According to the wise internet and my over-the-phone mother, i have heat exhaustion
I just know that my head hurts
My vision is going black literally everytime I stand up and no one is home
I’m going to crawl/hobble my way downstairs to bed
Maybe sleep will help?
Hiccstrid Parallels (2/?)
omg I’ve always loved Astrid for this. She doesn’t just try and talk to him at a normal level, because she knows he avoids eye contact. He’s used of a life of people LITERALLY looking down at him, so he just escapes by glancing downward when he feels inadequate. But she won’t have it from him— she gets down ON HIS LEVEL and makes him look up. Makes him see what she sees: somebody worthwhile and worth looking straight in the eye.
Reblogging for that amazing comment.
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (2014)
The year is 1925. Fresh out of Hogwarts, Newt Scamander finds himself struggling with the banality of working for the Ministry of Magic. When the United Wizarding Republic invites him to investigate a rogue dragon living in the sewer systems of New York City, however, Newt’s boring life is plunged into chaos. New York City is dark, dirty, and dazzling, but with a little help from Nella Larson and Duke Ellington - the brightest witch and wizard of their age - Newt finally starts to feel that New York is home. Together, the Nella and Duke teach Newt how to do the Charleston, how to buy Butterbeer off the blackmarket, and, of course, how to save New York City from a hoard of angry dragons.
Newt Scamander - Nathan Stewart-Jarrett
Nella Larson - Angel Coulby
Duke Ellington - Gary Carr
the greatest plan in history
YES IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS GIF
But.. that’s my life..
if you threw a pad or tampon into a crowd of boys they would probably all scream and it would be like that scene from monsters inc where george gets contaminated by a sock
|me:||halloween is coming soon|
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Whenever there is an oil spill in the world’s oceans, a sea slick is “born”. Countless animals lose their lives to the thick, clinging clutches of oil, dying miserable, wretchedly drawn-out deaths. Sea slicks are born of the lost souls of those animals and the sludge that bound and choked the life from them. As such, sea slicks are always referred to as “they” and “them” rather than “it”, and it’s said that if you chance upon a sea slick near the surface, their soft, melancholy vocalisations carry the haunting remnants of sea birds and the whispers of shoals of fish.
Despite their fearsome appearances, they are very much docile creatures, preferring to near-constantly swim through the depths and the quiet of the sea they were robbed from. Sea slicks are amortal, being unable to die, as they were never truly what we would call “alive” to begin with. Over time, however, sea slicks do disintegrate, usually over the span of several years, losing pieces of semi-sentient oil to the surface waters.
Ambitious wixes track sea slicks to gather these pieces, as they make especially valuable, durable invisibility cloaks capable of protecting wearers from even the deadliest of spells.
I love this! Modern, industrial fantasy creatures. Wow, so cool!
I’m not kidding. GO NOW. (And click the links!)—
I don’t know where the thing about Sea Slicks came from, because ALL of these pictures are of lockjaws (even the one with the ship), created by Crispyfishsticks, except for the ship one up top, which was a gift to her from ramblingheartwood (who is also CircuitDruid on dA). The sea slick idea is neat, but please give credit where it’s due. Crispyfishsticks is an awesome person and deserves better. Support the original artist, please.
Also: About Locks—
Original text from CircuitDruid:
I actually had a lockdream yesterday colour me surprised. I never thought I’d actually have one. Knowing Crispy likes to hear them I was motivated to sketch this one up.
I dreamed I was a lockjaw and I was trying to hide from Ary because of, I have no idea, but I suspect it was more mischief and antics than anything serious. I got it into my head to hide in the sea, that if I let myself flow into the eddies and currents of the water I would be somehow harder to see.
Then I found a boat, and was about to put it into my mouth before I woke up, probably due to silliness overload. Despite the lock hide and seek though it was quite a peaceful pleasant dream.—