Songs From My Ineffable Husbands Playlist

im crying that ineffable pin is cute T_T

wait AND there's a sonic screwdriver one?? 10/10 adorable <3

New additions to the pin jacket!

Can y'all guess where I got these? (2 of these I haven't even posted about)

the dumbest miracles Good Omens characters have performed: AZRIAPHALE EDITION

FIRSTLY OUR LITTLE PROBLEM ANGEL IS THE INVENTOR OF FRIVOLOUS MIRACLES AND WE LOVE HIM FOR IT

using constant miracles to keep those three little wisps of hair perfectly framing his forehead during the french revolution era

repeatedly reheating cups of cocoa (he makes it, sits down all cozy, gets distracted by a book (or Crowley), realises it went cold, reheats it, and the cycle continues)

once reheated it 7 times in a row before accidentally knocking the mug onto the floor

making random little trinkets in the bookshop turn the same yellow as Crowley's eyes <3

getting rid of that little moustache he drew on for his magic act in 1941 (he used a permanent marker)

proceeded to have to use the exact same miracle after drawing on the moustache for his performance at Warlock's eleventh birthday party

adjusting old clothes to still fit him even after a full decade (cough cough the waistcoat from 1941) because they remind him of his favourite things (read: Crowley)

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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.

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!

How Aziraphale and Crowley would propose to each other: (part 1)

yall we all know Crowley would freak out about it for ages

he would have every little detail meticulously planned out months in advance like the romantic he really is

Aziraphale totally knew he was going to propose for ages (Crowley literally left the business pamphlet for the engagement photographer on the bookshop table by accident on two separate occasions)

he spent hours arguing with the ringsmith to make sure that the ring was PERFECT

inscribed on it in looping cursive is the phrase "my world"

one spring morning Aziraphale woke up to find a note next to his pillow that just read 'Angel - Berkeley square. 2:00.'

(Crowley had re-written that note over 30 times, attempts ranging from a page long love letter to two words on a piece of otherwise blank paper.)

Aziraphale, of course, made sure to wear his best outfit for the occasion, seeing as Crowley was probably the least-subtle being in the universe when it came to secret proposal planning.

Crowley's speech was hesitant at first, like he half expected to be turned down, but as he began speaking the words he had prepped and scrapped and written over and over again, his confidence grew until he was able to meet Aziraphale's eyes and see the blazing in his Angel's expression.

In the end, he forgot most of what he had planned to say, and just started saying what he felt was right.

Crowley: We've known each other a long time - we're a group, a team. A team of the two of us. And we've spent our entire existence pretending that we're not...apart from these last few years, which have been the best years of my life...Angel? Make me the happiest demon in the world, which, I know, is basically like asking you to make me the fastest sloth, but I -

Aziraphale: Oh Crowley...oh Crowley, Yes.

Crowley: ...Yes?

Azriaphale: Yes.

“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

THIS !

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

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?

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.

me, on the verge of tears: w-what?

Hey, hey guys! Guess what!

No nightingales!