sherlock holmes is a braniac loner who only has one (1) long suffering friend and alienates everyone else with how cool/smart he is = lame, done, incorrect, over, goodbye, no thank you
john watson is a broke loser who only has one (1) friend who he writes journal entries about on a regular basis and then publishes in the city paper, an act of such intense derangement it immediately alienates anyone who subsequently could ever attempt to be his next friend = yes, relatable, high art, tell me more immediately
Thereâs an infamous quote by Neil Gaiman going around, regarding the general vibe of season 2, and many people (I believe humorously) yelling that it could not be further from the truth. Particularly in the last episode, where that happens.
I disagree.
The final episode of season 2 was deeply, deeply comforting to me.Â
I am asexual. Have been my whole life. Even before I had the words to describe what that was, child-me had this feeling in their gut of being an outlier, that everyone was exaggerating, or in on some joke, that I wasnât privy to. Because I was bombarded on all sides by shows and movies and books, telling the same story of love, again, and again, and AGAIN. Itâs drilled into our brains with the same fervor as the days of the week, or the quadratic formula. Meet-cute -> misunderstanding ->declaration of feelings ->kiss. More or less steps can be added to account for runtime or complexity of narrative, but thatâs the basic structure that a relationship follows. It MUST be, because thatâs the formula every character whoâs ever been in a story goes through, often times when it even feels like an add-on, like itâs only there because this is a story, there HAS to be a romance. And it has to follow the steps.
For a long time, I felt love wasnât for me, because if thereâs only one way to be in love, I sure as hell wasnât feeling it.Â
Instead, the relationship I ended up in looked a lot like what Beezlebub and Gabriel go through. Meeting someone routinely until it starts to feel comfortable. Getting to know them and slowly growing more attached. Eating chips and listening to music.
We like to joke whenever someone asks us how long weâve been together, because the answer is we just sort of slowly fell into it, and we honestly donât know when the line got blurred between âfriendsâ and âpartnersâ. And, at least for me, a good deal of that confusion, that hesitancy to label, came from the fact that what I was feeling, what we were, couldnât be love. It couldnât be romantic.Â
We were just quiet and gentle.
And that wasnât love.
Because it was slow, because it wasnât physical, because there was no structure aside from consistency and companionship. Because it didnât follow the Rules.
Then I found myself in stories, and it felt like a revelation.
Beelzebub and Gabriel arenât the first time Iâve seen a love like I feel represented in a narrative, but it never stops feeling special. And I donât know if Iâll ever stop celebrating it.
Throughout the sequence in the pub, I kept expecting them to âconfirmâ Gabriel and Beelzebub. A dramatic line, a kiss, a whatever. Thatâs what Iâve been taught to expect, after all, thatâs the only way a relationship is ârealâ. Of course, this doesnât mean Crowley and Aziraphale sharing a dramatic kiss is wrong, or that I canât see why it resonated with so many people, but for me. Those moments in the pub are worth so much more.The last scene might have been literally showstopping, but those handful of moments between the duke of hell and an archangel were the beating heart of the season for me. A simple love story in four scenes. No kisses. No âI love youâs. Not even any definition of what. The love Gabriel and Beelzebub have is strong enough for them to both want to shatter their worlds and flee their lives and itâs just.Â
Itâs just that.Â
Two people in a pub, playing the otherâs favorite song, giving a little gift, buying a packet of crisps.Â
That sequence means far more to me than any kiss ever could.
Love isnât only real when itâs hot and sudden and ephemeral, it can also be
Ok, I NEED you to understand just how insane even ATTEMPTING this was for them.
1. Playing an instrument is difficult. Doing so in sync with others even more so. Don’t think I’m stepping on any toes saying that.
2. Dancing is difficult. Doing so in sync with others even more so. Still not controversial.
3. YOU AVOID, AT ALL COSTS, MOVING YOUR BODY WHILE PLAYING A WIND INSTRUMENT. To make the correct, pleasant sounds, you need to be in the correct form. And that form involves your ENTIRE body, even your legs when sitting down.
4. “oh, but I’ve seen marching bands before and-” MARCHING BANDS HAVE ENTIRE SCIENTIFIC FIELDS DEDICATED TO FIGURING OUT HOW TO MARCH WITH MINIMUM BREAKING OF PROPER FORM. A marching band tries to be as smooth as possible while moving, so as not to jar their instrument, mouth, neck, arms, torso, or anything else.These ladies and gentlemen are BOUNCING and still playing properly, what the FU-!
5. AND ANOTHER THING! Wind instruments and dancing BOTH make demands on your breathing, so the fact that they are dancing (making you breath faster for extra oxygen) AND playing wind instruments (making you effectively hold your breath) AT THE SAME TIME is HUGE. Their lungs must be MASSIVE.
All of that also; the song is Sing, sing, sing (with a swing). If you wanna listen to some of THE SPICIEST big band ever recorded. Its a big hard song and this band does it expertly.
BUDDY youâre a BOY youâre a BIG BIG BOY youâre a BIG BIG BIG BIG BIG BIG BOY you got mud on your face you BIG BIG BOY kicking your can all over the place singing WEE wee WEE wee WEE wee WEE wee
One important thing that you should do as a queer person is to find another queer person whose brain works just like yours (romantically or not) and then adopt a cat together and then finally steal that fucking Pikachu and make it big
