a concept: Harry Potter with his mother’s hair and father’s eyes instead of vice versa.
Harry with fiery dark red hair and soft hazel eyes please and thank you
i imagine this is how harry and draco’s first meeting would have gone then haha
can you imagine how much more confused arthur would have been in that scene where he first meets harry 😂
his eyes would probably sweep right over harry at the breakfast table, and then he would freeze and have to do a mental tally of his children
I can see Fred and George really going with it too…
“Come on Dad, don’t you remember Harry?” “Next you’ll tell us you don’t remember Craig” “Or Ethel” “Or Annie“ “Or Ryan”
I really want this to be a thing
Okay but like…every professor at Hogwarts would have to do the exact same mental math as Arthur, and then realize that he’s Harry freakin’ Potter, and redo their math AGAIN.
*someone sees a pic with the weasleys (and harry the honorary weasley)*
the person: …which one of you screwed up in class and made another one
the person: …which one of you screwed up in class and made another one
Aye real shit bruh I understand why people hundreds of years ago always claimed they’ve seen demons or have folk tales about mythological creatures because if I seen some shit like this
Before biology/science came along I’d be like “yeah mane that’s a gotdamn demon”
my favorite part of babysitting is when a kid catches me eating something and im like “if you dont tell anyone you saw me eat an entire thing of bananas you can say a swear when im here”
kids fucking love to say swear words they could catch me eating a pound of uncooked bacon and wouldn’t say fuck all to anybody as long as i let them say ass
theyre the easiest set of people to bribe ever
UPDATE: My niece caught me eating doritos out of the bag and drinking tea directly from the pitcher and I told her if she didn’t tell anyone she could say “bastard” next time she got frustrated with something
She didn’t tell anyone about me drinking directly from the pitcher and 10 minutes later I heard her call her shoe a bastard and then collapse into laughter.
The Turtle frog (Myobatrachus gouldii) looks like a turtle that lost its shell 🙂
I think I’ll have to stop for now (I could go on for quite a while: Colourful frogs! Poisonous frogs! Shovel-nosed frogs! Striped frogs! Aquatic frogs! Burrowing frogs! Tiny frogs! Giant frogs! Frogs frogs frogs frogs frogs!).
Don’t forget to take a look at the last post about the most bad-ass of all frogs: the Hairy or Horror frog (Trichobatrachus robustus), also known as the Wolverine of the amphibian world 🙂
mdlksdfsd my fave thing is when ppl outside of florida ask “how do alligators even get in ur pools??? how do they get into ur yards???”
alligators can climb fences. they do this a lot
@ the replies – absolutely alligators can climb fences!! chain link fences are easier for them bc they can get a grip on them, but yep alligators climb fences to get into peoples pools + canals + backyards
i would like to add that alligators wont chase you/attack you unless you provoke them, but yes they absolutely climb fences and ladders and basically everything all the time
I love that phenomenon where ur talking to another neurodivergent person for the first time and u haven’t quite grocked their flavor of brain yet and they haven’t grocked yours and you’re both using your Acceptable Friendly Person Getting To Know You Script on each other but of course those scripts have been calibrated mainly for use with, like, normal people, so you just end up being like two conversational roombas bonking gently off one another like “hello fellow human” “hello fellow ‘hello fellow human’” until you both at some point manage to adjust your programming and actually like, communicate
It’s like when I was a kid I had two furbies and when you put them next to each other they’d just natter nonsensically past one another for a bit and then at some point one would abruptly recognize the other with its furby sensor or w/e and it would shout “DANCE!” and the other one would flap its ears and reply “HEY, DANCE” and then, in perfect unison, they would begin to rock back and forth while chanting “doot doot doo doot doot doo”
It’s exactly like that. I love it. Crazy people are the best, we are super excellent, i love us, i love crazy ppl
I wrote this post in my head while having a major dissociative episode in the bathroom and its the best and truest thing Ive ever said
@only-in-movies it’s us. I think that’s literally something that happened the first time we met. Although it might have been more of a shimmy than a dance.
Raccoons are the worst. You expect them to go through your stuff and steal your food while you’re camping, but they don’t stop there – half the time, they’ll be curious enough to come over and touch you. They prod your sleeping body with their horrible little people hands, run their claws through your hair, hold your fingers with their own. I’ve never been aggressively menaced by one, but they’ve slapped my ass through hammock fabric on multiple occasions and stroked my face or hands on others. I’ve played tug-of-war with large raccoons through my window when they grabbed the string to the yarn-and-cup telephone I’d set up with my neighbor.
Me: I wish to spend an extended time rubbing my fingers over some small patch of pleasantly-textured surface. Perhaps the fur of an animal?
The miniaturized apex predator with which I share my home: [vibrates at a soothing frequency to encourage this behavior]
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