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thatfandomgirlsworld · 3 months
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wait
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YOU SUPPOSED TO TELL ME THAT THEY WEREN'T MATCHING GOGGLES BUT IN FACT THEY WERE OTTO'S GOGGLES?!?!?
WAS GOING TO BE STORY POINT?????
GAY PEOPLE??? PRETTY MUCH ,I SEE.
Hoping that they at least tell us a little about the discarded ideas, I really was very intrigued since they mentioned it and with this even more.
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thatfandomgirlsworld · 3 months
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I don’t know what this trope is but I’m starting to love it
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thatfandomgirlsworld · 6 months
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Parallels - Good Omens Seasons One & Two - Part One
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thatfandomgirlsworld · 7 months
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I’ve been making a lot of Good Omens gifs recently so I figured I’d share
Consider this a gif dump
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With a bonus David Tennant gif
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thatfandomgirlsworld · 8 months
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I love this scene because it’s like the softest Aziraphale has ever been to Crowley and all Crowley is trying to do is yell at him about the demons that are about to break down his front door askjasdaflal
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Bonus:
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thatfandomgirlsworld · 8 months
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how to ask the demon you've been smitten over for 6000 years to dance: an angel's guide
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thatfandomgirlsworld · 8 months
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Angel😭😭
So here's the prompt:
Alec Hardy is injured, lying in a valley and then it begin to rain, William Masters find him later then take him home to look after alec...
(yeah i just love alec whump...
Thanks for the prompt!!
Keep reading below the cut, and be sure to send more ideas my way.
DI Hardy stared into the sky, his breathing labored as his phone lay too far away in the sand for him to reach. He saw the last five minutes of his life play out in the darkening clouds, coughing and wincing when he tasted blood. He realized he couldn’t feel any of his limbs, and a tear slid down his cheek.
He had been chasing a perp, nothing new. In fact, he was even closing in on the man. But when the suspect ran along the cliffs that Danny Latimer had fallen from, Hardy stuttered. Just for a moment, but it was enough for him to break his stride. The man he was chasing chose that moment to look behind him. Taking advantage of the detective’s stumble, he spun around, stopped dead in his tracks, and shoved.
Alec heard himself screaming before he even processed that he was falling. His fingers clawed at the empty air in a desperate attempt to save himself. His eyes met the sky, and his breathing became the only sound in his ears. He didn’t remember hitting the sand, he just remembered falling.
When his eyes snapped open, he could feel the rattle of his chest as he let out a weak cough. He should have called for backup, should’ve told Ellie where he was going. But should-haves weren’t going to help him now. Nothing was. He realized after staring into the sky that he was going to die here. Alone and cold.
Rain began to fall a short way down the beach and Alec turned his head just enough to watch it sweep towards him. It began to rain on him all too soon, and he had to close his eyes to keep the water out.
With the rain pouring around him, and his eyes screwed shut, he didn’t realize there was someone kneeling next to him until he felt a soft touch on his wrist. He jerked away, a terrified and strangled cry escaping from his lips. It barely registered in his mind that he was able to feel his arms and legs again, though they were heavier than they had ever been before.
Garbled sounds came from the person on his right, none of them making any sense. Alec fought weakly to pull himself away–just let him die in relative peace–but it was no use. He had no strength left to fight, and he let his resolve fall limp into the wet sand. He turned his head towards the person touching him. He at least wanted to know who was taking the final blow to end his life.
Instead of seeing the man he was pursuing, Alec’s blurry gaze landed on a different male figure. It was hard to make out any features of the man, other than the fact that he was dressed in white. “Angel?” DI Hardy whispered before his consciousness gave up, plunging him into the darkness of the unknown.
Bill parked his car and began walking along the beach. He was new to Broadchurch, and was still trying to familiarize himself with the area. He wasn’t sure what, but he knew something bad had happened on the beach before his arrival, and the beach consequently became all but deserted by the locals. No one wanted to step foot onto the sands below the cliffs, and he couldn’t blame them. Seeing the sheer face of the cliffside gave Bill the shivers, and he unconsciously began to walk closer to the water’s edge to avoid the cliffs.
He was glad he hadn’t taken off his lab coat when he left the hospital for the evening, the canvas fabric providing a much needed barrier between his skin and the sharp winds of the sea. His eyes roamed the tops of the cliffs, searching for something–anything–to settle the unease growing within the pit of his stomach.
Bill’s eyes caught a pair of figures racing along the edge of the cliffs. They were too far away for him to make out anything about the silhouettes. He saw one of them trip, then the other turn. It looked as though they were going to help, but then he heard a scream. A man was clawing at the air trying to grab hold of anything around. Bill felt his feet move before he thought about it. He ran through the sand, trying to get to the body that landed hard on the beach.
Rain poured down from the sky, soaking Bill in an instant. He finally got to the man, crouching down and instinctively feeling his wrist for a pulse. He gasped in surprise when the man’s eyes snapped open and he jerked away from Bill’s touch. Movement was a good sign, Bill thought, as he pulled out his phone to dial an ambulance. As he made the call, the man beneath him tried to tug his wrist free from the doctor’s fingers. Bill realized with a start that the man was afraid of him, afraid of what he was doing.
“I’m here to help you,” Bill tried to soothe the man. “I’m not going to hurt you, okay? But I need you to stay still.” The man stopped struggling, though Bill wasn’t sure if it was due to his words or the exhaustion of fighting to live. He glanced behind him as sirens began to cut through the sounds of the rain. “Hold on, okay? I’m not going to let you die.”
Bill’s eyes met the unfocused brown eyes of the man on the beach. He said something before falling limp. Bill could have sworn the man had called him an angel.
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thatfandomgirlsworld · 8 months
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Aziraphale // Bill
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thatfandomgirlsworld · 8 months
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Crowley confronts Gabriel (Jim)
Good Omens Season 2, Episode 5 “The Ball”
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thatfandomgirlsworld · 8 months
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Crowley can read yall
I love the theory that Crowley (and all demons) can’t read or spell. It’s so goofy and funny and probably 100% true.
But…
I think Crowley can read. I think he allows everyone to believe he can’t, but his Angel loves books, I mean he owns a bookshop. It’s something that brings him immense joy and Crowley loves seeing Aziraphale happy. Crowley has to know what the fuss is about, why Angel gets so excited and passionate about these books, so much so that Crowley has had to go through the trouble of saving books on multiple occasions for him, so he has read all of Angel’s favorites.
But he’d never tell you or Aziraphale that.
(This was inspired by Crowley’s reaction to new books being in Aziraphale’s shop. It would make sense for the Angel to observe new items, but it’s very fascinating that Crowley made the observation unless he’s paid attention to every minute detail of the Angel’s shop)
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thatfandomgirlsworld · 8 months
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thatfandomgirlsworld · 8 months
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I made this wallpaper for myself but I’m done gatekeeping it
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Please enjoy ❤️
PLEASE REPOST IF YOU SAVE / USE
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thatfandomgirlsworld · 8 months
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Crowley’s hairstyles/looks - down through the ages ...now including Good Omens Season Two
The original Season One post [ x ]
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thatfandomgirlsworld · 8 months
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So I made this lil video doodad but YouTube seems to hate me so here is a link to it on MEGA
It’s all the historical parts of Good Omens in chronological order 🫶🏻
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thatfandomgirlsworld · 8 months
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i forgive you.
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"He is not a very good demon. He's good at sort of snarl and the swagger and pretending that he's terribly cynical, but actually his problem is that he's a bit too...too much heart, really." - DAVID TENNANT
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thatfandomgirlsworld · 8 months
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crowley carrying stacks of books around the shop without his jacket on while aziraphale’s away with his bentley is something that can be so so so personal
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