so i have a theory that if you are an avid reader you are more likely to be a netflix binge watcher. perhaps its because when you are reading you dont just read one chapter a day (well, not if you can help it at least), you read whole books and chucks at a time. so maybe, over years of doing this, our minds are no longer satisfied with small segments of a story anymore, we need to watch sixteen episodes in one sitting because thats the equivalent of how much we would have read. at least, thats what ill keep telling myself…

When you think about it, really, domestication is amazing.

You take a species. You convince it and its descendants you are Good. You choose their mates for them based on what you want. You just keep shaping its appearance behaviors as you go. Individuals that look and act the way you want them to are allowed to have babies that will likely look and act like their parents do.

It takes tens of thousands of years, but eventually you’re left with an animal that can read your facial expressions and body language with the same accuracy as a young member of your own species and even makes similar expressions to express its moods for you.

We did this. We made dogs. We took a wild animal and turned it into something that we feel comfortable leaving alone in our houses for hours at a stretch. Into something that we feel comfortable with our children being around. 

The domestication of dogs blows my mind if I think about it for too long.

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Bastard and Candle :)


Tobias cringed. “For the love of God, Flynn, you clumsy bastard.”

“Apologies.” Flynn glanced over the still-fresh wound. “How does it feel?”

“Like it’s been stabbed,” Tobias spat.


Raphael drew a card from his stack and read its text. “Place us at the ends of a triangle. A spot of light compels the height of our youth to dwindle with age.”

Three candles. The answer quickly unfolded in Tobias’s mind, though he could tell by his blank expression that Flynn hadn’t come to the same epiphany.

“Dwindle with age?” Flynn said. “What does that even mean? Why can’t they just say exactly what they’re looking for?”

“It’s a riddle, Flynn. It’s not supposed to be straightforward.”

“Well, it might as well be in another language, because I haven’t a clue.”

Three candles. But Tobias didn’t bother to speak it aloud.

Raphael sighed. “Maybe you should think about it.”

“Oh, don’t be patronizing, just read the damn answer,” Flynn groused.

Three candles.

“It’s three candles,” Raphael said.

“Three candles?” Flynn wrinkled his nose. “Implausible. You lie.”

Alright so I want to talk about ships. So I’m a believer of ship whatever you want, your shipping affects me in no kind of way. But then you have crazy people who want to start shipping wars. What the fuck? What the hell are you doing? Are you mad that it isn’t canon or something, because I believe all fandom’s know that our ships only have a 98% chance of being canon. I understand if you want to make your opinion known about abusive relationships and harmful things, but you know you can’t change someone’s mind that easily. If you don’t like the ship stay the fuck away from it. Its so easy just go away. I’m pretty sure the tags tell what’s going to be in the story so I’m sure you can tell if you want to read it or not. Sorry for the rant but this is just ridiculous. This is mostly to e Steven Universe and RWBY fandoms.

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Harry smiles at Louis, quick and easy, and says, “Well, since we’re in the same boat, we’ll just make our own Christmas. What do you say?”
Louis tamps down on a bloom of warmth in his belly. He barely knows Harry past seeing him walk down the hall in just his skivvies - not that he’s complaining - but he’s being so lovely, smiling at him so hopefully, and, well. Louis doesn’t much fancy the idea of spending Christmas completely alone. Nodding, he reaches out and pokes Harry’s dimple, watches it flirt to life underneath his fingertip. “I say yes.”

AKA, Harry and Louis are uni students studying abroad in New York, stuck in the dorms together over Christmas.

“Gemma, who the fuck is that?” Louis hisses as he watches her wave back with a big smile.

Her brows furrow for a second as she looks at Louis. “What? That’s my brother, you dork. Told you he’d pick us up, didn’t I?”

Well fuck. Apparently, Mr. Handsome over there is Gemma’s brother. And Louis is spending a week with him. Pretending to be his sister’s boyfriend. Shit.

(Basically: Gemma brings ‘her boyfriend’, Louis, home for Christmas and her brother is really hot.)

“It’s worth it anyway,” says Harry, looking into Louis’s eyes. He’s untucked his hair from behind his ear, and it falls down in silky strands to obscure his face. He looks so painfully young, even after everything. Louis’s strong, strong boy. “Just for the two of us. We get to be selfish for a little while.”

it’s christmas. in between snowman building, tree shopping, and ill-advised skating on a frozen lake, louis and harry get ready to take the most important step of their lives.

“Harry, right? Harry Styles?”

Harry’s insides are screaming.

“Uh. Yes. Louis Tomlinson, yeah?” he replies, trying desperately to keep the manic smile off his face that he knows is already making an appearance because Louis remembers him (!!!!!), little ole Harry Styles; two years below, nerdy as all hell, and his friend’s dorky, younger brother.

Harry and Louis reconnect during the Holidays, it’s kind of fate.

Shameless fluffy Christmas fic.

AU. After being best friends for 8 years, Harry moves to LA. It takes the keen observations of all of Louis’ friends to realise the one thing he really wants for Christmas is Harry.


“Please, Harry. Please accept it. You need it and I- I have plenty of money to spare. I- I’m just one person to take care of, so its okay. I-”
“You called me as a prostitute though. I didn’t- I never got you off. I can’t just accept money like this, its-”
“Harry,” Louis sighs, “this was better than a fuck, okay? I liked this. Now please, just… take the money.”

or, an au inspired by 1D’s new song ‘fireproof.’ where harry’s a prostitute and louis is v lonely. that is until harry becomes his babydoll, and louis his daddy.

AU. What happens when a baker and a graphic designer meet via a very specific Craigslist post? Fate, friendship, food, and maybe more. 

As Marx said of the bourgeois class: all that is solid melts into air. St. Peter’s verse.

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