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

roughkiss:

thetyrannosaur:

kidzbopdeathgrips:

apparently a Tetris battle royale came out, and in addition to that just being funny on its own, we’ve also got twitch streamers getting pwned by like, retirees who have been playing tetris for the last three and a half decades

they’re getting blown up live by people with handles like ‘eileen’ and ‘lovemykids72’

That is so incredible. Thank you for this news.

lokisuggestion:

lokisuggestion:

he drinks the whiskey drinks

he drinks the vodka drinks

he drinks the lager drinks

he drinks the cider drinks

he drinks the blood-red drinks

he drinks the mysterious drinks

he drinks the unknowable drinks

he drinks the forbidden drinks

he sips the eldritch draughts

he walks under the moon with his soul unclad

he convenes with the secret elders

he looks and god and god looks back at him

he screams naked at the edge of the world as he conceives of the limits of our universe, and his place within it 

he dances a mad dance and begs for a drink that will quiet his mind

he hears the song of the spirits that have walked before him, and he listens

OHHHHH DANNY BOY DANNY BOY DANNY BOYYYY

thoodleoo:

thoodleoo:

the worst part about reading ancient roman philosophy is that sometimes you’ll read something expressly saying that people shouldn’t do something that you do frequently and it’s like diogenes threw a plucked chicken at you from 2000 years ago

like

marcus aurelius just fuckin @ me next time

nobodysuspectsthebutterfly:

girlscanlikerobots:

Charlotte Brontë: Here’s my novel about a young governess who falls in love with a charming asshole edgelord who keeps his wife in the attic

Emily Brontë: Here’s my novel about a tragic orphan and a young lady who torture each other and call it love

Anne Brontë: Here’s my novel about a woman who leaves an abusive marriage and nabs herself a hot young Yorkshire sheepfarmer who Treats Her Right

Me: Oh thank God, at least one of you is sensible.

(via Kate Beaton – Hark, a vagrant)