#they talk!

[thequeenkida]

Had a dream about Stranger Things out of nowhere and now I'm pissed off being reminded of what shit writers the Duffles are and how much they fucked up Billy for no discernable reason, so thanks for that one subconscious! 👍🏻

[dorenarox]

...Cute robots...on one of the new TF2 maps.....OH NO-

[goosewizard]

1 for mirth

2 for mirth

3 for mirth

4 for mirth

5 for mirth

6 for mirth

7 for mirth

8 for mirth

9 for mirth

10 for mirth

i really like crows

[ineffablecastielsstuff]

From my post season 1 WIP fanfic. Came across it today, and I need something along those lines in season 3 (if we get one), please! :-D

„Look, angel. I’m sure you haven’t come to talk about my decorating choices. Let’s get on with this, shall we?!“

Aziraphale smiled a little bit at the mention of the endearment and made a visible effort to relax. He took a deep breath and shot a quick glance at Crowley before letting his eyes flicker around the room while speaking.

„I thought about what you said, Crowley. And I’ve come to realise you were right. I was still… rather focused on heaven’s narrative of good and evil, and I am here to apologise for it. I have seen all the things you did over the millenia. The way you always helped me. The way you cared about the world and-,“ another deep breath, „and cared about me. It seems unforgiveable that I harboured all those believes for that long, despite the fact that I had proof of their falseness right under my nose.“

Aziraphale gave him another quick look and a shaky smile. He poured some of the tea in his mug and Crowley saw that his hands were shaking. Nervous had been an understatement. His angel was anxious. Worried. Truly terrified.

When Aziraphale looked at him next, Crowley had dropped the nonchalant expression and had what he hoped was a warm and reassuring smile on his face. Apparently it worked, because after a quick sip of tea Aziraphale continued.

„It frightened me, to lose that believe. It had always given me a sense of security. A sort of reassurence that I must be one of the good guys. I think that is part of the reason why it took me so long to question it all outright. I didn’t want to open that can of worms. I recognise now how wrong that was. How many of my actions and statements were wrong. I am sorry it took me so long to figure it out.“

He straightened his back and turned fully towards Crowley, meeting his eyes confidently for the first time. He didn’t hold anything back. Crowley could see the hurt in his eyes, the shame, the fear and the hope. They told him everything that the angel hadn’t said and he didn’t need to hear the next words to know what the angel was thinking.

„I want to be on our side, Crowley. I want to be an us with you. I want us to be all the colours of the rainbow. I am flawed and I have failed you. I’ll probably fail you again but I will do everything to make it up to you over and over again. If you let me. If you’ll have me – flawed and imperfect as I am.“

Here is the full chapter

[spiribia]

we do need to revisit the wording of "you can't have your cake and eat it too" because i don't think it clearly enough conveys that it's more that you can't simultaneously retain a cake and also get to consume it (which would render you cakeless). for years i was like But why not....it's my cake....?

[yeepof]

I understand that tall men are our POV characters, but surely being like a foot taller than everyone around them would have some occasional consequences

[nromal]

okay so i work in the deli of a grocery store, yeah? and today i got this guy who came up with his two twin children, around five years old. he walks up to the counter, carrying one kid in each arm, and loudly goes "oh, no, i forgot what i wanted!" and turns to the boy in his left arm and, in a perfect blues clues style voice, goes "caleb, do you remember what i wanted?" and the boy goes "half pound of yellow cheese!"

i, obviously, say "you've got it little sir!" and slice up half a pound of yellow american cheese, handing it to the little boy, who looks it over, nods, and tucks it in his lap.

then the man goes "well, we can't just have cheese on our sandwiches. but what else can we put on there?" and the little gurl in his other arm goes "half pound of ham!" so i nod and say "yes ma'am! what kind?" and she points at a random cut of turkey, so her father nods and says "like she said, honey ham!" i cut half a pound of honey ham, hand it to the little lady, she looks it over, nods and puts it in her lap.

then the man goes "now, what should we have for the side?" and the kids both simultaneously start cheering "macking cheese!!!" and the man spins on his heel and marches off, presumably to find the macking cheese.

later, the little boy comes wandering back to the counter while his father looks on and loudly and proudly proclaims that he wants to know where the mustard is. i point him to the correct aisle, he nods, says "thank you mister deli woman" and walks away.

[dradelcra]

Guys, Netflix is going to make a modern day adaptation of Dorian Gray and they're making Basil and Dorian brothers

[aquilaofarkham]

every autistic person watching this episode of dungeon meshi:

[sexygaywizard]

FUCK AMERICA HAPPY 100TH BIRTHDAY CEASAR SALAD 🇲🇽🇲🇽🇲🇽❗❗❗

[razzafrazzle]

Just Checking In! (aka Something About Red Triangles)

[cordspaghetti]

really factual recounting with no embellishments whatsoever

[mangosteen]

[gaydelgard]

if you are the type of person to tell a girl to stop driving around with an adult sized plastic skeleton strapped into the backseat of her car do not imagine even for one second that you could ever score a girl who would drive around with an adult sized plastic skeleton in the backseat of her car

[icedhotcocoa]

okay guys but in all seriousness the trump attempted assassination is going to rally the right like crazy. voter turnout will be going up. it is more crucial than ever that you SHOW UP AND VOTE IN THIS YEARS PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION.

[strangestcase]

Geological horror. You find a geode and crack it open and the crystal lining its walls is human blood that can't be genetically matched to anyone. You find a human skeleton but every one of the bones is made from rock, a rock that you know can't be whittled into those shapes. You find layers of clay and loam that sport ancient fossils at the top and the still-rotting corpses of modern animals at the bottom.