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PUNK!GEORGE FOR Y'ALL CAUSE I LOVE HIM, I lowkey think it could've looked better but oh well -🍭

(tattoos and tattoo machine were referenced off of pinterest ✋I'd give credit to the artist but they were real images not illustrations)

THIS IS IMMACULATE. TIME AND TIME AGAIN YOU AMAZE ME WITH YOUR SKILL AND YOUR BEAUTIFUL MIND. IM GOING FERAL OVER THIS 

hey why the fuck are naruto edits so nice

I’ve gotta remind myself that some of these are very self indulgent. It doesn’t matter if most borrowers would freak out over a little manhandling. It’s my AU and I get to decide the comfortability between tiny and giant.

@herrwagner​ sent:

If you were a burger at McDonald's, you'd be the McGorgeous.

OH, Kurt made it too easy for Eddie to muster a rather lubricious response. His smile stretched out to present all of his pearly whites; they sunk into the bottom of his lip. He leaned in closer against the table, head resting on a black, fingerless gloved hand.

                       “ Does that mean you want to EAT ME ? ”

That feeling when they reboot your favorite show but you can't really get excited because everybody is just hyping the main ship which is your biggest notp in the history of notps.

Doodledex - #858-G Gigantamax Hatterene

Because of its appearance, habit of harshly punishing people for being too loud, and its tendency to seclude itself in the woods, Hatterene is sometimes called the Forest Witch. Gigantamaxing, however, causes it to go from Forest Witch to Raging Goddess!

And this is a pretty accurate title... G-Max Hatterene is able to sense the emotions of any living creature within 30 miles of it. The second it senses hostility in one of said creatures, it’s on its way to deliver a G-Max Smite! (Perhaps Gigantamaxing a Pokemon with zero tolerance for physical or emotional noise wasn’t the best idea...)

123133 LLYNCLYS LADY LOVE.

Junior Champion, Shire Horse Show, 1930. Champion, Royal Show, Manchester, 1930.

Photo by G. H. Parsons.

Live Stock Journal: Studs, Herds & Flocks Illustrated. Published 1931.

Y'all I just read some spoilers for true colors and I'm fucking scared amphibia please don't make me cry

Mutual funds 🧁🍭👗🥝

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hhe s her ehget h hget his ass hees her

making pizza bites even though its 12:35 am

okay br*anphobic hours real he used to take pictures of people when they weren't looking and refused to delete them. he had this one picture of me i fucking HATED and he'd always threaten to post it to get me to do shit for him and then he'd delete the picture and then months later he'd pull the same shit with the same photo. i'm convinced he had infinite backups or something <33

No Rest for the Wicked (3/3)

Part 2:https://soupandtissues.tumblr.com/post/643049813177499648/no-rest-for-the-wicked-23

Crowley’s anger carried him a good two blocks from the bookshop, even as the rain came down hard and the wind picked up.  Until a carriage rounded a corner recklessly driving through a large puddle and soaked him even further.

He stumbled back from the wall of water, hunched over from the shock, hitting something warm and solid as he so.  He looked up to see Aziraphale’s concerned face.

“Crowley, please come back to the shop and we can sort this all out…please.”

He tried to push him away, but his lungs seized with the rush of water and the adrenaline crash and caused him to double over further with a hacking fit.  Aziraphale held him steady as he coughed.

“Please,” he said again when the demon was finished.

Crowley gave in with a tired nod.

Aziraphale helped get them both swiftly back to the bookshop, locking the door firmly behind the wicked elements outside. Meanwhile the warm air inside the shop assaulted Crowley’s nose, making it run and itch horribly.

“huhh’ASSHUHh! ESUHUh! Heh-heh’HEH’ERSHUuuhh!”

The fit was completely unrestrained sending droplets of water flying everywhere.

“S-sorry snf!”

“Never mind that lets just get you warmed up.”

A quick snap of his fingers dried up the puddles as Aziraphale kept a steady grip on Crowley’s shivering form and he helped him upstairs to the small bathroom.  He then set about lighting the lamps and had the tub filling with warm water.

Then to Crowley’s shock he began removing his vest and shirt.  The demon stared at him from where he was propping himself up against the doorframe as Aziraphale put the clothes aside to dry.

“Not much of a need for modesty is there?” Aziraphale asked, when he noticed the gawking.

“Right, right,” Crowley answered dumbly, trying to reconcile this with the Aziraphale who had been grilling him over daring to even be there not half an hour ago.

Still he began removing his own layers until he got to his shirt and tensed, glancing over to Aziraphale.

“Aziraphale?”

“You don’t wish me to leave the room, do you?” He asked jokingly.

“No…but, umm could…could you help?”

He did, pulling away the soaked cloth from his shoulders. Crowley hissed as the fabric came off and Aziraphale gasped at the red lash marks that covered his back.

“Crowley.”

“Like I said my lot don’t send rude notes.”

“Do they suspect-”

“No, no wasn’t about us I promise.”

Crowley didn’t comment further so Aziraphale helped remove the rest of his clothes and then checked the tub to make sure the water was just right.

“They dumped me at Saint James Park,” Crowley mumbled approaching the tub. “I was trying to get home, but your place came up first and I…”

He stopped as a hand was pressed to his shoulder.

“I’m glad you felt that you could trust me.”

They settled in the tub and Crowley’s shivering eased as Aziraphale gently tended to the wounds.

“It would be better if you’d hold still.”

“Don’t think my nose will let me, Angel, I ... ihhh-I-ehhh…”

Aziraphale pressed his finger under Crowley’s nose and rubbed steadily until it settled.

“Thanks,” Crowley said his voice terribly stuffy.

Aziraphale merely hummed in response, keeping his finger there and pressing up at the faintest hitch or twitch, as he worked.  

When the wounds were healed he leaned back, pulling Crowley with him.  Unfortunately that movement upset the delicate hold on Crowley’s nose.  

“huh’ISHHh! ASSHh! ASHu! Hihh-ihhh-IERSHUUhh!”

Aziraphale rubbed gently at his back as he coughed.

“Oh, my dear fellow, you do have such a dreadful cold.”

Conjuring a soft cloth he cleaned up his nose as Crowley slumped against his chest.

“Why?” Crowley asked when he was finished.

“Hmm?”

“Why are you doing all this for me?”

Aziraphale contemplated that for a while, content to stroke his hand through Crowley’s hair.  “You know at my gentlemen’s club they talk about how important it is to just be.”

“Popped over with the halo did you?” Crowley asked trying to keep things light.

He laughed at that. “No, but…I’ve seen how the others are when they arrive.  You can see the tension lift off their shoulder because no one was watching them anymore.”

Those words carried a silent wish that no one would watch them anymore.

“I’m sorry about what I said earlier. You caught me by surprise. I…well I meant to plan all this you see.  I wanted to say things just right, but suddenly you were here, in a form I haven’t seen since Eden, and I didn’t know if you’d been assigned something.  Or if you’d be jealous that I was entertaining Oscar I know how fast rumours spread.  It never occurred to me that you were simply ill.”

He tilted Crowley’s chin up to look at him properly.

“You are so important to me, Crowley, I know I don’t say it enough and I certainly don’t act like it at times, but you are.  I’ve come to realize that since we’ve been apart and…and I’ve missed you so.  I know we have to hide that from them, but I don’t want to hide it from you any longer.”

“I…I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything, my dear, I’m content knowing that you know that.”

“Okay, okay.”

He shivered as the water grew cold.

“huh’ISHHUuh!”

Without a word Aziraphale gently got both of them out of the water.  Toweling them dry and into comfortable lounge clothes.  Crowley was at a loss for words as he was then guided into the bedroom and under thick sheets and warm blankets.  Aziraphale joining him, pulling the bed clothes up high around them both.  As a final touch he wrapped his wings around Crowley too, trapping more warm air for good measure.  Although they did brush against the demon’s nose as he did so.

“ehh’ERMPshh! MMPShuhh!” The sneezes were hastily muffled against his chest.

“Salud.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s all right I know your nose has always been a bit sensitive.”

Crowley flushed at that even though it was true and then glanced at the door.

Aziraphale’s arms tightened around him. “No one will hurt you, Crowley, I won’t let them.”

“Thank you.”

“Sleep now and dream of whatever it is you like best.”

“Don’t act like you don’t know what that is, Angel.”

He smiled.  “I’m sure I haven’t the faintest idea.”

Crowley smiled back. “Bastard.”

“Your bastard though.”

“Always.”

PANIC POOL

Don’t panic and lock down in the pool

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Im here to bring hot fnf men + Ena

established rhodeytony is great but like,,,, WHO can beat “pining for over two decades and two presumed deaths”