- You know what? They keep on trying to split us up, but they never ever will.

- Never say, “Never ever.”

- Nah, we’ll always be okay, you and me.

the dev patel girlies have KNOWN how hot he is for years and years but the little giggle I heard from a grown man seated next to me when he took his shirt off in monkey man tells me it's truly over for everyone else. god bless

Good Omens | 2.05 The Ball

Continuing on my Doctor Jones Adventures AU, what if Riley became a companion after 42 (like Adam with Nine) and went on season 3 adventures? Well, I think Martha's time in Human Nature/Family of Blood would at least be more enjoyable.

So here they are, dancing away from their problems in 1913.

Over The Waves by Setsuko Matsushima

art quilt

Peter Capaldi at the Target Book Artwork Exhibition in London

"You Missed the Point by Idolizing Them" Starter Pack

Some tweets belong on tumblr. One such case

you know what really gets my goat?

john song of all time ofc but john writing this song and making paul sing lead vocal on it even just for one take is a power move i ultimately have to respect

I write "antisemitism", not "anti-Semitism", because there is no "Semitism" which antisemites oppose. Similarly, I write "antizionism" not "anti-Zionism" because the notion of "Zionism" against which antizionists define themselves is self-invented. This notion of "Zionism" is so far from actual movements and discourses which think of themselves as Zionist as to warrant the new spelling.

David Hirsh, Contemporary Left Antisemitism (2017)

Sometimes I just pretend we actually got them in screen together

fic here, read it bc it will literally change your life i’m not joking

“Crowley stepped wonkily towards Aziraphale until Aziraphale was backed up against the tree, almost tripping up against a root as he gazed up at his greatest friend, whose arm was now outstretched to prop himself up against the tree trunk. It only took a sweeping flicker of Crowley's aureate eyes from Aziraphale's own irises down to his lips to urge Aziraphale to open his mouth. "Mmm, good boy," Crowley purred. "There you are." Though Aziraphale was almost certain that the moonlight was not bright enough for this to be possible, he felt convinced that Crowley had witnessed his cheeks flushing a deep, adoring shade of pink that even the copious amounts of cheap wine he had consumed that evening could not engender in his ordinarily pale face. Then, Crowley was guiding the unbitten side of the apple closer, and Aziraphale was obediently closing his lips around it. Sluggish in his tipsiness, Aziraphale's mouth paused around the apple for a moment, his spit slicking the skin of the fruit before he began to pierce it with his canines. As he bit into the apple, its sweet, tart flavour burst into his mouth with a punctuated crunch, and before he knew it, Crowley was smirking as he smeared the apple back and forth over and around Aziraphale's lips, coating the lower half of Aziraphale's face with the tangy juice of the fruit.”

"You cheeky devil!" Aziraphale exclaimed with a giggle, grabbing Crowley by the wrist and easing the apple away from his face. Crowley chucked along with him. "You know I hate to make a mess."

"Well, it's me who made a mess, isn't it?”

for @ineffabildaddy, this fic literally changed my life and this was one of my favorite scenes from it!! (i am so sorry that it’s sunset instead of nighttime like in the actual fic i couldnt remember in the fic if it was night or day and i already colored it by the time i realized 😭)

it’s been a while since i’ve actually drawn but i hope you like it nonetheless!

so you think you can stone miette and spit in miette’s eye?? so you think you can love miette and leave miette to DIE?? oh mother!! can’t do this to me mother!!!

I just followed you but now that you said you think Spider-Man is bi I think I gotta unfollow sorry

this is so funny what did you expect me to say. did u not read my url when u followed