everyone stop scrolling for a second and take a hand snail break i cannot express the amount of joy it brings

i have been waiting for this to show up in my dash forever

ITS BACK

THIS IS MY FAVORITE

IT’S BACK

This has to be up there with the funniest shit ever.

gonna reblog it everytime

IT HAS RETURNED TO US

Coming up on 10 years. Some of the people in these photos now have a mortgage and kids.

ngl this is a GAMECHANGER

reblog to give this person you rb’d it from the strength to complete their tasks

This is like installing Windows on a Mac.

I am physically required to reblog this or my heart will stop beating.

oh my god

I wanna see more Pokemon trainers that start their journeys not as kids or even teenagers, but way older in life. Give me a protag that’s like 47 and never got to go on their journey when they were younger because they had to stay and support their family’s business or whatever. Give me a protag that’s thrilled that they can finally train all the Pokemon they’ve befriended over the years, who’s just as excited as any kid when they finally get to pick their starter, a moment they’ve been dreaming of for decades. Show everyone that there’s no such thing as starting something too late or being “beyond your prime”; all that matters is that you finally get to do what you’ve always dreamed of.

tv shows will have little girl characters whose main trait is interest in tea parties and stuff but the little actor is like 9 and mm no sorry. by that age they are roleplaying historical warrior cats during the hundred years war

“Oh that animal doesn’t LIKE you it just TOLERATES you” …..So? If that’s the most a non-social organism can feel towards you isn’t that just as special an honor as whatever it is you think affection means??

“This creature with no natural social instincts outside of mating allows me to freely interact with it, while causing it little stress” is fucking DOPE AS SHIT

also… are you SURE? like, we’re still finding out so much about animals. Wolverines fathers, who we thought were not involved in caring for kits, turn out to travel around and collect all their kits from multiple mothers and take the whole group out on camping trips. Some spiders have tiny frog pets (!) or group up to communally raise their young. Wild sharks, crocodiles, and snakes have formed strong, documented relationships with people. 

this man Gilberto (Chito) Shedden nursed this crocodile back to health after it was shot in the eye, and they were best friends for the rest of the crocodile’s life.

this python came in out of the wild as a baby snake and curled up next to the family’s infant, Oun Sam­bat (or Oeun Sambat?) and they were inseparable for 12 years

Cristina Zenato removes hooks from sharks and they let her stick her hand down their throat to do it and they even bring other sharks who need help to see her.

It’s a relationship that goes beyond a single helpful interaction. For example one of the sharks that would show up when she first started swimming with them was a shark she called Foggy Eye who really didn’t like to be touched. One day, Foggy Eye showed up with a hook in her mouth that Cristina Zenato removed, and ever after, Foggy Eye cuddles when she visits, putting her head in Cristina’s lap and enjoying some petting

 We don’t know SO much. Some wolf spiders will adopt unrelated orphaned spiderlings and raise them. We recently discovered that the ant-mimicking jumping spider (below) produces “milk” and suckles its young until they are nearly fully grown.

SO. Don’t assume we know all about what creatures do or feel or whether or not they form social connections or bond with others.

After decades of hard work, you finished 99 of the 100 tasks needed to get to the status of God. But the last one isn’t like any other: You have to successfully explain the concept of the multiverse to a 7 year old.

I grab two mirrors and place one in front and one behind the 7 year old. I tell the child to look in the at their reflection. I then tell them that every reflection that they see is another universe, implying that mirrors are windows to the other universes. Long story short I achieve nothing and just end up confusing the child, losing the chance to gain the status of God.

“Fursuiting has a certain dimming effect on one’s senses.

My senses aren’t razor sharp on the best day, so cover me in fur, take away a good portion of my hearing and vision, and I become a tad ineffectual in navigating the world around me.

Rambling up the pier on a sunny Sunday, I became aware of a  sudden heaviness in my right leg.“Uh oh,” I thought. “Stroke.”

Upon closer examination, I discovered that my difficulty walking was not caused by a blood clot, but rather this young man who had anchored himself to my side.

Relieved, I patted his head, gave him the happy paws and looked around for the camera. Surely his parents were taking pictures of their giddy son and the giant canine.

It was then I realized that he was sobbing, and no cameras, let alone parental units, were in evidence.

Dogs I understand. Children are a mystery to me. Worried that I had crushed his little foot, or smacked him with my tail, I asked him what was the matter.

“I can’t find my daddy!” He said between hiccups. “That’s OK,” I said. ‘I’ll sniff him out for you.“ “Really? You promise?” He gripped me tighter and brightened a little. “Of course! I’m a search and rescue dog. No problem.”

He grinned and held my paw and I then realized that I had better locate pops post haste or the kid would grow up not to trust talking dogs. I couldn’t have that.

We walked slowly up the pier, searching for daddy, both trying to smile for the tourists. Little Carlos related that his papa had been fishing, but had moved to a new spot on the rail. The kid had walked over to look at a seagull, and somehow lost track of  his dad’s position. I wagged. I was looking for a guy fishing from the pier, and that narrowed my search to only a few hundred blokes. Piece of cake.

“What does your daddy look like?” I asked. “He’s wearing a white t-shirt.” Carlos offered. I looked around. So were 90% of the others fishing.

Sensing that I needed more information, he thought hard for a moment. “He fishes with squid!” He exclaimed, convinced that hunk of knowledge would lead us to pops like no other.

We walked up and down the pier. Twice. Carlos started to cry again, and I felt a peculiar mix of compassion, panic and failure. What if we never found his dad? I’d have to raise him as my own. Where would he sleep? What do kids eat? Kids grow up so fast. How could I afford shoes and tiny fursuits every 6 months?

Just when we were both about to dissolve into sobbing puddles,a frantic man came running towards us, brandishing a fishing rod and a look of profound relief. I’ll never forget it.

“Mijo!” He exclaimed, scooping up the kid and hugging him so tightI thought he might pop. They were both crying and smiling and a flood of relief washed over me. I wouldn’t have to worry about making pint sized DTD’s after all….

Carlos Sr. shook my paw vigorously and thanked me again and again for taking the time to help his boy. He had no idea howthey became separated, but a nice lady on the end of the piertold him that a talking dog was wandering around with a lost kiddo.At least I was easy to spot.

As father and son resumed their day of pescatory bliss, I feltlike a very good dog. Crisis averted, I continued my stroll, heading decidedly for the watering hole with the coldest beer. 

I may not be much of a search and rescue dog, but I felt like it at that moment.“

-Dogbomb

  sweetest story ever…

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I cannot describe the things I felt while reading this. But I do know that I loved it.

#are you ever just like#really glad u saw something while sober#bc i have a very strong feeling that if i had watched this while i was high i would have spontaneously burst into tears

all of these rides would kill the passengers

What the fuck is this dangerous looking hellscape…

I already preordered tickets

I’m high right now and cam confirm I hated every second of this

This is an SCP

no none of it

btw this is a short film made by Till Nowak called the Centrifuge Brain Project and the full thing is actually much longer.

This looks like rides from the amusement park in Spy Kids 2

Phineas and ferb would build this

i’m questioning my sanity 

i want to ride them

I would die if I rode one of them

at least it would be a fun death.

One shot scenario please

We are not enemies.

I love this!!!

I do too.

Reblog if Fan Fics are just as valid as Fan Art

Affirmation for writers, please!!

Likes do nothing!!

WHO MADE THIS? 🎃

I NEEDED THIS MORE THAN ANYTHING AND SO DO YOU

Mmmm~ Beautiful~

GIMME MORE!

I don’t really know what people generally call this method of sigil making, so I’m just calling it “Letter Shaping” because you’re using the basic shapes from certain letters. This is the most common form of sigil making, and it allows the most creative influence. As you see above the sigils are for nearly the same thing, yet the sigils came out completely different. Not because the purpose was different, but because I approached them both a different creative way, and that’s what I like so much about this method. There’s a lot of freedom and personalization involved.

(UPDATE: Here’s a link to a guide on how to deconstruct letters down to basic shapes)

@egyptian-pearl-witch

I am going to break you into four pieces like a fucking kit kat

*visible confusion*

....What? This makes no sense.

I like it.

STOP SCROLLING!

Oka, I plan on following everyone on tumblr

literally everyone

Please reblog so I can make this happen

Why would you wanna do that tho

Why not?