They Call Me the Bees

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[lullabyhulk]

It’s time.

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IT’S THE MOST WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR.

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IT’S TIIIIIIIIME

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I have returned only to repost these, the finest things ever made.

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The Best Deers Are Heres Again

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It’s that time of year

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Christmas pug, Christmas pug, I love Christmas pug.

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OH CHRISTMAS PUG

OH CHRISTMAS PUG

HOW LOVELY ARE YOUR LIL PAWSES

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IT’S TIME

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this too

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FA LA LA LA PUG

[bijoubibi]

It’s not that Crowley can’t read. He can, for a little while. It’s that he’s not quite built for it, something about the snake eyes and what not. They’re not meant for looking closely at little words in print. He squints, and it gives him a headache. He gave up reading, more or less, until he started catcing up again to impress his angel.

That said, it’s still a long process, and his slit pupils make his stumbling somewhat dyslexic. But he likes the stories.

Aziraphale figures it out, one day, catches him sounding out at words and furrowing his brows to focus his eyes. Crowley’s worried the angel will think less of him, the intellectual, Wilde-collecting angel.

But he doesn’t. He purses his lips, and gently pulls the book out of Crowley’s hands. It was something he had read before, something he had recommended to the demon, actually.

So he sits next to Crowley, flicks his eyes to the spot where a black fingernail had just been pointing, and he reads. He reads out loud to Crowley, and in response, the demon curls up agiant him on the couch. Leans against him and stretches out his legs, lets his eyes flicker closed to rest from the strain.

And he listens.

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I PUT SO MUCH EFFORT INTO THIS STUPID JOKE ASDFFGGGF 

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Aziraphale: i made a friend.

Gabriel: you fucked up a perfectly good demon is what you did. look at it. it’s besotted.

[singitfromtheheart]

you don’t even need any factual backup to headcanon a character as autistic tbh. they don’t need to have whatever you consider to be “common autistic traits”. if an autistic person wants to headcanon a character as autistic because they identify with that character, or because it makes them feel good, or for whatever reason, let them.

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I’ve seen allistic people reblogging this post and that actually makes me really happy. thank you for listening to autistic voices stay tolerant and stay lovely

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I don’t think I ever posted this? He’s like leaning on a car but I was too lazy to draw that. I did give him a lovely tacky 60s paisley tie though. Shading/lineart practice. I like sharp edges.

Jakes my stupid rubbish idiot boy is still my favourite son okay

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Photo: The Endeavour Files/Text: tumblr

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Photo: The Endeavour Files/Text: TFLN

[anthonycrowleymoved]

Aziraphale removes anti-homeless architecture in his spare time

aziraphale pulling out a crowbar: this is good because it’s helping those in need

crowley pulling out a matching crowbar: this is evil because this is vandalism technically

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#date night sounds off the chain (via @rcmclachlan )

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crowley and aziraphale run into each other in berlin, 1929 a collab btwn me and my sister (her drawing, my colors!)  edit: if you want a print of this, i have it available here!

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birds of a feather

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honey, you’re familiar like my mirror years ago

idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword

innocence died screaming, honey ask me, I should know

I slithered here from Eden, just to sit outside your door

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from now on i’m only referring to people by their last name so we can have an emotionally charged moment months later when i finally use their first name 

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Abbott Handerson Thayer, William Michael Spartali Stillman (1905)

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My reaction to this popping up on my dash just now: 

“It’s fucking Michael!”

(Son of the wonderful Pre-Raphaelite painter Marie Spartali Stillman and her photographer/diplomat husband William Stillman.)

I may know too much about the Spartali Stillmans.

For example: Did you know William Michael Spartali Stillman’s nickname was Long Mike, because he was quite tall?

I did, that is a thing I knew.

Also I love this ridiculous broody handsome mess of a painting an awful lot.

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there’s just something so *chef’s kiss* about crowley having been a massively powerful seraphim and aziraphale just has. no idea that his boyfriend was practically angel royalty

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Aziraphale: Goodness, you really do have a lot of astrological knowledge :)

Crowley: Because I… … made them

Aziraphale: Oh, I had no idea! How lovely! Which ones?

Crowley: … (mumbles)

Aziraphale: … … …my dear, did you just say all of them

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