Happy Good Omens 35th Anniversary !!!

things my autocorrect has changed 'Aziraphale' to:

Paleographer

theology

overestimate

cavalierly

When ur mutuals w/ some cool ass people rb if u agree

Anyway if you see this you have to reblog and tag with a delight from ur day -- even the littlest thing counts

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

THIS !

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

i sometimes forget that crowley and aziraphale have CANONICALLY kissed. on the lips. wow

and it hits me a bit too hard when i remember about it

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

THIS. THIS IS THE KIND OF STUFF THAT WE SHOULD BE TALKING ABOUT

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

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