redcabbageparty:

mzminola:

tanoraqui:

bladeoffenris:

amiseeingyourcolourormine:

raserus:

LIL BABBY

U CANT SCARE THE OCEAN

GO LAY DOWN

IT LOOKS LIKE TOOTHLESS

I like to believe that all the dragons in the world were magically cursed and turned into cats. But cats have never forgotten where they come from, hence the attitude.

I nearly didn’t reblog this but the above comment makes more sense than anything I’ve ever heard.

…that’s…that’s actually a story my mom used to tell me when I was little? That a dragon showed up at someone’s cottage so they gave it milk. And the dragon enjoyed the milk, so it kept coming back and got smaller and softer and purry-er until eventually it wasn’t a dragon anymore, it was a cat, and that’s where cats came from and why we keep giving them milk.

She might have gotten the story from Ursula K. Le Guin, or I have confused it with a different dragon story.

That’s also why cats tend to hoard their toys behind the couch!

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lookatthisbabybird:

ectology:

yeahiwasintheshit:

you must of fucked up real bad, bud

@why-animals-do-the-thing @lookatthisbabybird does anyone know whats going on in this video

Most likely it has some kind of brain trauma or concussion, given it’s near a house/people, which wild birds don’t generally go near unless they have some kind of injury or are sick.

It looks like a fledgeling to me, feathers like that. 

Could it be the people in the house fed it somehow? That looks like a baby bird begging for food.

On Periods: Let’s put this shit to bed right now: Women don’t lose their minds when they have period-related irritability. It doesn’t lower their ability to reason; it lowers their patience and, hence, tolerance for bullshit. If an issue comes up a lot during “that time of the month,” that doesn’t mean she only cares about it once a month; it means she’s bothered by it all the time and lacks the capacity, once a month, to shove it down and bury it beneath six gulps of willful silence.

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harryjamesheadcanons:

Harry’s first wand – eleven inches, holly and phoenix feather – had fit Harry, then. It had been battle ready, protective, glowing warmly in his hand and feeling exactly right for a boy who needed the small buzz of defense from a wand built to protect and defend. 

The wand he replaces it with, though, is made of fir (a wood Olivander told him quietly was often referred to as “the survivor’s wand”), with a tail hair from a threshal at it’s core. It is a wand that holds all the wisdom of death and suffering, and a wand that can get Harry through the restructuring of his life after death.

It serves him well for nearly eighty years.