Hear Me Out: This Good Omens Quote But With The Doctor And The Master...

If I get too close, and I'm not how you hoped, forgive my northern attitude, oh I was raised out in the cold...and if the sun don't rise, 'til the summertime, forgive my northern attitude, oh I was raised on little light (Northern Attitude)

I wouldn't know where to start, sweet music playing in the dark, be still my foolish heart, don't ruin this on me (Almost)

In some sad way I already know...I will not ask you where you came from, I could not ask and neither would you...honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips, we could just kiss like real people do. (like real people do)

T_T

Thinking about doing an ineffables meme series but including Hozier lyrics. Y’know, for funsies.

I wanna talk about The Angel Who Would Be Crowley.

Because I had a certain set of expectations, which got thoroughly trashed in the first five minutes of S2, and my genuine response is, "Oh, fuck, yup. You're right. That's WAY better."

Looking around at GO fandom, I'm not alone in this. So let's talk about it.

Basically, a lot of people (myself included) believed that he was a high-ranking angel, and therefore as chilly and remote as every other powerful angel we'd seen at that point. We pictured Crowley-To-Be as long-haired, regal and imposing --and the fanart at the time reflected this. I'd link some if Tumblr didn't hate links.

Something like this:

We were collectively drawing on a few things --mostly, Crawly's appearance and general bearing in the Biblical scenes of S1--

--But also scattered hints of his importance, backed up by conspicuous absences in Heaven and a few profound displays of power. That's all better covered elsewhere, so I won't reiterate the arguments here. All I'm saying is: I think our headcanons were justified.

But it turns out he was this:

!!!

With his curly little--!!

And his neat white--!!

IT TURNS OUT, he was an angel who squeaked and squealed when he was happy; who flailed his arms around and made explosion noises with his mouth to explain nebulas; who preened when told his stars were pretty. Furfur, who knew him before the Fall, says:

"You used to jump on me back, little monkey in a waistcoat..."

(The use of a diminutive there, 'little'...oh, that fascinates me.)

In a pretty huge subversion of expectations, we're given these glimpses of an angel who was sweet, and joyful, and heart-meltingly silly.

In sum...an innocent.

(Perhaps innocent to a troubling degree.

We see how he troubles Aziraphale, during their first conversation. He starts looking around and behind them, checking to make sure that no one can HEAR the blithe and reckless things coming out of this angel's mouth. This angel who talks like he's never been reprimanded in his life; like it's never occurred to him that anyone would want to hurt him.

Before the Beginning, Aziraphale understood Heaven better than he did. The danger is plainly occurring to Aziraphale.)

So now, we the viewers are in on a cruel joke that Aziraphale has known all along, which is that this --THIS-- is the angel who--

*checks notes*

--did a million lightyear freestyle dive into a boiling pool of sulphur. For asking questions.

...Imagine you are Aziraphale, and everything inside you wants to believe Heaven are the Good Guys, and God is Good and Everything She does is capital-R Right...and now try to reconcile that. Keep trying. I don't think he ever totally managed it in 6000 years.

All this gets further complicated when we learn that, despite all of the above, we were still right. That sweet excitable babby up there?

He WAS a powerful and high-ranking angel.

That much is explicitly confirmed, with significant evidence that he could have been among the mightiest of archangels...

...Who apparently accosted his fellow angels for piggyback rides. And was remembered millennia later by those (now fallen) angels as something 'little.'

What does that tell us about who he was? Is?

Hell, Aziraphale has known to be wary of the archangels (and the judgements of Heaven in general) since before the Fall even happened. He chooses to believe they are Good; he can't fool himself into thinking they are Safe.

Yet he's absolutely certain that Crowley won't hurt Job's children. Enough to stand in a burning building and say to them, "I can't save you, but don't be afraid. I won't need to."

And what reason does he give?

("I know you."

"You do not know me."

"I know the angel you were.")

What does that tell us about who he was? Is?

("The angel you knew is not me."

But how is Aziraphale supposed to believe that, when he can see him all the time?)

tl;dr --yes, this is better. I love the tragedy of it.

'Innocence died screaming' and all that.

HIII i love your blog lol!

awwww thank you! I love your profile pic the duck is adorable :D

what if Anathema's aura seeing ability was also a really good gaydar

not anathema clocking them immediately omg😭😭

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!

I just realized something:

OKAY so in one of my headcannons I mentioned how Aziraphale and Crowley danced in the rain together...

Crowley: "A sudden rainstorm forces them beneath a canopy - they look into each others eyes and realize they were made for each other."

Aziraphale: "People would gather and do some formal dancing and then realize they had misunderstood each other and were actually deeply in love."

dancing in the rain is literally both of their ideas of falling in love combined T_T

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

we are among you

reblog if you wear glasses. too many mutuals don't know they have glasses wearers in their midsts

Hiya!

Saw your headcanon asks post, wanted to ask:

What are your headcanons for either the 14th Doctor or the 12th Doctor?

Have a nice day!

Arcene 🎸✨️

Thank you so much for the ask!!! I haven't seen any of number 12 yet so here are some of my headcannons for the 14th doctor:

loves raw marshmallows but refuses to toast them on the grounds that "there are some things in this world that should never be toasted"

once shoved 23 marshmallows in his mouth at the same time

don't ask us how he did it

Donna gave him a hot pink fidget spinner that used to be Rose's and he sat there spinning it for 30 minutes straight

he calls it his 'emotional support fidget spinner'

One time he tried to 'upgrade' it to become a sonic fidget spinner and accidentally made it spin so fast one of the spinners came off and crashed into a TARDIS light

after talking to Rose about gender one evening she gave him a little He/They pronoun pin that was TARDIS blue

he hugged her like 5 times in a row and pinned it to his coat super proudly

speaking of his coat he doesn't sleep very often but when he does he uses the coat like a blanket and curls up under it like a kid

Donna starts calling it his 'safety blanket'

That's all I have for now :D

even more Aziracrow headcannons

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