The veil is thin here. It’s thin everywhere. Of course it’s fucking thin. Who ever heard of a thick veil? That shit’s lightweight, even sheer.
Like, shit, Agatha. There’s a reason they don’t call it “the down comforter between worlds”.
The Floral Shower Curtain Between Worlds.
The Upholstery Between Worlds.
The Plastic Tablecloth Between Worlds.
The Velour Between Worlds.
The Cheesecloth Between Worlds.
The Spandex Bodysuit Between Worlds
the canvas tent flap between worlds
Wisdom the Oldest Known Albatross Returns to Midway, Best Gift Ever!
Wisdom, the oldest wild banded Laysan albatross has returned to Midway Atoll National Wildlife Refuge and Battle of Midway National Memorial. Wisdom’s return flight to the island is an especially remarkable feat considering her senior status - approximately 67 years old. However, her voyage to Midway Atoll which spanned tens of thousands of miles is overshadowed only by the news that Wisdom’s nest was no longer empty - containing an egg and soon a future albatross chick.
Welcome back, Wisdom!
The best kind of holiday gift!!
oh wow five years ago today the stylish but illegal monkey was found roaming around ikea in toronto…. now this is truly an iconic date in meme history
never forget
Name: Darwin, Japanese Macaque
Date of Birth: 2012
Arrival Date: December 10, 2012
Previous home details: Darwin was born in Canada as part of the exotic pet trade in 2012, and had lived in a family home in Toronto. He was found in an IKEA parking lot in December 2012 after escaping from his owner’s car and was seized by local authorities. A social media and worldwide news sensation, Darwin has resided at SBFPS ever since.
Condition upon arrival: Darwin had been imprinted by humans, which rarely bodes well for a monkey. He was very insecure upon arrival, and needed to be the centre of everyone’s attention. He was sheltered from the other monkeys until he got used to his surroundings.
Progress: Since his arrival Darwin has grown in strides - learning to be far more monkey than human. He is grooming Sweet Pea, and calls to Julien and Lexy - mimicking their vocalizations and learning how to speak macaque. He has grown in size and confidence as well, and was slowly transitioned towards having multiple caregivers who he can trust and love as his ‘troop’, as he had no real monkey mother to show him the ropes.
Personality Traits: Darwin is a cheeky little guy, that’s for sure! He loves to play all day, and is always bouncing off the walls with excitement, especially when his favourite people come to visit! He loves to play tricks on you when you’re not looking, like any adolescent!
Favourite Activity: Darwin loves Curious George! He has a Curious George doll whom he takes to his pool to give a bath, and grooms him and tries to get him to drink. He also loves swinging on his fire hose.
Favourite Food: Darwin loves grapes, dates and cherries - but cherries definitely top the list!
Wish list from staff: Darwin can always use new and exciting toys, and he loves his fire hose swings and swimming in kiddie pools!
He loves Curious George thats so blasted gods damned CUTE I’m so glad he’s adjusting well to being a normal healthy monkey.
“Last Chri… All i want for… Thank Go… Santa Clau… Feliz Na… Alle Jahre wieder…”
The police headquarters in the town of Kempten in the Allgäu region of Bavaria have posted a note saying that:
“Annoying Christmas songs are no reason to file a charge. Your police”
this is the most innocent yak i have ever seen. this lifted my spirits a little.
One time my brother tried to yank away my “towel hat”, and was promptly horrified when I yelled in pain.
“I didn’t know your hair was IN there!!” he cried.
Boys.
WAIT YOURE HAIR IS IN THE TWISTY PART?!
Oh dear
I’ve seen this post several times and never actually seen anyone actually explain how to do the hair twist that long haired people can do, so I drew a tutorial. berrykoolaid
reblogging for demonstration because you learn something new every day
My brother seemed like he discovered a new universe when I showed him this
I saw this post two or three years ago and it changed my life because I had never, never once in my life, known this…. and after reading this with complete shock, I immediately started doing it. It changed my DANG life. And when I do it, I think, “thank you @asexualmew for teaching me something I needed to know in my adult life.” So thank you again, @asexualmew. Nobody else taught me. I never knew. And then one day you did.
December 21, 1968 – A powerful Saturn V rocket launched the Apollo 8 mission from Cape Kennedy, Florida, at 7:50 a.m. EST. Two hours 50 minutes later, the crew performed a translunar injection, and astronauts Frank Borman, Jim Lovell, and Bill Anders were off on a Christmas-time voyage to the Moon. Fun fact: The Saturn V rocket stood at 363 feet (110.6 m). That’s over 35 stories stall, about 2 times that of the space shuttle.
For lack of better candidates, someone’s parents jokingly named the Norse God Loki as the child’s godfather. He decides to take this seriously.
The whole thing got started because my dad was a professor of Norse Mythology.
When I was born he and mom had both just gotten jobs at a new
university, which meant moving to a new town where my parents didn’t
know anybody. That was my dad’s excuse for naming an ancient
Scandinavian trickster god as my godfather.
He claimed it made sense at the time; apparently I was something of a trickstery child myself, always getting out of my playpen and into strange places, or making rude noises at hilariously inopportune times, or crying for no discernible reason and laughing for no better one. Plus, it was pretty soon apparent that I had inherited my grandmother’s bright red hair. So my dad liked to call me a child of Loki, which amused my mom. It didn’t amuse her so much when he told her dad, after he got a bit too pushy about me not having a godparent yet, that in fact I did have someone looking after me and his name was Loki Laufeyson.
Still, even my mom didn’t expect anything more to come of that than a bit of a row when my grandfather got home and looked a few things up, so they were both completely stunned when Loki himself showed up on the doorstep a few hours later.
I was much too young to remember that particular meeting, but from what I found out later, I can imagine something of how it went. Loki would have looked like a tall, lean man with hair like fire. Not red hair like mine, which isn’t even really red but orange-ish; this was hair in licks of red and orange and yellow, really like fire. He would have had eyes like fire opals, strange and glittering from one color to the next. And he would have had scars running along the tops of and bottoms of his lips, little rows of puncture marks, white and old but still clearly visible. But the rest of him would have looked handsome and charming, like a movie star, only better. He would have looked like what movie stars dreamed of looking like, and he would have flashed my mom a brilliant gleaming grin when she opened the door.
“Hello,” he said. “I’ve come to see the child.”
I’d reblog this anyway, because Norse mythology, but crap! This is really good!
XMAS.CYCLE.PNT
from the December 1990 Beagle Bros. Platinum Paint art contest by Marian Gibson of Yakima, WA
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