I Sometimes Forget That Crowley And Aziraphale Have CANONICALLY Kissed. On The Lips. Wow

Crowley, in Aziraphale's french revolution voice: I hAvE sTanDaRdS

Shax: What are you, Crowley's emotional support Angel?

Aziraphale, sweating: What? that would be wonder - er, terrible, yes how terrible of you to suggest that! I am shocked and outraged at the mere thought of me supporting my dear - my mortal enemies's emotions....with support...

Shax: You're literally texting him right now to check if he's drunk enough water today

Have we been sleeping on this?!

Shax just casually taunts Aziraphale with being Crowley's emotional support angel and Aziraphale reacts like this:

Look at that eyebrow lift and that almost smile. He likes it!! And then Jim is right there and he realizes that if Jimbriel retains his memories when he gets restored, he's going to be screwed, so he needs to act like he's annoyed by the suggestion.

But look at him!! This precious cinnamon roll wants nothing more than to be his demon's emotional support angel.

Your honor, I love them.

the dumbest temptations that Crowley has ever performed:

tempting a cat to walk over to him when the little 'pssh pshhh kittyyyy' noises weren't working (It was a black cat so it was totally evil and demonic guys trust)

spent 30 seconds panic-adjusting the meat he was offering to Aziraphale in the Job flashback so that it would taste just right

"IT NEEDS MORE SALT WAIT NO THAT'S TOO SALTY NEVERMIND WHERE'S THE SEASONING WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY DON'T HAVE SEASONING HERE I THOUGHT GOD CARED??"

his sunglasses made everything too dark for him to see the little stars in Aziraphale's eyes so every time he gets a new pair he makes sure they're just dark enough to hide his eyes and block out bright lights but not dark enough that he can't see his angel's beautiful pupils <3

snakes.

whenever a snake species starts becoming endangered he tempts governments into giving funding for wildlife conservation (occasionally if they're still endangered he grabs a snake or two to raise and reintroduce himself) (It's EVIL because they're POISONOUS and eat...well, mostly mice but don't tell Hell that)

tempting the guy in charge of the playlists at his favourite bar to play angsty songs on repeat when he's brooding >:(

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!

THIS !

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

me, shivering under 3 blankets on my bed in the middle of winter: sUnSHinE? wHeRe? whErE iS tHe sUNshiNE?

god i love being able to do work from my laptop on a bench in the sunshine with an iced vanilla latte by my side

14th doctor headcannons: FLUFF EDITION

most of these take place after the events of the giggle

the Nobel fam soon discover what it's like to live with a (semi) retired time-lord with a sonic screwdriver and far FAR too much spare time on his hands

Donna will come downstairs for a glass of water in the middle of the night, and he'll just be sitting there with the disassembled parts of what she's pretty sure is her new microwave spred out of the floor in front of him

the term "I don't want to know" becomes a common household phrase very quickly

Rose and him become partners in crime almost immediately, of course

one time Shaun introduced him to power tools in an effort to 'bond'

ask any of the Noble family what happened in the days that followed and you'll be met with a face that looks like it's reliving war-time memories (it is)

Rose takes him out thrift shopping and is delighted to realise that the doctor has the exact same reaction that she once did to seeing all the gorgeous tops and skirts and dresses that are available for under £9

he also loves all the antique shops dotted around London

he once found an old map of 'the known universe' complete with star charts and the Earth, right in the centre

"It's practically primitive, of course, no offence Rose, it just is, but it's rather charming in its own, unintelligent way."

after talking with Wilfred one day, he decided to try his hand at gardening (it's meant to be rather therapeutic, apparently)

he planted a bunch of wildflowers in the garden beds without rhyme or reason to them

Donna thought it was lovely but secretly doubted that they would take seed properly and make it through the winter

come springtime, however, the whole garden was blooming with wildflowers <3

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

OKAY headcannon time:

Once in the 17th century Crowley and Aziraphale got into a fight about the best type of wine (Crowley likes red, Aziraphale likes white) and for the next decade or so, two of the best red and white wineries in England got a seemingly out-of-the-blue 'sponsor' who paid them outrageous amounts of money to grow the best grapes and buy the fanciest brewing equipment. The two wineries formed a dramatic feud that lasted for years, passively aggressively trying to drive each other out of business and sabotaging wine tasting competitions all over the country to try and one-up the other winery.

Until one day, two young ladies from each winery fell in love Romeo & Juliet style and ran off together to live out their dreams of lesbian beer brewing in Ireland. Moved, the mysterious sponsors tried the other's wine for the first time and had to admit they liked the other's better (although they would never tell each other that)

They mutually coincided to calling the great-wine-off a tie, and the legend of the feuding families is still present in some parts of the English countryside that Aziraphale and Crowley are still to sheepish to visit to this very day

GUYS this song is so Thoshcei:

(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.