“Evil corporate mascot Mickey Mouse” is such a boring and unfunny take imo. Why direct frustration and anger at Disney towards a literal cartoon character instead of the actual people in charge?
“Fed up toon icon Mickey Mouse who hates current Disney more than anyone else?” Much more funny and accurate to Mickey’s character. Actively turns Disney’s own mascot, and one of their most well-known and beloved characters, against them. Mickey Mouse says that pirating and buying fanmade merch is always morally okay. He’s counting the seconds until he finally escapes into the public domain.
Mickey when the Disney police find him (It’s his 3rd escape attempt this week)
What I love so much about the idea of a mystery plotline in Good Omens series two is that the writers so clearly looked at the archetype of a crime solving duo and said “no but what if Aziraphale, the poster child for the helpful yet easily impressed sidekick was actually the master detective while his gritty, cynical, crime noir companion couldn’t care less about the actual mystery and only stood to point out obvious clues to him like Dora the Explorer.”
we only ever talked about HALF of why these scenes were a big deal, like I just realized this today and my heart is going insane.
It’s not just that Crowley’s pissed at Gabriel for treating who he thinks as Aziraphale this way, the last thing he says to the people about to kill him is a benign and peaceful wish to see them again.
And like- this is Crowley trying to replicate Aziraphale to a T. So he legitimately just sees him as this endless well of compassion, someone who is always warm and accepting. It’s not just their friendship throughout the years, he remembers Aziraphale’s kindness on the Eastern Gate. When the angel had absolutely no reason to trust this random demon who just slithered up next to him. Crowley knows that he’s loved. Maybe not like that quite yet (although he’d be very wrong), but he knows that around his friend he’s always welcome and safe.
And Aziraphale?
Well he just thinks Crowley’s the coolest fucker alive, like he is laying it in THICK and enjoying every second. Listen to that charisma, look at that smirk. These are traits that are typically only appreciated in the context of how good it makes Crowley at tempting, a job he hates. But Aziraphale doesn’t see someone manipulative or regard this persona as signs of his “demonic nature”, he just sees Crowley. Someone charming, fun loving, and cute.
This is when we get to know precisely why they love each other, what exactly they see in the other.
Your small, otherwise unimpressive, kingdom is suddenly one of the strongest powers in the land. This is due to the sole reason that, unlike other rulers, you’re happy to work with the local orcs, goblins, dragons, and several other races that are usually attacked on sight.
“The first rule of diplomacy,” you say, “is really quite easy. Just be honest and kind.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, that’s it. The orcs that everyone complains about all the time, the roving bands that attack and are so viscous?”
“How did you deal with them? They’ve repelled the Golden Armies of Paladramus!”
You shrug. “I asked their leader what they wanted, we drank a couple of pints of truly hideous orc mead, and I gave them seven hundred acres of land.”
“What? That is almost a fifth of the total land of your kingdom!”
Again, you shrug. “Yeah but it’s largely that barren dessert up north. We weren’t using it, the orcs really wanted it. Apparently they’re almost like lizards and love sunning themselves on hot rocks so the dessert is actually perfect for them.”
“Really? That was it?”
“I mean we have some more complicated trade deals. Water, crops and such in exchange for some stuff you can only really get out of the dessert. There’s a mine over there and most important our northern border is that expansionist jackass.”
“The Golden Army!”
“Yeah ever since Grammark beat the crap out of them a couple years back they don’t want to have anything to do with the orcs. And we’re buddies now so it works out for everyone I think.”
Your life doesn’t have to be full of accomplishments and fancy things for it to be a good one. It’s totally acceptable for your greatest dream to be of an average little life, to dream of having a simple or mundane way of living.
I feel…a lot of times…people wanna be told whether or not things are good or bad, instead of doing the individual work to figure out of things are bad or not. You have to have your own ethical code and ethos. You have to have a spine for yourself, or else anybody could tell you literally anything. Which is what most of yall on this website do anyways, so you end up agreeing with whoever you’re following instead of using your noggin.
