Sassy Nerd Lady

The bag of Mrs. Flood has stickersof some places where doctor visited too. GALLIFREY Clom , space wegas and SINGING TOWERS OF DARILLIUM

It is my indescribable honor to collaborate with Emmett Lee.

For the love of little green apples, please, please go see this in its fully expanded, uncropped beauty on Twitter or AO3. I stared at this for a full hour and just kept seeing new details.

The South Downs aren’t a town, they’re a huge line of hills. Devil’s Dyke is a channel cut into them - some say by natural watercourses, some say by the devil. (Legend here, fic to same effect here, vidfic of said fic here).

So Devil’s Dyke is literally a big valley most of the way through a chunk of the long line of hills that is the South Downs. Local villages include Fulking, if you want a slightly more peopley setting for them than just a cottage in a beauty spot.

(Source: I grew up not far away, them’s my hills. I’ve been to Devil’s Dyke! But here’s a webpage)

And, for the record, a map - that’s about 260 square miles of hill. Devil’s Dyke is near Ditchling on that map, for reference. The name can refer to the literal ditch or the area.

1) Aziraphale even does the “happy wiggle” when he thinks Crowley is showing up

2) “Oh shit. It’s not my boyfriend; it’s my boss.”

I don’t mind being lonely Won’t you leave me alone Oh, you’re oh so Holy And I’ll never be good enough Don’t care if I’m lonely Cause it feels like home I’ll never be Holy Thank God I’m full of holes

HOLY — FRIGHTENED RABBIT

for @HERZDIEB ​

[IMAGE ID: vibrant lyric gifset of crowley from good omens with the final chorus lyrics from ‘holy’ by frightened rabbit. each line in caption overlays a shot of crowley. first gif shows crowley, in wessex, 537 AD as the black knight, in full armor, his yellow eyes following aziraphale’s retreating figure before he pushes his visor down over his face. second gif shows crowley, standing by the duck pond in st james’ park, london, 1862, in a suit and top hat, looking dejected and anxious after aziraphale has stormed off, his eyes just visible from over his glasses. third gif shows a close-up of aziraphale in london, 1941, walking down the aisle of a church, in a cream suit and tartan bowtie, excitement and trepidation clear on his face. fourth gif shows crowley after the church has been decimated and he’s just finished putting his glasses back on with a thin and uneasy smile as he looks away from aziraphale, fondness playing along the lines of hs mouth. fifth gif shows crowley in the bentley, soho, london, 1967, waiting on aziraphale to speak, his mouth slowly closing, his jaw working as they regard one another. sixth gif shows crowley in present day, sitting in his throne with his glasses off, turning to face the camera, looking morose and resigned. seventh gif shows crowley in present day under the gazebo with his arms outstretched hopefully, plaintively. his eyebrows are lifted high expectantly, but his mouth is tight, his lips pressed together tensely. eighth gif shows crowley in the bookshop fire, sitting on the floor and looking around desperately, flames flickering behind him, his glasses off, wincing from the smoke and heat, his eyes widening as he turns his head and the smoke passes his face. END ID.]