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[amuseoffyre]

For those of you who may not be aware, in Scotland there is an officially registered tartan called Pride of LGBT.

[yaminoendo]

@thebibliosphere

[checkeredtablesloth]

This is so cool, because tartan patterns were originally family symbols. Almost every Scottish clan has a unique one. Even my family has one. It’s like saying LGBT+ is a family, one you can belong to even if your blood family doesn’t accept you.

[spongiform-encephalopathies]

Um, I'mma need a kilt in this tartan like YESTERDAY.

[dysphoriathoughts]

i made a thing

[unzip-your-guts]

I made some additions

[dysphoriathoughts]

Good additions

[sosuperawesome]

Aaron Schuerr on Instagram

[seasnailglass]

Im in love with these

[aeshsar]

Just two old men in love~

[sapphichymns]

The Parting Of The Ways // Fugitive of the Judoon

[sneg]

WAIT?! How did I forget this?!HWAT?!

[lady-divine-writes]

Alas, Poor Yorick! This Is Gonna Suck! (Rated T)

Summary: It’s been two years since the Apoca-didn’t and Aziraphale and Crowley still aren’t a couple - much to Crowley’s dismay. Aziraphale has his reasons, but Crowley doesn’t feel those apply to them. But if Aziraphale won’t listen to him on the subject, maybe he’ll listen to their good friend Shakespeare.

-or-

Crowley professes his love for Aziraphale through virtue of a single, passionate kiss and traumatizes a room full of pre-teens in the process. (2932 words)

Notes: Written for the tumblr inbox ask prompt - ‘Crowley and Aziraphale perform/inspire Shakespeare’

(AO3)

“Are we really going to do this?” Crowley groans, re-reading the flier Aziraphale had printed for his recent venture, one that he’s managed to strong-arm Crowley into participating in against his will and better judgement.

“Of course we are!” Aziraphale lightly punches Crowley on the shoulder in a gesture that makes the demon lean away suspiciously. “Buck up! It’s going to be fun!”

“Your definition of fun and my definition of fun seem to vary greatly, angel.”

“Look …” Aziraphale rounds up old rags and a bottle of wood polish and begins tidying up a space he has affectionately begun to refer to as his Globe Theater West “… we made a pledge …”

“You. You made a pledge.”

“… to help support youth theater in Soho. And putting on a performance of Shakespeare is the easiest way to start.”

“You could have donated the play books. That would have been easier.”

Aziraphale peeks up from the bookshelf he’s polishing and glares at the demon reclining a short distance away. “Bite. your. tongue. Besides, whether you realize it or not, we’ve been presented with a golden opportunity.”

“And what’s that?”

“It seems an inordinate amount of young men signed up for my workshop as opposed to young women, so this gives us the perfect excuse to perform Shakespeare’s works the way they were done from the beginning.”

“In a large, open-air theater that smells like horse shit, where a handful of audience members die before the end of the second act?”

“No, where men play most of the roles, including the ladies’ parts.”

“That’s going to go over well.” Crowley chuckles. “Did you set aside enough money to pay for therapy and legal fees? ‘cause you might just need it.”

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[lovingexotics]

Blue Porcelain Crab Porcellana platycheles  Source: Here

[severny-sneg]

[womansart]

Susan Wheeler

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Leonard Nimoy as Mr. Spock - Star Trek (1966)

[cosmonautroger]

[domoncoyote-deactivated20210817]

[sneg]

D’you ever just forget how hot Nimoy was cause you remember him too fondly as this respectable Jewish grandad you’d die for?

[melissonomos]

HMMMMMMMMMMMMM

[sneg]

Excuse? [also why is the Star Trek shot so cRiSp]

[carrion-throne]

Imagine showing this to someone who has never seen Star Trek

[cptn-jtk]

jim and spock: *look at each other*

bones:

[firstofficernims]

Strangers from the Sky

Just read Strangers from the Sky by Margaret Wander Bonanno and it was full of super cute Spock and Kirk moments that I had to share! :)

[starsinursa]

jim kirk: “let me help.” a hundred years or so from now, a famous novelist will write a classic using that theme. he’ll recommend those three words even over “i love you.”

spock, literally one fudging episode later, trying to be helpful to jim even though he’s in excruciating amounts of pain: i have my own will, captain. let me help.

me: