When ur mutuals w/ some cool ass people rb if u agree
you look great in that frog costume
“But the TARDIS does your hair?”
“It…uh it does”
Something about the doctors delivery there makes me think this is like the time lord equivalent of your mum doing your hair xD
(Allies or Enemies by the Crane Wives)
The words I speak are wildfire and weeds, and they spread, like some awful damn disease, and I swear, I didn't mean what I said, I swear I didn't mean it.
Remember when I could tell you not smile when you were mad, and you'd always crack, and we'd both be laughing in the end...now you're not so quick to forget.
Are we allies or enemies? This will be the death of me, this will be the death of me. All is fair on love and war, but I can't fight with you anymore, this will be the death of me.
What happens now? Do we bow out, and take our separate roads? I'll admit that I've had my doubts, but I want to be let in, not out, I want to be let in, not out...are we allies or enemies, this will be the death of me, this will be the death of me.
me, on the verge of tears: w-what?
Hey, hey guys! Guess what!
No nightingales!
every pride month the bookshop gets decorated with every pride flag imaginable
one time Aziraphale got upset cause be couldn't find a big enough version of a flag
and the next day Crowley appeared with a giant one (he totally sewed it himself but denies it to this day)
if Crowley's really bored one day or Aziraphale loves a book, they'll tag team to stop anyone from buying it
as a last resort Crowley once turned into a snake and coiled up on the shelf above the book and Aziraphale told the customer that the snake 'got a tad bit testy' when someone takes 'one of his' books.
there's a reddit forum dedicated to conspiracy theories around the bookshop snake to this day
Crowley posts outlandish theories on it that everyone assumes to be fake but are actually true just to mess people (obviously, there's no way that Mr. Fell's pet snake is the immortal snake from the garden of Eden, you're just grasping at straws at this point)
he thinks he's hilarious and occasionally shows the ones he's most proud of to Aziraphale
Aziraphale was against it at first but then he realised that a demonic snake might encourage potential book thieves (customers, Angel, they're called customers) from attempting to purchase any books
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!
TW for panic attacks and just general angst - stay safe <3
he has the 'I could've done something to prevent it, therefore it's my fault' mentality for almost everything bad that has happened throughout their adventures
he's only now just starting to realise that he's not to blame for absolutely all of it (he's been told that it's not his fault countless times by practically every companion he has)
they despise feeling helpless or being told they can't do anything to help people
had a panic attack when UNIT was told by the UN not to 'interfere' with the construction of a British nuclear testing facility even though it was highly unstable
15 minutes later he went back in time and prevented its approval, of course
tends to go non-verbal during panic attacks (you can tell he's reached the tipping point when he stops trying to talk his way out of a situation)
Donna prompted him to start learning ASL to help them communicate when he has panic attacks
they start having little ASL conversations during boring UNIT meetings that she drags him to (they bicker like siblings)
he tries to avoid sleeping as much as possible since he has really vivid nightmares, usually about his past companions
on really bad nights he sneaks into the TARDIS and flies to a random nebula to watch the stars
sometimes they lose track of time staring at the sky for hours until Donna has to send the other doctor to find him
on those nights, the two doctors tend to sit together in silence for a while, heads resting against each other in quiet reassurance
he dissociates a lot more than his previous versions
sometimes multiple times in a conversation, especially if it's a conversation about things he'd rather forget
his friends have gotten real good at bringing him back (most of them have years of practice at this point) but River Song was always the best at it
which makes it hurt all the more when he finally feels someone tapping gently at his shoulder or calling his name and he looks around to see where his wife is
only to remember that she's not here
he doesn't cry very often - he's more likely to scream or kick something or go into problem solving mode then he is to cry
but occasionally, despite their best efforts to keep moving forward, keep running, they think about all the people that they've lost, all the lives they've ruined, all the companions they couldn't save and they can't stop the tears from flowing
...
he's so very old now
he's so very tired
Anyway if you see this you have to reblog and tag with a delight from ur day -- even the littlest thing counts
Beelzebub's fly hears the drama
Week 87 of posting Good Omens memes for Everyday until Season 3
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
yall the hyperfixations were hyperfixating so i made this blog about it They/He/She ❤🧡🤍🩷💜🤍💚 #translivesarehumanlives🩵🩷🤍🩷🩵
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