#david tennant singing

[pyrthcamelot]

anyone else thinking of this video on a daily base or is it just me

[princeloww]

DAVID TENNANT ON THE LAST LEG RIGHT NOW AND HE JUST DID A MUSICAL NUMBER CENTRE STAGE AND ONE OF THE LYRICS WAS ABOUT A VIBRATOR WHAT HAHAHAHA

He also did a whole speech about how much he hates politicians "weaponising being woke" and "wanting us to be asleep" OH MY GOD

[aziralock]

This is so cool 😂😂😂 didn’t know it existed!

A friend made their own version.

Three fake daleks

Watching Doctor Who

One of them thus gets depressed

And powers down to get some rest

And then there were just two

Two fake daleks

Trying to have fun

Exterminating cybermen

But they keep coming back again

And then there was just one

One fake dalek

Barely on his feet

They get into a time machine

What was is now what could have been

And we can thus repeat

Dalek_Song.mp3

Transcript under the cut

Ten (singing): Three fake daleks standing by the lift, three fake daleks standing by the lift, and if one fake dalek should accidentally shiiiift? Ten: All right, yes, yes. Sorry, sorry, tempting fate, moving too much. Y’know you’re not exactly like your bigger brothers but you’re as boringly pedantic when it comes to making people obey the rules.

[expelliarmus]

[sic-vita]

GOOD OMENS Aziraphale conducting himself

[raggedy-spaceman]

Ineffable husbands + singing

[ficreader500]

The show is simultaneously the best and worst thing i have ever wateched and j don’t regret it

It’s hard to beat David Tennant singing These Boots Are Made for Walkin’ while homoerotically dancing. If you haven’t seen Blackpool, this gives you a taste of the musical aspect of it. Source

[crowlixcx]

Something's wrong.

[ingravinoveritas]

New video of David being interviewed on press day ahead of the BAFTAs while wearing a pink and green fuzzy sweater, the nonbinary rainbow pin, and pink platform Doc Martens and I am dying...

[itsrealityangel]

michael sheen: crowley and aziraphale are in love. they’re married. they-

good omens crew: okay michael we’re gonna need you to stop saying stuff like that.

david tennant: IT’S MY TURN

[azfellco]

Rare footage of Crowley pre-fall

[aydracz]

South Downs Happy Husbands

@idkchatie

(More pics below)

Buzzing to share these with you! While on our trip to London to see Nye (which was phenomenal and so was meeting Michael afterwards!), @0xlilith and I made a day trip to the South Downs to see where the ineffable husbands will spend their retirement.

We were blown away (figuratively and literally) by the South Downs! And then the time came to take out some amazing fanart and take photos of what Crowley and Aziraphale might be up to in the future.

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@blairamok

@lizulimu on X

@numbuh424

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@turnipoddity

@tio-trile

@kidovna

Bonus - @0xlilith and I, the rational adults that we are, decided to draw magician moustaches, print out the first photo and go to the National Theatre again to show it to Michael Sheen. Sadly, he didn't do stage door that night. But we met many wonderful people in the queue so it was a great evening nonetheless!

We had a blast doing this and many new headcanons came out of this trip. For example:

Crowley shouts at all the rabbits because they are eating his garden produce. Until he notices there are also little bunnies and he simply cannot shout at those. He ends up dedicating part of his garden to the rabbits. Aziraphale finds this endearing.

While on their walks on the cliffs, Crowley picks up snails.

Crowley makes up random stories about the local lore and tells them to the tourists. Aziraphale puts and end to this when the stories gradually become more and more unhinged.

Aziraphale takes up bird watching.

Crowley makes fun of it at first but then he also takes up bird watching.

Aziraphale and Crowley start competing in bird watching.

Aziraphale doesn't believe Crowley saw the birds he claims he did.

Crowley is adamant he really saw the yellow-breasted tit.

Aziraphale calls Crowley a yellow-breasted tit.

Etc etc.

Hope you enjoy these as much as we enjoyed making them!

And if you are in London right now, some are actually glued to the benches around the Bandstand in Battersea Park. Check out my previous post to get the details!

[amagnificentobsession]

What can’t this man do? ♥️

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

David singing in the play Good, the play now can be watched on the BBC iPlayer :).

[hikarry]

Spencer, dear, I'm so sorry, but "I Will Survive" is not a Crowley song. Seriously? Disappointed

Bro-

Do I-

*waves frenetically towards the picture below*

Portraying Crowley as this suave, cool and mysterious guy that breathes rock is such a surface level analysis of this dork. That's what HE wants you to think of him. Gorgeous redhead fellaw with slinky hips and rockstar style, yes, BUT

He had his silly goose phase and his silly goose phase was Disco Tony and everyone in my household is going to respect Disco Tony

Look me in my bloody eyes and tell me this lil queer fella and his buddy Freddie Fucking Mercury didn't go down to the Golden Lion back in old Soho and drink their weights in beer as "I Will Survive" played and they kissed some guys here and there?

("Why the Golden Lion again, sweetheart? Why not that Harpoon Louis place everyone is talking about back in Earls Court Road?"

"Ngk, no reason. Absolutely not because I'm very desperately trying to bump into this very very annoying guy whom's I've only seen from a far since we last talked in the 60's after he gave me something we had had a fight over some years before and now we are kinda weird with each other and I dunnot know what he expects of me, but, fucking Heaven's, why does the bloody angel have to be so bloody complicated anyway? You should have seen the way he looked at me. The bloody idiot sitting in my Bentley saying I "go too fast". Go too fast?! What does that even mean?!"

"Ah. Right. Bookshop darling."

"Ngk. No. More like. Pain in my arse. The idiot. The way he looked at me made me feel like...agh....like I was falling apart. Is it really so hard for him to stop being a posh little shite and talk to me straight? Stop- Don't look at me like that. Pull that bloody eyebrow back down, you noisance. You know exactly what I mean. I just...ngk, it feels so lonely sometimes and-"

"Lonely, you say, darling?"

"Don't. Don't you even, Mr. Big Shot Rock Star. Azi-...The angel and I go back a long long time. I'm just used to have him around, that's all, but he's so...so..."

"Extremely queer and quite dishy? I don't see the problem here, really, Tony dear. Just walk up to the bloke and grab his arse. Worked for me and Jim just fine."

"You got bloody lucky, is what you got. Absolutely high out of your own arse, you bastard. I don't do that."

"Oh, but you do-"

"Ngk. No. Not to him...Bloody Heavens, stop-"

"I didn't say anything."

"I can feel you judging all the way from here, Melina."

"My sincere apologies if my sunglasses cannot hide how much I think you're a bloody cream puff, Anthonia Jennifer Crowley. The man is unmistakably almost as bent as the two of us combined. How much do you want to bet with me, right here, right now, that man is dying to have you turn him into an artiste until he is absolutely knackered?"

"Satan, you're fucking impossible sometimes...It's not that bloody simple, alright? Just. There's so much left unspoken between us still and-"

"God, that's a load of tosh, Anthony. You're arse over tits in love with the bloke and instead of getting a move on and a possibly great shag..."

"...Fred...?"

"Hold up one second, darling. Let me just-"

"Fred-What the-Fred-What-Is that-Where the fuck did you take that notebook from? We are on out way to the pub! What-! Stop bloody writing-!"

BAAM Freddie Mercury writes "One Year Of Love" on his way to the Golden Lion in Soho in the company of his mate Anthony J. Crowley, once again sucking on the man's pinning for the mysterious bookshop bloke he has the hots for.)

Anyway- (Adhd brain. It's 5 am on a saturday. What do you want from me?)

I rest my case

Snake boy absolutely asks Alexa to play that song when he is alone in his flat and he wants to feel a lil nostalgic and let loose

[rushinintolove]

Takin' Over The Asylum (1994) | 1.05 Rainy Night in Georgia