Madlurking

They say some mother cats will adopt /anything/...

via: Save Our Seas Foundation

via: Save Our Seas Foundation

Willie Nelson has never related to a fictional dog more than Argus from the Odyssey, who spends the whole movie old and unconscious. Even though, as is obvious from these pictures, he is only eight years old and has been a chill dude his whole life. We have waited so long! We are so happy!

DS9 Textposts pt 121-???

Fangirls Through the Ages by Lid Thom

I've been studying botany lately for the art book I'm working on, and, while not getting tooo bogged down in scientifically accurate things, still happily trying to apply some little details while drawing the flowers in my recent pieces :D thinking about what makes each specific flower itself.... that sort of thing 🌸🌺🌼🌻🌷🌹

Joe Greene, born 1983 (Canadian, Iroquois, Cayuga wolf clan). "Heron", soapstone

reading the latest Swan Boy this morning and the idea of Crystal being the Chiyoko of a hypothetical Swanboykira adaptation hit me like a lightning bolt

why did he misspell shaq?

the fuck are all those yellow circles doing?

Yes, the newspapers were right: sun was general all over Ireland. It was shining softly upon the Bog of Allen and, further westwards, softly shining into the bright mutinous Shannon waves. It was shining too upon every part of the lonely churchyard where Michael Furey lay buried. It beamed thickly on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the sun shining brightly through the universe and brightly shining, like the rise of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.

the fuck are all those yellow circles doing?

Yes, the newspapers were right: sun was general all over Ireland. It was shining softly upon the Bog of Allen and, further westwards, softly shining into the bright mutinous Shannon waves. It was shining too upon every part of the lonely churchyard where Michael Furey lay buried. It beamed thickly on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the sun shining brightly through the universe and brightly shining, like the rise of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.

He is trying to be the Devil's Minion's minion

deep space baseball