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this is so thoschei coded im dying T_T

You know what trope I wanna see more of? Couples who have been married forever who are estranged but still in love but estranged. You know me better than any other person on earth. I haven't seen you in three years. I never stopped loving you. If I have to spend another minute in your presence I will murder you. I'm hurt and I need you right here with me. God you're such a dumbass. You're the only one I trust to do this job. I want you out of my sight.

good omens headcannons: AZIRACROW EDITION

Aziraphale takes very good care of his clothes, and in the very few instances of them gaining tears or rips he painstakingly hand-stitches them back together

he once spent half an hour agonising over two practically identical colours of thread to find the one that matches his waistcoat perfectly

whenever Crowley rips his clothes (which is a weekly event) he uses whatever will take the less amount of effort physically possible to fix it

one time Aziraphale walked in on him using a stapler to staple the seams of a pair of pants back together

they both decide they wanted to learn to cook at the same time and spent many evenings arguing over the finer points of the recipes

they tried to use a cooking tutorial on youtube but it quickly deteriorated into both of them yelling at the video every five seconds for 'getting cooking wrong'...the video was made by a professional chef

one time Crowley put a vanilla sponge in the oven and then promptly forgot about it

when he did finally remember it it was burnt so bad it was black all over so he just left it on the counter to deal with it later

Aziraphale came home and thought it was a chocolate cake

suffice to say he was very disappointed when he tried a slice

Aziraphale never used to sleep much but one day in winter Crowley was asleep on the bookshop's couch and he thought he would just take a teensie nap

they both woke up 3 days later curled up on the couch together <3

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Aziracrow, 1941:

Aziraphale: I knew you'd come through for me - you always do.

Crowley: Well, you said trust me.

Aziraphale: And you did.

Aziracrow, season 3:

Aziraphale: I knew you'd come through for me...you always do.

Crowley: ....

Crowley: well, you said trust me.

Aziraphale: ...and you did.

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

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)

awwwwww thank you for tagging me! I haven't been on here for long but yall have been so nice :D

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@literally everyone who's liked/reblogged one of my posts, it makes me so happy!

 A friend threatened me to repost so I will!

Basically, there r tons of fake asses on tumblr who just want comments and followers, so someone started this to see who's actually a good friend. Everyone I tag better repost (and tag other people and preferably threaten them in a creative way as well) bc I'm high on caffeine and newfound lesbianism and will resort to violence.

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I would tag more people but they're the only ones I've really interacted with-

Even More Good Omens Headcannons:

so we know that Hell has a photo of Crowley and Aziraphale shaking hands in 1941, which they attempted to threaten them with

BUT hear me out:

Beelzebub had known Crowley was 'fraternising' with an angel since Rome...

they didn't usually make time to visit Earth, but that Archangel Gabriel was sent down to observe some human thing or another, and really, they couldn't let an agent of heaven have the run of the place, could they?

and while they were there, totally not spying on the Archangel's activities in fly form, they happened to see the demon Crowley speaking with the angel of the eastern gate, Azifela or whatever his name was

they brushed it aside though, confident that it was just another one of Crowley's elaborate temptation plans (several of which Beelzebub had been forced to sit through tedious presentations of)

They thought nothing of it, until a couple of centuries later, when Beelzebub had just popped over to France to watch the revolution play out (well, to watch the guillotine play out - they didn't much care about sides as long the decapitating got done)

and, of course, sensing an angelic presence in the Bastille, they had to check it out (because what if it was Gabriel??)

...

It turned out to be that Aziraphale fellow, who had somehow gotten himself all tied up in a revolution that had absolutely nothing to do with him at all, and Crowley was there with him! And they were b a n t e r i n g

like they were friends or something

which was ridiculous - an angel and a demon couldn't be friends, no matter how hard they tried

and say what you will about Beelzebub, but they're a demon with professional standards, so they snapped a picture of the pair having crepes together (crepes? really) (side note: cameras were definitely invented during the french revolution no need to look it up no really don't google it)

so, yes, over the centuries, Beelzebub had collected enough evidence of Crowley and Aziraphale's...friendship, arrangement, whatever you wanted to call it, to make sure the both of them were sufficiently...dealt with by their respective head offices

but something stopped them from turning in the photographs

maybe it was the spread of compassion they still had buried deep, deep down within their demonic heart

or maybe it was the fact, the feeling, that if Aziraphale and Crowley could do it, become friends against all odds, maybe Gabriel and Beelzebub had a better chance then they thought

honestly if 15 gave me a hug I might actually explode

Words cannot describe how much I need a hug from the Doctor. Literally any of them. It is not a want it is a need. I'm 100% convinced it would fix me

good omens: WEDDING EDITION (part 1)

yeah that's right; below is my idea for the perfect Aziracrow wedding <3

they argue for ages about the venue until they see a news article saying that South Downs in England has officially re-introduced native nightingales into the area

and I mean, after seeing that, could they get married anywhere else?

Crowley in a dress.

a beautiful black lacy dress, complete with tall silver heels (not that he needs the extra height)

Aziraphale has a tartan bowtie, of course

they're both wearing a green carnation pinned to their lapels (Aziraphale got the idea from his dear friend Oscar)

when Aziraphale goes to walk down the aisle, time almost seems to slow down (and maybe it does; who knows?)

he's almost glowing a soft golden colour from the sheer joy

he gives the impression of a sunrise - warm, peaceful, and filled with hope for the coming day

Crowley, on the other hand, looks like a sunset

bold, elegant, and strong, never quiet the same from day to day, but with a hint of pink some nights, splashes of purples and blues on others - the kind of breathtaking view that makes you stop and watch for a while

standing together, they look like they were made for each (which, of course, they were)

not night and day, exactly, nor twilight and dusk, but the gorgeous bursts of colour that paint the earth's skies to celebrate the dawn of a new time and the completion of a finished one

even Gabriel and Beelzebub (who weren't on the list but showed up anyway) had to admit that they looked lovely

behind the archway is a delicate, shining stain glass window that depicts (in the most accurate detail you will ever find) the garden of Eden

if you look very closely, you might spot a couple of black scales amongst the branches of an apple tree, or a gleaming white feather or two

the archway that the couple is standing under is decorated with roses, some of which are colours that any gardening enthusiasts attending are pretty sure don't exist, or at least, haven't been discovered yet

on the left side the roses are a gorgeous, glossy black

on the right side, the roses are a fluffy, sun-catching white

as the roses get closer to the middle of the archway, they form a gradient, from black and white to a very light and a very dark grey

and right in the middle, hanging above the pair when they kiss, the roses are almost the colour of stars on a clear night

14th doctor headcannons: ANGST EDITION (because let's be real he's not the most mentally-stable of time-lords)

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