Please watch this video if your sad.

(No kitties were hurt.)

“you’re probably two days old”,

“this is the flower crown I wear when shit’s about to get deep”

i love this

“Alright I got my flower crown on. This is the flower crown I wear when shit’s about to get deep, shits about to get fucking deep in here. I heard you were sad so I decided that I needed to come and rescue you, like some sort of like, prince. Okay, here we go. I’m gonna cheer you up. Here you go! (Small meow, another meow.) Here. Here we go (meow meow), here. Two days old, right? (mew mew mew mew mew) Two days old.. two days old, already cute as hell, has lots of potential. I’m gonna return it right there. And you? You’re a lot like that kitten, whoever you are. You have lots of potential, you’re probably two days old, aaand you’re very cute.”

@spacebunboi

This is one of the most tumblr posts on tumblr but unlike many ‘Very Tumblr’ posts this one is actually harmless and good

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I still need to know what dog this is

It is the Caucasian Shepherd Dog aka Russian Bear Dog. This picture below is just a PUPPY.

Holy shit.

I NEED THIS IN MY LIFE NOW

MOUSE

THE REAL LIFE CLIFFORD!

Level 1

Level 17

Level 35

I could literally ride this dog into battle.

and I would.

For anyone wondering, that last pic is another awesome breed called the Tibetan Mastiff :)

Fun fact: Tibetan Mastiffs were often “paired” with Tibetan Spaniels. The Tibetan Spaniel is a natural-born tattle tale and would run along monastery walls to keep an eye out for intruders. Upon spotting someone suspicious they would go get the big dog.

N O. Oh my God that is so cute

Loving this!

Today I learned that Van Halen have that rider in their contract about “a bowl of M&Ms with all the brown ones removed” in order to know at a glance if the promoter read the entire contract.  And the reason they do THAT is because they once had a stage collapse because a promoter hadn’t read the proper way to set up all the specific technical stuff.

So if the band goes in the dressing room or catering and sees brown M&Ms, they know they have to double-check the stage setup for safety.

I heard about this on Freakonomics Radio.  Turns out the bit about no brown M&Ms is HUGE, in BIG font, bold, underlined and quotated like they’re on the Group W Bench.

The band was all, “We have fifty-pound lights hanging over our heads and fire being shot out of cannons.  We had to know whether they read our safety regs so we didn’t flamebroil any roadies.”

interesting how this has become a meme in the music industry about divas. i’ve always heard jokes that amount to “this stuck up celebrity hates the green gummy bears!! they’re refusing to perform just for that???” and its reading stuff like this that i realise how that joke might have come about. people get grumpy that the band refuses to play but cant admit its because THEY’RE incompetent, so they make it all about the M&Ms. another example of artists using a creative method to ensure they have a perfectly reasonable request fulfilled that is then bastardised by lazy people who wanna make money off them. 

…this is like the music industry version of hearing the truth behind the McDonalds hot coffee lawsuit

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OOOH MY GOD OH M MY G O D

Is that a cat or a dog?

*sees post on tumblr*

Every damn time. 

This even happens to me from time to time because over the course of running this blog, I went through thousands and thousands of submissions and I apparently do not remember all of them so I’ll see some older submission on my dash and get confused or worried for a good few seconds until I see my icon and realize, ah, that’s just me, phew. 

@one-time-i-dreamt so, you’re telling us that the person who RUNS the freaky dream blog forgets to read the user name?!? I feel better now

The fact that one-time-i-dreamt is scared of her own posts is weirdly reassuring

A little reminder to myself and everyone else.

do yall remember that time when youtube when down for an hour

I wasn’t gonna reblog this until I saw the last one

I was gonna reblog this but I saw the last one and still reblogged it because I was already gonna reblog it….yeah….

me_irl

i’m not crying you’re crying

They’re…. They’re scene

me, writing, throwing commas around like i’ve just won the lottery and i’m exulting in my winnings, needlessly, passionately, with no thought to the consequences,

“you can’t make a lawful good character interesting and enjoyable”:

a small collection of irondad and spiderson posts on robert downey jr.’s facebook

Horses just be standing around in fields naked eating some of that sweet sweet grass

What a life

Do centaurs graze

Can u just catch a centaur grabbing that green shit from the ground and shoving it into thier mouth hole

Majestic

centaurs do not graze. their human faces are not designed for chomping cellulose all day. from this we can infer that they have an omnivorous digestive system to match, and thus a narrower abdomen than horses. centaurs are sleek, deadly consumers of everything but grass unless they have an extra horse head growing out the human tummy in which case all bets are off

actually, every single reply to this post is either wrong or a coward, so here’s my nuclear take

A few years ago, my aunt raised 4 baby squirrels whose mother died a few days after they were born.  She had to syringe feed them every 3 hours for weeks.  Once they were full grown, she slowly started to introduce them to the outside.  But anytime she left a window open, they would come right back in.  So she started leaving some food for them on the front porch and that seemed to appease them.  Now a couple years later, all 4 of them have mates and several kids each, and their kids are starting to have babies.  And all of them still come to her front porch.  Even the “grandkids” will come to her and climb all over her and eat out of her hand.  And a couple days ago she decided to make a table and some chairs for them just as a joke, but they actually love it!  

everyone meet my aunt

This is so beautiful

Neuroscience has advanced to the point that, for a fee, one can remove or cloud unpleasant memories. We are unable to change and create memories, but regretful, traumatizing, or otherwise harmful memories can be removed or be rendered harmlessly vague.

It’s not long before some people decide to remove the memory of receiving sensitive information that they wished they hadn’t acquired. others go as far as forgetting potentially dangerous secrets of their own.

What secrets do you hide from yourself?

I can’t remember anything before the age of sixteen other than my name and my age. I don’t know what I wanted to forget so much but it was very evident in the scars I bore all over my body, that it was horrible and terribly prolonged. Perhaps it was the reason for such empty feelings I had, or the reason that I flinched so horribly when someone yells or moves too fast. You can erase memories, but you can’t erase feelings or reflexes.

I sometimes daydreamed about my old life. Had I been kidnapped? Violently attacked? Sometimes I wanted to know, most times I didn’t. I had nothing but a clean slate and these horrible, tired emotions.

I constantly felt afraid, looking over my shoulder. I walked as quickly and quietly as possible. I avoided people by instinct. I don’t even know why.

I felt useless and tired most days. I couldn’t remember the words or who said them, but as they flashed through my mind, I knew they were true. Like I had been conditioned to accept it. Accept it, or face consequences.

I can’t remember anything before the age of sixteen, but when I met him, I knew he would make me relive that life.

I knew I would need to forget again.

kitten needs constant attention

THIS IS SO CUTE

ilysm

Lookit my Jaybird 😭❤❤

Hi yes hello I Cannot stop thinking about Punk Logan. Some fun facts: -Punk Logan is the personification of those rogue NASA/ National Parks twitters -99.9% of the times he gets detention it’s because he gets into over passionate arguments with teachers about misinformation -He doesn’t get into physical altercations too often, but when he does it’s always… something to behold    -Some examples include:           -The time he got paired with a kid for a class project and Logan corrected his grammar one too many times and the kid just fucking decked him           -He started a fight with a jock who was harassing him and when someone tried to intervene saying ‘let’s not make this physical’ Logan responded with ‘Well I’m not going to have a battle of wits with an unarmed opponent’ which escalated things real fast          -And my personal favorite: A nonbinary student was being bullied by a kid who tried to use the old “Everyone knows there’s only two genders, it’s just biology!’ shit and Logan full force hurled a science text book at the bully’s head          -He gave the kid a concussion          -Honestly he probably would have done more but a nearby teacher quickly developed superspeed when they realized that the bully’s lack of consciousness was doing absolutely nothing to stop Logan from stalking towards him like a honey badger ready to devour a delicious delicious snake          -While he was being dragged away he was still yelling about how ‘NOTHING IS BINARY AND EVERYTHING IS GAY YOU IGNORANT BITCH!’          -Yes he got suspended, but he also got the respect of pretty much everyone in the school. So. -When he graduated he would have been valedictorian, but no one in administration would allow it because they all knew that if they gave this kid a microphone and an audience he would spend fifteen minutes screeching about the effects of deforestation and how humans were being complacent in the destruction of the planet before kicking the podium over and flipping everyone off -I drew this while listening to “Young and a Menace” by FOB on repeat so I guess that’s his theme song now -His chest tattoo is this

I’ll stop there but tldr I love Punk Logan and have Too Many™ headcanons about him.