Music box puts kitten to sleep. (via osirisosito)

Cinnamon Bear, Bryan Davies - Here is the bedroom we finished for our rescued shelter cat (Wyatt) this weekend. He actually goes in to nap and watch birds on YouTube :). Fame hasn’t gone to Wyatt’s head, even after he got an article by Stephen Messenger @dodo !

💚New stickers will be up on my Etsy Shop later tonight! 💚

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fuck climate change 

You remembered?

Crowley had always been fond of knowledge. And for most of his life he had also been fond of Aziraphale. So it wasn’t too surprising that over time, he acquired a lot of very specific knowledge relating to Aziraphale. Aziraphale himself, however, did seem surprised, when after the apocalypse, Crowley started to make use of it.

“Here, have some of the coffee-flavour chocolates, I know they’re your favourite.”

“Oh, you remembered that? Don’t mind if I do.”

“Angel, come on, I bought us cards at the globe for Much Ado! It’s the anniversary of the time you let me win the coin toss after all!”

“Oh really, you act like it was the only time I did. I can’t believe you remember that time.”

“Angel, I got you some new gloves so you can stop dithering about whether to ditch the old ones.”

“Oh, you remembered that? I don’t even recall telling you about it.”

It was the same every time.

Surprise. Gratefulness. Joy.

And while he loved surprising Aziraphale with nice things, he sometimes did get concerned about how often the angel was surprised by it. Made him realize how little Aziraphale expected people to care about the things he cared about. He could only hope to fix it in time.

They were having a nice evening in at the bookshop, arguing amicably with a bottle of wine, and something was off. Aziraphale kept huffing to himself irritatedly. Crowley had written it off as something external at first, like maybe a particularly annoying customer. But then the angel had started to give him looks when he didn’t think Crowley saw, the annoyance creeping into his voice. Until he heaved one more big huff and crossed his arms.

“Alright angel, what’s the problem?” he asked, feeling a tad annoyed himself at this point.

“Oh, you really DID forget then!”

“Forget? Forget what!”

“Our anniversary,” Aziraphale scowled.

“What? Which anniversary!” Crowley griped, baffled.

“Today marks the 3512th anniversary of the first time we ate a meal together.”

“What, no, that’s tomorrow!”

“No, no, I remember it with perfect clarity. We started before midnight, even if the other 6 hours of the feast were the next day. Thus, the anniversary is today. I cannot believe you forgot!”

The angel huffed once more and re-crossed his arms decisively, pouting.

Crowley gaped at him in disbelief, not quite sure what to say. Then he started to grin.

“You mad bastard. So you did expect me to remember after all.”

“Well, of course I do! That’s what it is like when you love someone, you remember important things and celebrate anniversaries and stop laughing, I’m being serious!”

“Sorry, sorry,” Crowley wheezed. “It’s just, I can’t believe I thought I had to worry about you expecting so little when you were actually acting coy!”

The angel kept looking at him with a sour expression and Crowley only laughed harder.

“No, no, angel, you don’t understand I was actually starting to get worried! And then it turns out you’re just as much of a bastard as I thought you were and you get all technical at me about the 30 seconds the feast started before midnight. Come on, that’s hilarious. And also of course I got us reservations for Mongolian tomorrow. You know on the date that’s sensible for this anniversary.”

“Oh, so you did remember!” Aziraphale said, brightening immediately, which sent Crowley into another fit.

Aziraphale sighed and rolled his eyes. But his mouth was already twitching and it wasn’t long until he joined in.

When they finally both calmed down, Aziraphale was sitting up against Crowley, who had one arm around his shoulders, his own still shaking slightly from laughing.

Aziraphale sighed and snuggled closer into his side, placing a kiss on his jawline.

“I do appreciate all that you do for me. You know that, don’t you?”

Crowley hummed and hugged him closer, which also allowed him to sneak a look at his watch.

“I do, angel. Happy anniversary.”

“Happy anniversary, love.”

Crowley grinned and held his watch up to the angel’s eyes.

30 seconds after midnight.

“OH FOR THE LOVE OF-”

Crowley cackled.

Read the rest of the prompts HERE.

There’s only a finite number of bookshelves.

當阿茲遇到在睡覺的蛇…….

based on this post!! 

Nothing you can say can convince me that Data did not later take Spot to the holodeck and programmed the computer to create a field with long grass and plenty of mice.  He watched his kitty have the time of her life hunting holographic mice.  He was perplexed by the evolutionary significance of the pre-pounce butt wiggle and wrote terrible poetry about it.  Upon his next poetry reading, Troi cried trying not to laugh and Data was pleased his poetry had finally elicited an emotional reaction.

Well this is canon now.

Comfortable and safe together, forever after.

A sort of abstract take on a request from Patreon.

Love me a bit of gorgon!Crowley

Honestly couldn’t stop thinking about it after seeing @lonicera-caprifolium ‘s gorgeous art of Crowley as Medusa