cameoappearance:

incog-nemo:

glumshoe:

You wake in the night with your arm hanging over the side of your bed. It is still dark, and your bedroom is shrouded in deep shadow. Something unseen seizes your hand.

You grasp it tightly, knowing that first impressions are important and a firm, confident handshake will establish dominance.

A hollow voice echos under your bed, shaking you to your core, “You’re hired.”

alpacamyhedgehog:

librarian-amy:

starstuffandalotofcoffee:

thebibliosphere:

trashfirefallon:

lovelyladylunacy:

y’all are missing out on the real dream fancast for aziraphale and crowley

@thebibliosphere

*slams hands down on table* yessssss

#…OH MY #yes #gbbo #pratchett#does this mean Paul and Mary are the Two Horsepersons of the Apocalypse

FUCK YES IT DOES

And I beheld, and lo, a black horse; and he that sat on him had a bread-knife in his hand. And I heard a voice say, This is under-proved, and that is over-baked; and see that thou blend thy flavors wisely.

And I looked, and behold, a pale horse: and her name that sat on him was Judgement, and Dismissal followed with her. And power was given unto her over the earth, to bake, and to taste, and to examine, and to diplomatically criticize.

And I saw under the judging table the souls of them that baked: and they cried with a loud voice, saying, How long, O Lord, dost thou not judge and avenge the sweat of our brow on them that write the technical challenges?

#and the Lord spake unto the angel that guarded the tent#saying ‘Where is the biscuit that was given unto thee?’#and the Angel finished her milk and said#I had it here only a moment ago#must have put it down somewhere#forget my own head next#and the Lord did not ask her again