ectoviolet

jack blacks 13 year old: dad lets make a game channel together because we love to game as a family and im a 13 yr old so i like lets players 

jack black: thats a good idea i love you son

p*wdiep*e racists: CORPORATE GAMERS… NOT LIKE MY RACIST GAMER IDOL WHO IS A POOR INDEPENDENT CREATOR MILLIONAIRE

meropischao

youd think horses were one of those animals that has horrible health due to humans breeding unhealthy animals to achieve a certain look but no they really are just naturally that fucked up

meropischao

horses’ lungs bleed when they run at a certain speed

mesopelagic

if their diet is too rich / low in selenium their hooves fall off

meropischao

excuse me

theonlyleftydesk

The reason they have such poor health outcomes after breaking or otherwise injuring their legs is because their legs are actually hyper-specialized fingers; and as in human fingers, there is very little muscle supporting the bone, just a lot of cartilage and tendons and whatnot. You’d think an animal that literally evolved to run away to avoid being eaten would have ALSO evolved sturdier running appendages, but…

sounddesignerjeans

I fucking hate this post, it’s 1 AM I don’t want to know that horse legs are giant fucking fingers

scarlet-benoit-is-my-rolemodel

My father’s new plan to screw over the president: everyone wear Donald Trump masks around DC and be dicks to crows so eventually all the DC area crows will hate Donald Trump and mob him

sorceryandjellybeans

Think bigger, OP.

If we do this all around the whole country then no matter where he goes to hold a rally, the crows will be there mobbing and cawing at him like he’s the fuckin antichrist.

scarlet-benoit-is-my-rolemodel

God you’re right

luxwing

transphobic people will be like “I dont understand what you are and I’m entitled to a polite explanation in detail about you and your body and if you are rude then it will be your fault that I hate trans and nonbinary people”

angelmoods

there’s beauty in small things. the lipstick stain on my glass, the sparkle of a snowflake, my shadow on the sidewalk. we don’t see the world as it is, we see the world as we are