Baby elephant crossing a river
HIS
LITTLE
TRUNK!!!!!!!
how freaking adorable!!
And also a very practical use!
IT’S SNOOTLING!
they really brought david tenant’s son in and said hey do you want to play a gay little boy in good omens 2. just a little camp mf. nepotism done right.
#bro was in it for 3 minutes and was somehow the gayest character in the show #in the very gay show
#also pete davidson ie. david’s father in law was job??? #had me cracking up
#they brought this kid in and said hey flirt with your dad's co-star #and he said ok bet
#that finger brush to aziraphale's chest. quite literally he came he served cunt and committed to the bit #WAIT it's even funnier bc apparently david didn't know he auditioned for good omens in this role. #he auditioned and went on the set and said. im about to be hilarious
#making hearteyes at michael sheen is apparently a dominant genetic trait
#all nepo baby actors should be required to hit on their parent's work bf in front of their parent #to prove themselves
I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF
This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.
Reblogging because it’s a damn potato and I want to encourage people to assume potatoes are magical.
w-what if potato is actually lucky
Your daily dose of cat memes
I do in fact need everything to be okay
✨ If you see this, please spread the Kiwi of Luck to have a good day ✨
You remember Jane Austen? Yeah. I'm not gonna forget her in a hurry, am I? The brains behind the 1810 Clerkenwell Diamond Robbery. Brandy smuggler. Master spy. What a piece of work. She wrote books. Novels. Jane? Austen? Yes! Whoa, bit of a dark horse. Novels, eh? Yes. They were very good. Good Omens (2019-) || Pride and Prejudice (2005)
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How DARE Tolkien omit in the final draft the information that the traditional hobbit marriage custom is to have unspoken vibes for years and then disappear without explanation for an indeterminate length of time!?
@finegoddamnit how dare you hide this in the tags
so that whole time merry, pippin, sam, and frodo are gone the whole shire is losing their minds arguing over who married who.
I am in love with Clara 😭
Transcript:
Clara trusts me enough to show me different parts of her body like her belly. show me her mouth and allow me to touch all of those teeth. —right? can you turn and show them all of your teeth? good job!— So we work really hard on being able to look over their entire bodies, and progress those behaviors to things like voluntary blood draws, ultrasounds, teeth brushing, and radiographing. —right? yeah!— But the biggest thing is we find what they find reenforcing and they show us that. and that includes hugs. —right?— And Clara has shown us that she really seems to enjoy tactile, so I give her this hand signal and she will show me what part of her body she wants rubbed. So, right now she wants a big noogie —right? good.— and sometimes what I will do is I’ll make her head a little pancake. or then I’ll rub her side and then she snuggles right in. —huh? huh! good girl thats very nice, good.— And then like I said, she would climb right on my lap and allow me to continue giving her tactile.
yo what are you always so stressed about?
me:
I will never not reblog this
I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF
This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.
I'm gonna keep reblogging this until it works
I could absolutely use some luck right about now.
Sure why not
I could use some good luck...
The spud has worked before.
y'know what, ao3 appreciation post cause these people out there doing amazing work for no monetary compensation
literally so many of us love ao3, please show support for these guys <3
There is this lovely gentleman who comes to visit me on the reg.
He sits by the glass door and meeps until someone notices him and tells me my boyfriend is here to see me. I have offered him food and water but he rarely partakes.
He never leaves without rubbing his entire self against me several times and scent-marking a particular trellis, and lately has taken to yelling at me to follow him down the garden and through a gap in the fence.
...am I a friend? Am I a side piece? Is he attempting to entice me to join a colony and babysit the children while the other adults go hunting?
I put a collar on Sir with my phone number on it, thinking it would be a good way to suss out whether or not he has other families around the neighborhood. Perhaps I’d find a message tied to the collar? Perhaps I’d get a text? Perhaps...new cat? ♡
A person called me, ascertained that I was the one who had put the collar on Sir, and then snapped, “That’s MY cat!” and hung up.
BRB crying and looking up details on WITSEC while simultaneously daydreaming about calling this person back and engaging them in a lengthy discussion about the health and safety and longevity of indoor cats vs outdoor cats, and the environmental impacts of even a single free-ranging domesticated kitty upon the local fauna. (Have in fact personally witnessed Sir catch and eat a house finch and a crested sparrow in my own front yard. How could a man I love...)
