his favored armchair while Aziraphale hands him a cup of tea. "Everyday" is playing on the record player.

Aziraphale: You know, I quite like this song. I think it's grown on me.

Crowley: Not me. I'd like it if I never heard it again. He played it every day, all day, that feathery bastard. The only reason I didn't break the record is because you'd be cross.

Aziraphale, smiling at him: That's the only reason?

Crowley: If you're implying I actually love that song, don't. There's no secret love here.

There's a pause.

Aziraphale: You know, if you really wanted to visit Alpha Centauri, I could...make some time in my schedule.

Crowley: Oh, yes? Your schedule of not selling books?

Aziraphale: Yes, that one. You let me borrow your car, after all. It's only fair I do something for you.

Crowley, scoffing: You do plenty for me. You're the one who fixed the car in the first place after it burned up spectacularly, you let me move in--insisted on it, actually--

He holds up the cup: -You got me tea.

Aziraphale: Well, I--I want to. I want to do those things for you.

Crowley, pausing (he doesn't quite know what's happening): It's good tea.

Aziraphale: Well. Good.

There's another pause.

Aziraphale: Crowley, please tell me if you don't want this.

He takes Crowley's cup and sets it aside, and then he places his hand on Crowley's shoulder and leans in, closing his eyes.

Crowley pulls his head back, a look on his face like what's happening?!

Aziraphale doesn't see it since his eyes are closed. He kind of stays in place, eyes squeezed shut, lips puckered.

Crowley's alarm fades as he stares at him. After a moment, he leans in.

Their kiss is soft. They're so in love and it's so sweet and domestic and tender I might cry

I think it could've been really nice