itsalburton:

tiergan-vashir:

chocolatechiprincess:

biglawbear:

richardalexanderrr:

lmfao

WAIT ISN’T THIS ONE OF THOSE THINGS WHERE MAMA TIGERS PRETEND TO GET SCARED BY THEIR BABIES TO TEACH THEIR BABIES HOW TO HUNT AND GIVE THEM CONFIDENCE

Like you can see Mama Tiger has her ears pointed back to where Baby is so clearly she knows her baby’s back there and is listening in that direction

GOD THIS IS SO CUTE

YOURE DOING GREAT SWEETIE

SUCH A FEROCIOUS SMOL

I love how the cub jolts a little when mom overreacts, as if thinking “Shit, are you ok??

Brokeback Mountain

ithelpstodream:

I will never forget that one time my homophobic stepdad got mad at my mom because she’d never watched a cowboy movie with my younger brother. I was 13 at the time, struggeling with my sexuality and ever since I came out my mom was the one who supported me. We ended up going to a video rental store and my mom rented Brokeback Mountain, my stepdad was excited because he’d never seen it before. After dinner we gathered in the living room, soda and snacks at the ready and turned that gem on. My stepdad made remarks like ‘This movie will make you feel like a man!’ and ‘I love cowboy movies, so not suitable for women!’
Needless to say, his face when he saw those two cowboys have sex in that tent was the best thing I’d ever seen in my life.

dunkstein:

koobaxion:

here’s a hot take: giftwrap is dumb, 95% of the time you can just hand someone the thing and accomplish the same task. Society has conditioned us to love wrapping shit up for no reason, probably by gift wrap industry people.

Counterpoint: monkey instinct says uncovering secret bounty from colorful shell good as fuck

elvensemi:

elvensemi:

elvensemi:

Does anyone else have that one friend whose sleep schedule is like an ever-evolving mystery? One day they’ll appear to be asleep for the entire 16 hours that you’re awake, but the next three they won’t appear to actually sleep at all. Sometimes they appear to be on Australian time, other times their schedule has adjusted to somewhere in the middle of the Pacific ocean. (I call this Cthulhu time.) You go a week without seeing them and you have no idea if they’re just really busy, dead, or if their sleep has simply synced up to the exact hours you’re awake and online. The only indication that they’re still in this mortal coil is vague posts about grocery shopping that pop up on their blogs at 4:12AM. 

I’m horrified at myself because I randomly decided on 4:12AM for an obscure and horrible hour in the morning, but after I posted I glanced down at the clock and 

did i just vaguepost about myself

There are two things I love about this post: 

  • the number of people who are, with apologies, That Friend
  • the fact it keeps getting splorts of notes every day at 4:12am

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