official-lucifers-child:

ground-zoro:

peachpitandpomegranate-deactiva:

Tell me this ain’t Nicky and Joe. I dare youuu

I have never seen Islam shown so humanized, so relaxed, so innocent and pure. That’s brilliant and funny. 

i have watched this so many times, there’s just so many things i love about this. the frantic running towards the door, stopping and checking which direct he’s facing, going through it at absolute TOP speed (true meaning of speedrun), grabbing the shoes and just fucking booking it without even putting them on, the guy in the foreground not reacting at all or not even NOTICING

teacuptribbles:

Headcanon:  Reptiles calm down when you cover their eyes, so Julian covers Garak’s eyes with his hand when Garak is having a panic attack.

He also tries to do this when they’re fighting.  Garak is not amused.

darling-with-no-problems:

lys-sander:

lys-sander:

headcanon: Aziraphale gets a smartphone but doesn’t know how to type so everything he sends is “speech to text”

“hello this is aziraphale crowley can you come over at 8 I have a thing oh look its typing what i say ok phone stop now stop typing please”

Kiss My Future Bright

tlakht:

It happens out of the blue – at least for Dean – but he has a pleasant beer buzz going on and he’s never been one to turn down a kiss, so he only needs a moment to process what’s going on before he kisses back. It’s different, feeling stubble against his skin and strong hands on his waist and jaw, but it’s surprisingly, undeniably <i>good</i>, all slow and intense, intoxicating his senses further. He doesn’t even care that he’s in a bar, kissing a dude – or at least someone who appears like a dude to everyone else – or that Sam might return from the bathroom and see them.

He laughs breathlessly when their lips part. “That was unexpected.”

Cas hums, a smile tugging at his lips. “Was it really?” The words are spoken into the few inches of space that separates them, his breath hitting Dean’s cheek. “I have been anticipating that for years.”

“Years?” Dean can’t quite keep the surprise out of his voice, and he pulls back to search Cas’s eyes. He thought it was a spur-of-the-moment thing, an alcohol-induced impulse. “Years" implies feelings.

“Yes, I –” Cas freezes suddenly, and then looks at Dean intently. Warily. “Dean, why did you kiss me back?”

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anti0ch:

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anti0ch:

in a swamp

or in a bog

there’s nothing finer

than a frog 🐸

in the mud

or by the road

there’s nothing slicker

than a toad!!

in a shoe

or in a boot

there’s nothing neater

than a newt!

in the moss

or in a pail

there’s nothing dearer

than a snail 🐌

elodieunderglass:

icrangirl:

sapphic-pink-kryptonite:

pyrlspite:

tumblr is like wading through everyone else’s garbage until you find something good and go “ah. this is good” and take it and display it in your own garbage pile

Did you mean Australian Bowerbird? 

We collect pretty rubbish and decorate a nest to attract a mate.

Originally posted by kosztalma

I’ll leave it up to you all to decide who - or what - I am trying to attract here.

hat tip to @sociallyactivecouchpotato

stuckonylove:

Tony: So I have good news and bad news…

Stephen: Go on…

Tony: The good news is I was a good father tonight and read Peter a story for bedtime. The bad news is it turned out to be one of your spell books and now he’s a frog….