Anyway if you see this you have to reblog and tag with a delight from ur day -- even the littlest thing counts
Crowley, in Aziraphale's french revolution voice: I hAvE sTanDaRdS
When ur mutuals w/ some cool ass people rb if u agree
no but like this gives me an idea™
Me, feral and foaming at the mouth as security hauls me off the Doctor Who set: "YOU LEECHES!!! YOU CAN'T KEEP THE WARDROBE ROOM FROM US FOREVER COWARDS!!!! SHOW US THE COMPANION ROOMS! WE WANT TO SEE BELINDA'S ROOM, RUBY'S ROOM, EVEN THAT ONE ROOM THAT'S JUST A VOID WITH A CHAIR IN IT! YOU CAN'T KEEP THE TARDIS'S OTHER ROOMS FROM US FOREVER! WE HAVE RIGHTS!!!" (bites a guard and vanishes in a puff of chronon particles)
we are among you
reblog if you wear glasses. too many mutuals don't know they have glasses wearers in their midsts
me, shivering under 3 blankets on my bed in the middle of winter: sUnSHinE? wHeRe? whErE iS tHe sUNshiNE?
god i love being able to do work from my laptop on a bench in the sunshine with an iced vanilla latte by my side
the whole time Aziraphale was pretending to be the gardener for Warlock's family Crowley was just...fixing the plants for him
like I love Aziraphale dearly but that angel cannot garden
everything is either over-watered or as dry as a literal desert
Crowley is fighting for both their jobs over here
he's just running around on his breaks trying desperately to keep the plants alive without Aziraphale or the Dowling's noticing
because he would never let his angel realise he's killing the plants
And if I can't listen to music without crying anymore, NEITHER CAN YALL
Anyway I now present: Stick Season by Noah Kahan is so good omens coded (season 2 especially)
As you promised that I more than all the miles combined, you must of had yourself a change of heart back halfway through the drive, 'cause you voice trailed off exactly as you passed my exit sign, kept on driving straight and left our future to right.
Now I am stuck between my anger, in the blame that I can't face...and I'm terrified of weather, 'cause I see you when it rains.
Now I am no longer funny, 'cause I miss the way you laugh, you once called me forever, now you still can't call me back.
Ad I'll dream each night of some version of you that I might have but I did not lose, now your tired tracks and one pair of shoes, and I'm spilt in half, but that'll have to do, oh that'll have to do, my other half was you, I hope this pain just passing through, but I doubt it.
he did WHAT
kudos to Ncuti Gatwa to be the first doctor who to say Yas Queen, to an actual litteral queen
their garden is perhaps not the neatest in town, but definitely the most loved
when Aziraphale saw how much Crowley enjoyed gardening, he tried to learn how...the key word here being 'tried'
after MUCH reading, he no longer waters plants to death, or leaves them in the sun until they shrivel up, but can't quite bring himself to trim off dead leaves or snip buds, even when countless books (and Crowley) have told him it helps keep the plants alive
although Crowley likes to complain about all the wasted seeds and soil, he secretly finds it adorable how much his angel cares about the things Crowley's interested in
their garden is...chaotic, to say the least
the grass is neat enough, trimmed to perfection by Crowley, but the joy on Aziraphale's face when the first randomly planted wildflowers pop up stops him from properly organising everything else
Crowley tends to take note of the plants Aziraphale likes cooks with
he doesn't say anything, but a few weeks later a few of them silently turn up in the garden
they grow a lot of fruit, and every month or so they turn all the excess into jams, spending the whole day in the kitchen together (and almost all of the next day in there as well, cleaning the huge mess they managed to make)
Crowley heard somewhere that Hawthorn trees are good for nightingales
he planted one in the corner of the garden...just to see what would happen
and in the very centre of the garden, surrounded by spring flowers and neatly trimmed grass, is a singular apple tree
I love these so much !!!
So, it's time for a little theory that may spiral into its own AO3 fic. My theory on what 14 uses his TARDIS for in his own time. Like 15 suggested, he uses it for therapy. 14 chooses his solo travel, not for adventure but for closure.
His first stop is to his oldest friend. He takes the TARDIS back to 2011, wearing a perception filter so he isn't mistaken for 10. And 14 attends the funeral of Brigadier, Sir Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart. He stands in the back, out of sight. He mourns and grieves, letting himself stop and feel. He pays his respects to The Brig and says goodbye, promising to watch over his family. Then he catches sight of Sarah Jane and knows his next stop, another old friend.
He takes the TARDIS forward from 2011 to 2017, from one funeral to another. Still wearing the perception filter, 14 stands on a nearby hill, watching and hearing the funeral of Sarah Jane Smith. And like his old friend Jo Grant said, it breaks both his hearts. 14 leaves a TARDIS key and a version of his sonic screwdriver on Sarah Jane's grave and turns away. Unlike The Brig's funeral, 14's grief over Sarah Jane is raw and quiet. He steps away and simply whispers
"Goodbye. My Sarah Jane" and then leaves for The TARDIS, to a much happier location. 14 uses The TARDIS to attend every single major event he missed from his companions lives.
He visits Jamie McCrimmon back in 19th century Scotland, finding his old friend regained his memories in his twilight years and the two embrace and catch up with each other.
He attends weddings of his friends, Martha and Mickey, Tegan and Nysaa, Jack and River (that one throws him off slightly). He dances and laughs and lets himself feel.
He visits Chiswick in the late 2000s, standing outside the hospital and seeing Donna and Shaun leave, carrying a tiny little baby that he knows will one day be Rose Noble.
He's there for Kate Stewart after her father is gone, explaining how he was there, that he's a future Doctor. 14 lets Kate scream and shout at him and then cry on his shoulder, just holds her.
14 visits Jack Harkness after he lost both his grandson Steven and Ianto Jones and helps his friend. He drags Jack up out of his depression and helps him, even letting Jack hate him and blame him, for which Jack later apologises for.
14 goes back again to 1970's New Jersey and breaks the rules, visiting Amy and Rory in their later life. He meets their adoptive son and talks about everything that's happened to both of them, reassuring them he saved River in the end and spent 24 years in the same place as her at the end of their time together.
While 15 is off amongst the stars, fighting robots and racism and shapeshifters and Gods of Chaos, 14 is bouncing all around Earth, dropping in on old friends and healing broken trust. He goes everywhere, everywhen for everyone. He is The Doctor in a way he never was before. And he loves every minute of it.
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