The Pinecone Treehouse, Santa Cruz, California
Built by o2treehouse @o2_treehouse
Photo by David Miller / @rubberatlas
mad about the idea of money being exchanged for goods and services
first of all, explain to me, what makes them “goods”, instead of , “bads”
hsfdjkgsdfkdlsf\g i’m screaming because,,,, idk if op knows this but,,,,,,, this is a real thing in economics that we talk about and draw models of:
MONEY CAN BE EXCHANGED FOR BADS AND DISSERVICES
My fucking leg’s gone out again and I can’t go see my grandmother with the rest of my family, which makes me sour.
On the other side, I can:
1. day-drink
2. write fanfic
So I guess I’ll make lemonade outta these lemons.
There’s a fun lemonade cocktail you can make if you like gin.
- 1-2 oz gin, depending on preference
- ¼ oz lemon juice
- dash sugar, simple syrup, grenadine, w/e u like to sweeten
- an egg
- ice
Shake for a long time, like at least 3 minutes, until the egg is really foamy. Strain and pour into a cocktail glass, or teacup if you wanna be Historical.
I approve. Teacup, eh? So you’re saying Aziraphale likes this one for plausible deniability?
A historic friendship.
The fucking comments on the tweet, I die.
“Harold, they’re lesbians.”
The year is 1965, and thanks to telecommunication engineers at our Jet Propulsions Laboratory, the first color version of one of our first Martian images had been created. Brought to life by hand coloring numbered strips, this image is a true blast to the past.
Fast forward to the 21st century and our Mars InSight mission now enables us to gawk at the Martian horizon as if we were there. InSight captured this panorama of its landing site on Dec. 9, 2018, the 14th Martian day, or sol, of its mission. The 290-degree perspective surveys the rim of the degraded crater InSight landed in and was made up of 30 photos stitched together.
Make sure to follow us on Tumblr for your regular dose of space: http://nasa.tumblr.com.
landscape after cruelty
Yes. Maybe here is where it hits Aziraphale that he is loving, but not loving the right way. Because angels are meant to love—it’s their whole thing, just next to being agents of God and thwarting evil and leading humans down the path of holiness and all that—but they aren’t meant to love with their whole chest, with such an ache, with something that makes them think and feel: Oh.
And that is what Aziraphale is doing. Thinking, Oh.
Maybe it shouldn’t be, but his next coherent thought is, I want to touch him.
Even if it burns.
Oof. AO3 please, so I can bookmark it.
So Crowley is the one who keeps up with the latest trends so you think that with it being more ok and fashionable for men to wear skirts, do you think one day we would see Crowley wearing a skirt as well and Aziraphale being like well it’s been a long time since you’ve not worn pants but you look good. Just a thought i had
This straight up happens in the radio adaptation. Sort of.
They’re arguing over who’s going to be the nanny and who’s the gardener.
From audiomens.tumblr.com -
Aziraphale: Shotgun the gardener job.
Crowley: Awwww. Have you seen me in a skirt?
Aziraphale: Culloden. 1745.
Crowley: Oh, yes.
What this does not mention is that Crowley sounds ridiculously pleased and flattered. Interpret as you like whether it’s because Aziraphale remembers *exactly* when and where…
I’m not sure what this says about me…
… but as soon as I begin to wonder whether Crowley and Aziraphale have genitals to match their apparent sex, I also begin to wonder whether they have other biological functions, too. What does Aziraphale’s body do with all those scrumptious desserts he eats? Where does Crowley’s enormous alcohol intake go? Are their bodies 100% human, or are they actually clever simulacra? Theologically *and* narratively, the latter is more likely, which I think means that if you want them to have genitals, they can–if, as the text says, they make an effort.
They totally can. And it is canon (book canon) that AT LEAST ONCE Crowley uses the loo. So… there you go, she said, uncertain of whether it’s a good thing she has this knowledge so readily to hand.
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