Me: *finds a cute mlm or wlw comic about other which is mlm / wlw * Aww this is cute I wonder what that person said in the tags because I like talking about cute things

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31st of December

"If he writes her a few sonnets, he loves her. If he writes her 300 sonnets, he loves sonnets"

- my english professor

I think about this quote all the time and I feel like it explains a lot of things about human behavior

This is the Water Moose, he brings water. here he is creating a new lake. Like to support the Water Moose in his endeavour, reblog if you or your friends need a visit from the Water Moose

For all of those that need reminding.

why is concept art always 300% better than the final product especially in western animation

99% of the replies to this are twelve page essays about how time consuming it would be to animate concept art like . buddy. i know. im in film school for animation. u ppl needa know how 2 see a funie joke on the internet and move on without takin it so seriously

aight but have none of those ppl seen The Book of Life bc uh lemme tell you

the concept art and the finalized versions of sets, characters, and scenes in the film look THE SAME. The Book of Life had a lower budget than Frozen too so uh…….. 👀 y’all need to open ya eyes

“Killed 99 bears”

a fact that if actually accomplished, should be put on a tombstone.

My favorite part is “We hope he has gone to rest.” What, like… they weren’t sure? Maybe, if ever the bear uprising should start again, he would rise from the ground to finish what he started and slay that 100th bear? Was this man so powerful they are concerned he might not have decided to rest at all and is simply biding his time?

The bears made that tombstone.

A warning, and a prayer.

That he really, truely stays down.

This is too badass not to reblog.

#i had 99 problems and they were all bears so i fucking killed them (via tiny-little-dot)

Okay this ad campaign is actually great and every time I see it in a Tube station I laugh a little bit because it just reminds you how terrifically bizarre the human race is

@asslion

Someone twisted this Jewish family’s menorah into the shape of a swastika

Naomi Ellis and her her husband Seth spent Friday morning — the morning after the sixth night of Hanukkah — trying to explain to their three young sons why someone had vandalized the menorah the family had put out on their yard by twisting the metal pieces into the shape of a swastika.

The Ellis family had only built the 7-foot-tall menorah on the front lawn of their home in Chandler, Arizona, because their sons, ages 5, 7 and 9, had asked their parents if the family could decorate their home like the neighbors did for Christmas, the Washington Post reported. Read more.

The Ellis family had only built the 7-foot-tall menorah… because their sons, ages 5, 7 and 9, had asked their parents if the family could decorate their home like the neighbors did for Christmas. This is America in the 21st century.  Please reblog, even if you’re not Jewish.  Especially if you’re not Jewish.  Spread awareness and let your Jewish followers know that we’re not alone.

Maybe plants are farming us, giving us oxygen to breathe so we can die and turn into mulch for them.

do u ever just see a tweet that you connect with on a spiritual level

Caitlyn Siehl (via wordsnquotes)

SO SOMEHOW MY YAOI SHIRT ENDED UP IN MY DAD’S LAUNDRY BASKET HELP I CAN’T BREATHE

OMG GUYS PLEASE STOP REBLOGGING THIS MY DAD IS CALLING HIMSELF THE YAOI GOD

@mxgicwhip

Cynthia D'Aprix Sweeney, The Nest (via wordsnquotes)

It gets better—the guy is deaf, and he taught his cat the sign for “food.” So the cat’s not just saying “put that in my mouth,” it’s actually signing

Not only that, but if you notice at the beginning, the cat *gets the man’s attention* as any person who wanted to talk to a deaf/hoh individual would (well, and vice versa IME). I’ve done sign since I was 5, and generally, w/o eye contact initially, you wave a hand or lightly touch the arm (if that’s ok with the person you’re trying to converse with, of course).  Generally, adult cats meow mostly to humans, but this cat has figured out that’s not going to work and has adapted. Animal companions! They are INCREDIBLE.

Amazing.

EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOU ARE DOING AND LOOK AT THIS CAT.

this is pretty remarkable 

John Green, Looking for Alaska  (via wordsnquotes)

Imagine how much historical knowledge wasn’t written down because our ancestors thought: “What idiot isn’t going to know this?”

So ancient Egypt’s best friend basically was called Punt. They traded all kinds of fun stuff with them; ebony, incense, gold, silver, myrrh, leopard skins, baboons for pets… and the Egyptians wrote a lot about the land, the people living there, what their houses looked like, records of trading expeditions to there (like, robust, oceangoing ships with thousands of men); they wrote down everything imaginable about this place… except for where it actually was.

We still to this day have no geographic fix on this ancient empire’s whereabouts, because what idiot wouldn’t know, right?

Until the 1850s British condiment sets came with bottles for oil and vinegar, and three spice containers for salt, pepper and…nobody knows. Potentially mustard, but it’s just a guess because no one ever wrote it down.

And this is why historians love, really love, those incredibly dull people who write in their diary every day about what they wore and what they had for dinner and how many miles away their friend Mr So-And-So’s house is in that one village. Because they are the only ones who *do* write down what was in the third spice jar, how many miles away this now-nonexistent village was and so on. Seriously, the diaries of really dull people are HISTORICAL TREASURES OF OTHERWISE LOST MINUTIAE.

Somewhere out there there is almost certainly a diary that would expose the true contents of that third spice jar because of the one time it was low and this person had to have a quiet word with the butler or something and it was the most interesting thing that happened all week so they wrote it down. And I hope that diary is found someday because now I really want to know.

Gustave Flaubert, Sentimental Education (via wnq-writers)