In one weeks time I will be once again receiving enrichment (surrounded by a crowd of people scream-singing low tide) in my enclosure (at a wonder years show for the 8th time in two years)

Bill being turned into a cyberman is about coming out as trans actually. btw. because the very act of coming out is followed by people trying to force you back into the closet (into the conformity of a cyberman shell). people perceiving you as a monster when you look in the mirror and all you see is yourself. being told you are so strong for surviving this with yourself intact when you never wanted it to happen and just want to be you and you have to fight off everything put in your head trying to convince you not to fight to stay yourself. wanting to live but not if you can’t be you and you know you are trapped in someone, something, that isn’t you. and also because all trans people have a secret puddle girlfriend who will pull them out of the cyberman shell and offer to remake them into whoever they want to be. (she is called hrt and she can find in little bottles at the pharmacy. btw.)

and best bit is you can take the trans reading any which way. on the one hand, cyberman is. well. cyberman, and that lends itself very easily to a reading with transfem bill. OR you could point out in the other direction that despite being labelled cybermen, they’re inherently genderless in a rigid, conforming way, and so very easily you could take this sort of degendering of a masculine term and talk about how it applies to bill being transmasc instead. and the violent and strict degendering aspect obviously is relatable across the trans experience, so really, bill could be any flavor of trans and it works.

...but diy hrt?! What if some desperate kid gets their hands on that kind of info?

If some kid is so desperate to be on hormone therapy and their living situation or parents won't help them, their doctor won't help them, their state clinics won't help them, and every legal resource has utterly failed to help them, and they stumble across a handy linked guide of all sorts of resources that could still help them anyways?

FUCKING GOOD.

Trans kids deserve better than what's allowed to be given to them in SO MANY CASES. Fix your hearts.

the hum that goes on forever is peak wonder years

Another perfect no-skip album the lads did it again

OP you’re my personal fucking hero

so when is Sandra Oh gonna play Batman

now’s the time. she’s got an unnecessarily-dead wife to avenge

look i know that 13 doesn’t call them companions, i get that, but don’t we as a people deserve to see her, on a trip to the the 18th/19th century, introducing a woman as her Companion & watch them be very politely be treated as a couple because of it?

Omg yes

A friendship between Donna and Nine probably would've been markedly less tender but still EXTREMELY goood because it would be a mutual case of "oh shit! Bastard spotted! :D"

Like I'm 99% sure they would've become friends because some fuckin fascist or whatever is giving their Evil Speech and Donna and Nine just say "bitch" at the exact same time in the exact same tone and then Look at each other like aaayyyyyyyyyy

Donna, not knowing he's the doctor: well we're not leaving these people to die, you crazy bastard, so you're going to help me-

9, flabbergasted: excuse me, who's in charge here?

Donna: hi my name's donna, and i was TALKING

ok but with time travel, (and DISCARDING DONNA’S HORRIBLE ENDING) at some point Nine can meet her and they can have adventures- and Donna can be like River Song, meeting all the Doctors at different point in her time but it’s not a love story it’s the best friendship story ever. 

Donna, to 11, disgusted : OMG You’re a TWINK Donna, to 12: Wow an old man who plays the electric guitar? Can you scream midlife crisis louder for the people in the back? Donna, to 13: FINALLY SOMETHING DECENT. 

😂😂😂 YES

I was thinking… what if all demons might be “nice” if they’ve got an angel? What if the big “no-no” in getting them together is because, at the end, they will not be able to hurt each other, if they know each other?

I keep imagining Hastur, after the Apocalypsen’t, burning with desire of vengance, going after Crowley, finding him in the bookshop (as always). But Aziraphale is there (of course, it’s his shop after all), Hastur trembles because he knows what an angel can do. In the same time, Aziraphale knows that it will never stops if he start to smite demons and violence calls violence, so he try to be reasonable

Aziraphale: Oh, Lord, you must be Hastur! Crowley told me a lot about you! You’re really a nasty demon, aren’t you! Such a good… a mean, bad work you did! I’m so sorry but I cannot allow you to harm Crowley, he’s my everything and I will absolutely die before anything happens to him, I love him too much

And that’s it. Hastur is completely shattered and finally understand why Crowley is like this, why he chose the Earth over Hell.

BONUS: Aziraphale making hot cocoa for everyone, just to soothe the mood, he add to Hastur’s cup a little more marshmallows and a sprikle of rainbow chips. And the demon, tearly, looks over Crowley that is being pampered with all the Angel’s attention and love “that’s it. I want an Angel too. That bastard Crowley figured it all 6000 years ago”

YES

once aziraphale’s allowed, once he’s unleashed, he is going to have such a plethora of stupid petnames for crowley. first because he’s affectionate naturally, but primarily because he likes to watch crowley blush and fluster his way through it. dear boy and darling are the obvious ones. he knows he’s only going to get away with cupcake once, so he makes it count by saying it very loudly and very publicly when somebody gets a little too flirtatious with crowley, which, worth it. he uses sunshine but only first thing in the mornings. sometimes when he gets drunk he calls crowley favourite person which makes crowley blush something fierce and giggle. gorgeous and beautiful are certain sorts of names for certain sorts of moments, and they make crowley clutch at aziraphale and draw him closer. and sometimes, when the nights are quiet and soft and crowley is half-asleep on the sofa, aziraphale brushes his hair back and says let’s go to bed, sweetheart. 

crowley only ever calls aziraphale angel. not because it defines aziraphale, not because it defines their differences. not because aziraphale’s divine. he calls aziraphale angel because when crowley was afraid, aziraphale lifted his wing to protect him. when crowley had to do bad, aziraphale saw in him the good. when crowley was going to give up, aziraphale gave him a hand and the courage to go on. aziraphale loves him, truly, without question, without caveat. aziraphale chose him, will always choose him. aziraphale isn’t just any old angel. aziraphale is crowley’s angel. 

YESSSSSSS 😍

fave good omens ideas:

HELL YES

“To the world,” Crowley murmured, giving Aziraphale a little smile. 

He watched, his heart aching it felt so full - and a demon’s heart was never meant to hold this much, not ever, not ever, and maybe it would burst - as Aziraphale smiled. It was one of his beautiful smiles, soft and uniquely tender, his eyes crinkling up at their edges.

“To the world,” he whispered, and clinked their glasses together. They both sipped at their champagne, and Crowley couldn’t tear his gaze away from the angel as he set his glass down, daubing at his mouth before he leaned closer. He started talking, and Crowley didn’t really listen to it, exactly - it was about some new restaurant someone at his gentlemen’s club had mentioned, that he wanted to go to, but the specifics faded into the background.

He listened not to the words, but to Aziraphale’s voice, eager and earnest and so full of joy and warmth and love, his hands shifting. Had he ever seen Aziraphale so relaxed? He didn’t know. Perhaps not. 

“You look beautiful,” he wanted to say. “I love you,” he wanted to say. “I could never have gone without you,” he wanted to say.

You go too fast for me, Crowley. It echoed in his head.

He glanced down at Aziraphale’s hand. The back of it, knuckles spread, rested on the table cloth, and his other hand was gesticulating as he talked about some sort of stuffed thing - mushrooms, peppers, meatballs, something. It was tantalising, seeing his hand like that. A temptation.

Crowley didn’t breathe as he leaned in closer, brushing their fingers against one another. He didn’t grab Aziraphale’s hand, didn’t reach to hold it, just let their hands touch.

“… and they use this cheese from Italy, I don’t remember the name but we’ve had it before and I know we have because you broke into that farm in Naples, and…” Aziraphale’s voice trailed off for a moment as he looked down at Crowley’s fingers, touching his. Crowley watched his expression, frozen, watched the bob of Aziraphale’s throat as he swallowed.

Crowley felt cold. Moved to take his hand back–

But Aziraphale’s hand enclosed his, tangling their fingers together so that their palms rested against the table, and Aziraphale’s thumb stroked a very gentle, shy line over the side of Crowley’s. Aziraphale coughed, his voice slightly thickened with emotion, as he went on, “… and I really liked that cheese, Crowley. I’d like to try it again.”

“Alright,” Crowley murmured. “We’ll go together.”

Aziraphale beamed. It took Crowley’s breath away.

“Yes,” he said softly, eyes shining. “Together.”

It all washed over Crowley, after that. Aziraphale talking, gesticulating, joking, telling stories, eating… And their hands stayed just like that, resting together on the table, Aziraphale’s hand warm and soft in his own.

Together.

AAAHHHHH THIS IS SO CUTR I LOVE IT XD

someone on here said something about an au where aziraphale is american southern and now I’m just thinking

“Folks who meet Aziraphale tend to figure three things: one, that he’s Virginian, two, he’s smart, and three, he’s queerer than a three-dollar bill.  They’re close to right, but no matter what the locals might tell you, Heaven’s not in Virginia.”

“Bless your heart,” said Aziraphale.

“Well, I never!” Aziraphale exclaimed with all the air of a wizened old lady of the south, mouth agape and hand to his throat. Had he a string of pearl he would have not hesitated to clutch them.

AHAHAHA YES XD

Can you imagine being the gentlemen of the discreet gentlemen’s club who are trying so hard to flirt with this very odd man who couldn’t be more enthusiastic about dance lessons and always brings the best wine, and you get nowhere, absolutely nowhere with him to the point where you’re all wondering if he’s one of Those Men who are so absolutely dense to subtext that he believes this really is just a discreet gentlemen’s club for gentlemen to be discreet about nothing more than billiards and drinking*, and then one day the very odd man comes in with another very odd man in all black and sunglasses, who walks so much from the hips that he looks like he’s about to tip over and moves his arms like he isn’t fully certain what they’re supposed to be doing but he’s having a good time with them, and then all the discreet gentlemen look at each other with sudden realization, because ah. Yes. The very odd man is already taken. By this other very odd man. Alright everyone, let’s line up for the gavotte.

*to reference a different Terry Pratchett work, the gay club equivalent of the men who turn up to the Seamstresses Guild in hopes of getting their socks darned, and for whom that is absolutely not innuendo for anything

This is the absolute *BEST*

YESSS 😂😂😂

The tags on this oh my gosh yes new headcanon ACCEPTED⤵

FUCK 😭😭😭

Send me your sappy, heartbreaking, and/or silly Good Omens head canons. Any character, I don’t care. Keep me company please while I get thru this UGH….day.

Crowley doesn’t actually know what the word ‘thwart’ means. Except that it’s what you do (or what Aziraphale does, anyway, being an angel) to ‘wiles’, and he’s not sure what they are either.

He’s heard the words tossed around a lot, but Hell doesn’t exactly encourage asking questions and dictionaries weren’t invented for most of human history, so he’s basically never had the chance to find out what they mean.

I mean, come on— “you see a wile, you thwart”? And in the deleted scene he talks about Aziraphale “thwarting [him] thwartingly"— are these the words of a man-shaped being who could define either of those words if his life depended on it?

He also can’t ask anyone around him, because he’s a demon they all just assume that he must know.

Priest: “Do not tempt me, foul fiend! I will resist your demonic wiles!”

Crowley (coming out of character): “Alright, but this is a wile then, is it? This is an example of what a wile is?”

Priest: “Don’t play games with me, fiend!”

Crowley: “Whatever, could you just clarify that for me please? And tell me if you’re going to start thwarting it.”

Beelzebub: “How goes your mission on Earth, Demon Crowley?”

Crowley: “Great! I have been spreading temptation and darkness across the world.”

Beelzebub: “And what about the angel, Aziraphale— has he succeeded in thwarting any of your infernal wiles?”

Crowley: “Er… no? No thwarting of wiles. None whatsoever. Even the… um, wiliest of my wiley wiles have remained unthwartable.”

Beelzebub: “Demon Crowley, you do know what wiles are?”

Crowley: “…Of course! Bit of a damning indictment of Ligur’s excellent employee training if I’ve been up there on Earth all this time and still don’t know what wiles are or how they might be thwarted.”

Beelzebub: “…”

Crowley: “Why, sometimes it feels like I never stop wiling!”

Crowley: “Hey, Aziraphale, how do you actually thwart wiles?”

Aziraphale (aghast): “Crowley! I can’t believe you’re asking me that!”

Crowley: “What? Oh shit, it’s not rude, is it?”

Aziraphale: “Just because I’ve agreed to your Arrangement, doesn’t mean I’m just going to start explaining my own strategies for fighting evil!”

Crowley: “Wait, no— I didn’t mean how you specifically thwart wiles, just, in general…”

Aziraphale: “I’m leaving.”

Crowley (calling after him): “Could you at least tell me if you happen to see any wiles lying around?”

😂😂😂 YES