Headcannon Timeeeee:

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.

GO for a picnic

As promised, here's the fic I wrote to celebrate the 35th anniversary of Good omens, for the GO for a picnic theme.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65464063/chapters/168492133

Happy reading, and happy anniversary!

questions and statements are very welcome :D

bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

omg this is adorable THANK YOU

Hi :D

kinda random ask but: your username is 'stoat on toast'...could you draw a stoat on toast? bonus points if it's cute and bonus bonus points if drawing it makes you happy :)

two sleepy boys

(it did :))

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)

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)

SNEK HATS

this has probably been done before BUT Aziraphale makes these little snake hats for Crowley

you know the ones...

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.

crying about thoschei rn T_T

no but like the song 'Little Talks' by Of Monsters and Men is so thoschei coded

...Now you're gone, gone, gone away, I watched you disappear, all that's left is the ghost of you. Now we're torn, torn, torn apart, there's nothing we can do, just let me go, we'll meet again soon...

Now wait, wait, wait for me, please hang around, I'll see you when I fall asleep

Don't listen to a word I say (hey!) The screams all sound the same (hey!) Though the truth may vary, this ship will carry our bodies safe to shore...

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