Damn It Looks Like My Inklings Have All Run Dry

even more Aziracrow headcannons

on some (very rare) nights in the bookshop, one of the two puts on a record they brought from Maggie and they dance in the candlelight for hours

although Crowley will forever claim to be a Queen fan first and foremost, both the angel and the demon have a soft spot for old-timey music (especially the songs with a waltz-like beat)

they spend the first few times just learning how to slow-dance (Aziraphale knows the Gavotte and Crowley...we don't talk about Crowley's...dancing...and dancing is a very generous term to describe what he does)

learning to dance goes just about as well as you would expect, but after many a trodden-on foot, the two get there

one very embarrassing time, Nina walked in on the pair in the middle of a slow-dance (Crowley's head was resting on Aziraphale's, and Aziraphale's arm was around Crowley's waist) Nina and Maggie wouldn't stop gushing about how cute they were afterwards

one time on a particularly stormy afternoon the streets outside the bookshop were deserted

well, almost deserted...

if you were looking closely, you might just catch a glimpse of a tall redhead with the brightest yellow eyes you've ever seen dancing slowly with a shorter blonde wearing an alarming amount of tartan, both of whom were staring at the other with the most adoring smile you've seen in a long time

THIS !

“I did the ‘I was wrong’ dance in 1650, in 1793, 1941…”

ask game!! 15 and 36?

Thank you for the asks :D

15: last thing I ate was some of my brother's Easter bunny (he shall never know)

36: Do I paint my nails? Yessss normally they're black and pink (the only two colours I have lol)

The TARDIS rooms headcannons: DOCTOR EDITION

c h a o s

in the best way possible, of course

there are at least 10 different unfinished tinkering projects scattered around the room at all times

whenever the doctor swears he's going to finish one, he gets an idea for another (me with fic writing fr)

he has a desk in the corner, which is mostly covered in notepaper with a mix of English and circular Gallifreyan scrawled across them

and we're pretty sure that's a bed under all that paper

but at this point who knows? Does the doctor even sleep? (he does, just not in his bedroom...or, you know, a bed)

the door to the room changed depending on the preferences of the doctor occupying it

10's door had about 20 different 'gadgets' glued onto it, while 12's was made of deep mahogany panels and what was probably once a bright brass doorknob (it hasn't been polished in 604 years)

although the various companions can enter the doctor's room at any time, the TARDIS tends to steer them away from it whenever he needs to be alone

but when she thinks that the doctor could stand to gain from actually talking about his feelings for once, companions may find themselves turning a corner and suddenly becoming face-to-face with his door

practically the only clean surface in his room is a set of shelves lined with trinkets and souvenirs that remind his of each of his companions

a preserved rose for Rose Tyler, a bead from one of Clara Oswald's dresses, a framed paper snowflake for Ruby Sunday, and a blank page that some of the companions suspect is from River Song's diary (it is)

pinned onto the wall next to the shelves are a collection of polaroids, one of every person that's ever travelled in the TARDIS

Donna's one has both her and the doctor laughing together (or possibly at each other), and Yaz's one is blushing furiously next to an equally red 13, and Wilfred's one is just him beaming at the camera

the doctor likes to pretend he's not sentimental, but we all know the truth <3

songs from my ineffable husbands playlist <3

From Eden (Hozier): Honey, you're familiar, like my mirror years ago; idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword; Innocence died screaming, honey ask me, I should know; I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door.

Northern Attitude (Hozier + Noah Kahan): if you get too close, and I'm not how you hoped, forgive my northern attitude, oh I was raised out in the cold...

Love of my life (Queen): Love of my life, you've hurt me...you've broken me down, and now you leave me...

Do I wanna know? (Hozier cover): Crawling back to you...every thought of calling when you've had a few? cause I always do...

Little talks (Of monsters and Men): So wait, wait, wait for me, please hang around, I'll see you when I fall asleep...

First Love/Last Spring (Mitski): And I don't wanna go home yet...let's walk to the top of the big night sky...so please hurry, leave me, I can't breathe, please don't say you love me...

Atlantis (Seafret): I can feel it coming down, and in my heart and in my head, tell me why this has to end...my Atlantis, I can't save us...

Daylight (David Kushner): Oh I love it and I hate it at the same time...you and I drink the poison from the same vine...hiding all of our sins from the daylight...

Good old fashioned lover boy (Queen): Does this one even need explanation?

making this made me realise just how angsty my good omens playlists are T_T

Aziracrow headcannons: GARDEN EDITION

their garden is perhaps not the neatest in town, but definitely the most loved

when Aziraphale saw how much Crowley enjoyed gardening, he tried to learn how...the key word here being 'tried'

after MUCH reading, he no longer waters plants to death, or leaves them in the sun until they shrivel up, but can't quite bring himself to trim off dead leaves or snip buds, even when countless books (and Crowley) have told him it helps keep the plants alive

although Crowley likes to complain about all the wasted seeds and soil, he secretly finds it adorable how much his angel cares about the things Crowley's interested in

their garden is...chaotic, to say the least

the grass is neat enough, trimmed to perfection by Crowley, but the joy on Aziraphale's face when the first randomly planted wildflowers pop up stops him from properly organising everything else

Crowley tends to take note of the plants Aziraphale likes cooks with

he doesn't say anything, but a few weeks later a few of them silently turn up in the garden

they grow a lot of fruit, and every month or so they turn all the excess into jams, spending the whole day in the kitchen together (and almost all of the next day in there as well, cleaning the huge mess they managed to make)

Crowley heard somewhere that Hawthorn trees are good for nightingales

he planted one in the corner of the garden...just to see what would happen

and in the very centre of the garden, surrounded by spring flowers and neatly trimmed grass, is a singular apple tree

okay so I was listening to the Great Gatsby (the musical, of course) and the song Absolute Rose is 100% just Aziracrow trying to get Nina and Maggie together like:

Crowley: You remind of a rose, an absolute rose

Aziraphale: Or better yet, a bud, just waiting to bloom

Crowley: once you open, open up anew

Aziraphale: You'll be an absolute rose

Crowley: Once we cultivate you

Aziraphale: You know what's grand about a rose

Nina: Who are you calling a rose?

Crowley: Is sometimes they look best when they are arranged

Maggie: Here we go...

Aziraphale: I should fling you together, find a boat, push you right out to sea

Crowley: or maybe lock you in a room and see what happens to bloom

Happy Good Omens 35th anniversary !!!

I didn't think I would love these disaster gays as much as have when I started this show, but here we are :D

To celebrate, my first Good Omens fic is coming soon for the GO for a picnic event on ao3!

Aziracrow headcannons (because they're idiots and I love them <3)

okay so the shortest known battle in the history of the world was 38 minutes long. It took place in 1896, from 9:00am-9:38am

and doesn't that just scream Aziracrow?

hear me out:

Crowley: oh yeah, Angel, hell wants me to tempt some humans into starting another war

Aziraphale: Another one? really? and this soon after the civil war - it feels rather lazy, doesn't it?

Crowley: well, you know those guys, always got quotas to fill. Plus, I'm already on thin ice with downstairs at the present, I'm afraid I can't really get out of this one.

Aziraphale, sighing: I know, I know...I suppose...what do you say to a teeny tiny war?

Crowley: ...just how tiny are we talking?

Aragon: And this is Legolas Greenleaf, son of the Elvish King Thranduil, Prince of the Mirkwood, esteemed archer.

Legolas: Yo.

I think that one of the funniest things about Legolas (especially in the movies) is that he’s literally the only Elvish prince in all of Middle-Earth but everyone treats him like he’s just a random guy. And he ACTS like just a random guy as well which makes it even better