roachleakage
charminglyantiquated
I watched this indonesian horror movie and they did have some “bloopers” except instead of being funny outtakes, they were points in filming where they were forced to stop because the actress playing as the ghost got possessed a couple times and they had to do an exorcism
I’m sorry what?
multcoenvhealth
When we see operators using a successful procedure or creative preventive approach we want to share it with the rest of the community. Take a look at this month’s finds.
1. ↓ This garlic oil has been prepared so it is considered shelf stable. The garlic that infused this oil has been completely removed with several runs through cheesecloth.
↓ If garlic remains in the oil (raw or cooked), it is considered a PHF/TCS food and must be held 41F or less or 135F or greater with a 7-day shelf life.
lavellington
I know that Shakespeare, as eternally relevant as he seems, was a product of his times and when judging his opinions and characters I try to take into account the prevailing social mores of those times rather than imposing modern standards on them, that being said Claudio is a fucking twerp
niceprophecies
echosilverwolf
Aziraphale doesn’t sleep.
If you were to ask him why he’d say the idea of lying in one spot and doing nothing, absolutely nothing! Feels like such a waste of time. In truth, he just isn’t very good at it. He’ll lie back and close his eyes and his mind will- go off. Aziraphale’s an overthinker, historically, and he finds when he tries to sleep his mind races, and what Crowley insists is refreshing and relaxing Aziraphale finds significantly less so.
When Crowley first invited him to stay the night, Aziraphale was certain he would not sleep, but he knew Crowley would. He came prepared, a high pile of books sitting on his bedside table as he and Crowley settled in for the night. Aziraphale spent ten minutes setting up the pillows and pulling the blankets around him to sit up in bed, perfectly comfortable throughout the night, when he finished Crowley fell into the bed beside him, lying on his back and stretching out his body, asleep in moments.
Aziraphale read.
Read for an hour, until Crowley moved.
The demon had rolled onto his side and draped his arm awkwardly across the angel’s waist. Aziraphale paused his reading for a moment, not wanting to disturb his sleep but not wanting to stay in the position for long. He sank further down into the bed until he laid mostly on his back, and Crowley responded, adjusting himself so his arm stretched across Aziraphale’s body, and his head rested on his shoulder. Aziraphale moved, getting comfortable under the weight, and Crowley’s hand gripped Aziraphale’s side in response.
He is a snake, Aziraphale reminded himself, and snakes cling to things.
Aziraphale attempted to continue reading but found trying to read around Crowley was difficult. His arm would quickly tire trying to hold the book up and his neck would hurt from craning to see the pages. Eventually, he placed the book back on the bedside table and gave a long sigh.
He set his eyes on the ceiling of Crowley’s flat and focused on the weight of Crowley’s body against his. The rise and fall of his chest. Aziraphale felt the quiet beat of his heart against his own, felt the tickle of Crowley’s breath against his ear. He felt heat grow deep in his core and his own heart flutter as if he were falling.
He brought one hand to Crowley’s hair and pressed him closer to him, he leaned his cheek onto Crowley’s forehead and closed his eyes. He listened. He listened to the sounds of Crowley’s dark flat, to the noise of sleepless London from the window. He listened to the sound of Crowley’s breathing, to the whisper of his voice that came with each exhale; and Aziraphale slept.
this fandom is full of some soft bitches and let me just say from the bottom of my heart i love it
trusthimhesadoctor
thegoodomensdumpster
Warlock, age 5, frightened: Brother Francis, come quick!
Aziraphale: What’s wrong, little one?
Warlock, pointing: There’s a snake in the grass! Hurry, kill it!
Aziraphale, alarmed: Kill it? Oh no. What have I told you about loving all of God’s creatures?
Warlock: Surely not snakes! They’re mean and they have venom in their fangs! I saw it on television!
Aziraphale leans in to share a precious secret: It just so happens, young Warlock, that snakes are my favourite creatures of them all.
Warlock: Really? How come?
Aziraphale picks up the small grass snake with infinite care and sends a pulse of reassuring love to soothe its frantic wriggling: There you are. Come here, chap.
[to Warlock]
Touch him. Go on. Nothing to worry about. Aren’t his scales smooth? Look at how they shine in the sunlight.
[the snake lifts its head and slithers up Warlock’s wrist, making the boy shriek delightedly]
See that? He likes you. Snakes may look scary, but they can be the kindest, loveliest friends you’ll ever have.
[Crowley, listening behind the hedge, allows himself a small smile before slipping away, unseen]
trusthimhesadoctor
thegoodomensdumpster
Crowley:”Who the fuck discovered milk….”
Crowley:”walked up to a random cow”
Crowley:”squeezed out it’s thick nipple titties”
Crowley:”found this white shit”
Crowley:then drank it??
Aziraphale:”That was me dear, i was the first”
Crowley:”Of course you were”
Aziraphale in all circumstances: What could I eat around here ?????
fishyfishyfishtimes
mallsharks
coworker told me he “hates all mollusks” today. and to each their own obviously but like… theres 100k species of mollusk… you really hate all of them bro? nautiluses and oysters and snails and nudibranches and chitons and thousands of animals youve never even heard of???? what did ammonites even fucking do to you
he hates sea bunny?
AND leaf sheep??
videogameads
millionfish
