gonna grow you a place safer than this

And I would boop 500 times, and I would boop 500 more, just to be the guy who gets three silly cat's paw badges and thereby some joy on this earth

booping someone numerous times when they only booped you once feels like this

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tumblr users booping everyone in range:

Tumblr notifications rn.

forget mishapocalypse its the boopocalypse now

Aziraphale giving up on putting a reasonable label to their relationship and just going around introducing him as "this is my Crowley" and enjoying the puddly mess Crowley turns into every time

YES

OH SNAP

They’re on Crowley’s couch when it happens. He’s sprawled out on Aziraphale’s lap,  listing off human inventions that he’s taken credit for (corporate lobbyists, infomercials, Candy Crush, the Salvation Army) while Aziraphale reads a book that he spirited up at some point and largely ignores him except for his fingers combing through Crowley’s hair. 

And then Crowley says, “As far as Hell knows, I was the architect of your major sex toy prototypes–fuzzy handcuffs. Vibrators. You know. Well–I suppose you may not know.” 

“Hmm,” Aziraphale says, aimlessly. “That one was mine, actually.”

Crowley goes still. 

“…excuse me?” he asks. 

“Vibrators,” Aziraphale says, scratching Crowley’s scalp. “Earlier ones were lovely for a scalp massage–among other things, obviously.”

“Excuse me?” Crowley repeats, sitting up and disrupting Aziraphale’s book, laughing when Aziraphale huffs at him. “You’re saying you invented vibrators, angel? The ones humans use to–to–” 

“Masturbate,” Aziraphale says, nodding. “Yes.” 

“Isn’t that against your whole–heavenly deal?” Crowley asks. “Something about–sins of the flesh and such like.” 

“Heavens no,” Aziraphale says, primly. “We’re not Catholic.” 

“So…sex toys are angelic,” Crowley says.

“When used correctly,” Aziraphale says.

Crowley flushes bright red at that and immediately drops back down, turning to hide his face against Aziraphale’s stomach. 

“Continue reading,” he says. “I need a moment.”  

“I don’t know why you’re so surprised,” Aziraphale says, amused, rubbing slow circles on Crowley’s stomach. “Humans do more good if they relieve all that tension, after all–and God certainly wants them to love themselves. And, of course, it’s done wonders for the lesbians.”

“Of course,” Crowley says, hysterically. “The lesbians.” 

Hahaha 😂

Now listen, you rich people, weep and wail because of the misery that is coming on you. Your wealth has rotted, and moths have eaten your clothes. Your gold and silver are corroded. Their corrosion will testify against you and eat your flesh like fire. You have hoarded wealth in the last days. Look! The wages you failed to pay the workers who mowed your fields are crying out against you. The cries of the harvesters have reached the ears of the Lord Almighty. You have lived on earth in luxury and self-indulgence. You have fattened yourselves in the day of slaughter. You have condemned and murdered the innocent one, who was not opposing you.— James 5:1-6

At first I thought this was an angry Tumblr post but then it turned out to be the Literal Bible and it got 1000x better

i thought op was a witch and was cursing rich people and i got so into it

I love this XD

reblog for noises

TURN THE SOUND ON FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING GOOD TURN THE SOUND ON

*dry food crunches*

Ridiculously small kitten: “Myam myam myam. Njam njam njam njam njam njam njam! Myam myam myam nyam nyam myam. Mmmam. Mrrrrram. Meep!”

@captioned-vines

reblog cuz captions amazingly accurate

Anyone else incredibly excited and INCREDIBLY NERVOUS ABOUT NEXT EPISODE BECAUSE I AM AHHHH

I'M SUPER HYPED FOR THIS EPISODE XD

Moffat Appreciation Week, Underappreciated Work - Young River Song

Older River is a force of nature. She’s confident and poised, smart and mischievous, with a good dose of criminal energy and a penchant for hiding her pain. She knows who she is, she thinks she understands how the world works, and things really only get more fun if they are dangerous. Young River is chaos, breaking free. She flees from the purpose set out for her and yet picks up a gun and some lipstick to fulfil it. She’s destructive and cold, but it only takes a small chink in her armour to reveal vulnerability, confusion and self-sacrifice. Neither prison walls nor fixed points in time will ever be capable of holding her. She’s rebellion and love. And she’s wonderful.

YES 💖

The 13th Doctor:

Me, Missy, Rose, River, Yaz, all the gays:

Mood

i’m happy that mcu peter’s spidey sense isn’t being shown as a miracle worker, like i’m happy peter’s sense went off to danger that was laughably close to peter. people have this misconception (mainly due to the 2002 spidey films) that his spidey sense will give peter a heads up to threats wayyyyy in advance, but that’s not the case. like there have been many times when peter’s spidey sense doesn’t really alert him to danger until the danger is really close, sometimes close enough that regular people have already noticed said danger.

and even then, peter often ignores it bc it can go off to things that aren’t necessarily a threat but COULD be. like a wad of paper being thrown at him by flash, a puddle on the floor that could make him slip. so sometimes peter just ignores it bc it goes off all the time to shit that really isn’t that dangerous. the sense is basically like a really reliable, and sometimes annoying, gut-feeling. the spidey sense is so cool but it’s still a sense not that different from sight or hearing or taste or touch, and it isn’t all powerful or always very helpful.

radioactive spider: look! i made a superhero!

the avengers: you fucked up a perfectly good teenager is what you did. look at him. he’s got anxiety.

Omg