problematic-butnothateful: every time I hear antis tell me that reading dark fic or shipping...

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problematic-butnothateful:

every time I hear antis tell me that reading dark fic or shipping something problematic will make me an abuser I am always reminded of that time my religious studies teacher back in high school told me that listening to metal music would make me prone to satanic possession

it holds more or less the same amount of logic and is about equally efficient in making me stop

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ATTENTION

If you see this you are OBLIGATED to reblog w/ the song currently stuck in your head :)

great british bakeoff, good omens edition

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tiger-in-the-flightdeck:

onceuponatmi:

idiopathicsmile:

dealanexmachina:

wholesome-revelry:

crowley: i’m making a whiskey cake. (takes a long swig out of the bottle.) it’s me, i’m the cake.

pepper (twirling a hammer): yeah, i found the gendered aspect of it all more than a little constraining so i built an end table instead. (she holds up her table. it’s very good)

(newt is covered in jam and crying. the baking challenge did not involve jam.)

aziraphale (eating his cake batter out of the bowl by the spoonful) : (looks up at the camera, confused and caught out, and immediately continues.)

paul hollywood: can one of you please at least put something in a pan?

anathema: pulls out a confection, baked to perfection, from the oven, because one of agnes nutter’s prophecies was the recipe for the technical challenge.

“the flavors are decent,” paul hollywood says grudgingly to Death, “but the presentation–”

Death draws her sword.

in the background, crowley can be seen menacing a vanilla bean.

I love this

Bread Week:

Crowley: *Forgot to put salt in his dough* Why is it STILL GROWING? *Trying to beat it back with a spoon as it clings to his hands* Help me, Angel!

Aziraphale: *Beautifully braiding up a loaf with exquisitely flavoured and formed dough, not noticing that he has a chunk stuck to his hair. Asked for twice the filling ingredients he needed so he could snack* Just follow the recipe, dear.

Newt: *Somehow managed to double the recipe and doesn’t know how because he had exact measurements provided, has shorted out the oven twice while trying to create steam, and produces a tray of muffins*

Death: *Sadly holding a small, dense loaf.* The yeast died…

Adam: *Didn’t follow a recipe, measured yeast and sugars with his hand, stops halfway through the challenge to go chase a squirrel out in the park. Produces a technically perfect loaf. Makes Paul Hollywood sweat through his shirt.*

Why is anyone still writing fic when all we want is endless GBBO Aus?