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Crowley is an angel who does not Fall so much as Stride Furiously Downward. She does not get caught up with the wrong crowd; she simply lives too many millennia under His thumb, and, anyway, the shoes are better in Hell.

Do yourself a favor: listen, when the heavens open. Come now, sweetheart; did you think the patriarchy was something new?

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Crowley does not give Eve the apple, though that is what will be written, what will be told. She does not give Eve the apple, because Eve does not need to be given anything; Eve takes from the first, bright smile and curious eyes, renaming the animals as she treks through Eden, marking it as her own. She is naked with a vicious, brutal intensity, unbridled and unashamed, brambles caught forever in the long tangle of her hair. 

Man is made in God’s image, so Crowley has no use for Adam. Eve, on the other hand…well. Crowley doesn’t give Eve the apple, but the temptation business is true enough. 

It is Adam who covers them both with fig leaves, Adam who bows his head when Him Above booms his fury, Adam who blames Eve without hesitation. There will be paintings, later, that Crowley will snarl at and set aflame; cast in pigment by those who were not there, Eve will writhe with agony, awash with a shame so vicious that it burns down her spine. 

The reality goes like this: Eve casts aside her fig leaf, casts aside Adam, and saunters out of the garden with half the animals trailing behind her. Adam follows when God tells him to—which is pride, probably, He always did vilify his own failings—and Aziraphale gives him the flaming sword out of pity more than anything else. 

“Well, I had to,” Aziraphale says, her hands flexing nervously against her bare thighs. It’s early yet, and Aziraphale wears nothing but her wings when she walks this plane of life; Crowley’s still coiled and scaled, her venom singing up from her skin in orange and yellow bands. 

“Did you, now.” 

“They’ll be killed otherwise,” Aziraphale says, worried, “what with her expecting already and him without an ounce of sense, I couldn’t—I couldn’t just leave them to it, humanity depends on them, you can’t fault me for that.” 

“I wouldn’t dare,” Crowley says, and the sarcasm hissing up and out of her mouth makes Aziraphale scowl. “Be funny, though, wouldn’t it—me doing the right thing and you doing the wrong one?” 

“Not really,” Aziraphale says, and turns away from her. 

“No,” Crowley says, grinning to herself, barely able to keep the laugh out of it, “no, angel. I sssuppose not.”

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Fun guy chillin’ in South American rainforest finds plastic-eating fungi

Seriously, though this is kind of a big deal. Know that big problem we have? You know, the one involving a crapload of used plastic hanging around in landfills with nowhere to biodegrade for a couple million years? Well, Jonathan Russell might’ve solved that problem. See, Russell and his fellow Yale students went to Ecuador, where they found a new kind of fungus they’re calling Pestalotiopsis microspora. Big deal, you’re thinking. Anyone can find fungus anywhere! Well, something his fellow students found out after the fact is that this fungus can live on a diet of polyurethane alone — and even crazier, it doesn’t even need air to do so! In other words, we could potentially put it at the bottom of a landfill and cover it with plastic, and it would do the rest of the work. This might be game-changing if it works as advertised. (photo via Flickr user dbutt; EDIT: Updated with link to research abstract) source

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line + color commission for bobbadagirl

here’s the reference. added clothes, some background, made the features more like the original actors, changed the bodies around and some limbs. 

OH MY FUCKING GOD YOU GUYS MY COMMISSION IS FINISHED

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NOT ONLY THAT BUT ALSO SEXY AND SWEET AND AMAZING

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Rebecca Black’s ‘Friday’ and Nyan Cat played on piano simultaneously

In which two negatives result in a positive.

holy…

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MY EARS ARE GASMING

never thought i’d ever enjoy either songs

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A scene that I based on a post that is going around tumblr that I found very funny! You can see in this gallery of photos.

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