Prince George receives a giant stuffed wombat from Australia’s Governor General. 
In other news, George and the Wombat sounds like an excellent new children’s book series.


Oops—my hand slipped… for about an hour.




Prince George receives a giant stuffed wombat from Australia’s Governor General. 

In other news, George and the Wombat sounds like an excellent new children’s book series.



Oops—my hand slipped… for about an hour.




that’s like 85% of Sterek Fanfiction

and why i love sterek 

#I am in love with this term#i want a fic where Stiles texts Derek to come over and snugglefuck with him#and Derek just stares at the message for a while#questioning all his life choices#before going over immediately#because even though Stiles has to make everything sounds as ridiculous as humanly possible#snugglefucking is actually pretty much his favorite activity#(and bonus#he gets there and Stiles refuses to let them snuggle until Derek’s asked him to#using the appropriate term#and Derek sighs and rolls his eyes and does every exasperated thing he can think of#but Stiles won’t let it go#wiggling away from him and smirking at him knowingly#and it takes all of about four minutes until Derek breaks and mumbles the stupid word#and Stiles is the bastard who pretends he couldn’t hear him#and Derek crosses his arms and glares at him and snaps#’I came all the way over here so can’t you just snugglefuck me damn it?’#and it’s the most adorably absurd thing that’s ever come out of Derek’s mouth#and Stiles just grins and pounces on him#and proceeds to snugglefuck the hell out of him#) (via halekingsourwolf)





Prince Harry and John Barrowman both do a mutual high five/ass slap combo omg

Can we just appreciate that John smacked Prince Harry’s royal ass so hard that the guy actually had to rub himself a little while John waves his hand

Can we just appreciate that John smacked Prince Harry’s royal ass 

It’s basically illegal not to reblog this.



A/N: it looks better in original size, please orz



Harry Potter au where Harry didn’t lose being a parsletongue and Albus buys a snake as a pet one year because snakes are cool and one day just walks in on Harry and the snake having a deep conversation

Albus is 17 and loses his virginity in his room and forgets the snake talks to his dad and when Harry gets home the snake is all like OH MY GOSH YOU’D NEVER GUESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS WHAT HAPPENED


can we just acknowledge mcgonagall’s face here?


"what a fucking nerd."


still shipping…STEREK


still shipping…STEREK

Captain America: The First Avenger + Military Uniforms

for darrenisadaisy


derek hale + #97 // requested by anonymous


Campaign has ended. You guys are amazing!! #socialNetWOLFING

I am completely and totally lost without my writing. 

I feel like I haven’t written anything good in months and I’m just totally devastated. It’s been a part of me for as long as I can remember and I feel like I’m totally losing it. 

This is the longest writers block I’ve ever been through and it’s totally killing me. I don’t know what I’ll do if I can’t write again. I just feel dead inside. 





This was meant to be a quick warm up, but it turned into a comic that I’ve wanted to draw for a while. This is something that is extremely important to me, and I appreciate it if you read it.

A while ago, I heard a story that broke my heart. A family went a cat shelter to adopt. The daughter fell in love with a 3-legged cat. The father straight up said “absolutely not”. Because he was missing a leg. That cat was that close to having a family that loved him, but the missing leg held him back. Why?!

Many people have the initial instinct of “nope” when they see an imperfect animal. I get it, but less-adoptable does NOT mean less loveable. 9 out of 10 people will choose a kitten over an adult cat. And those 10% that would get an adult cat often overlook “different” animals.

All I want people to do is be open to the idea of having a “different” pet in their lives. Choose the pet that you fall in love with, but at least give all of them a fair shot at winning your heart.

Don’t dismiss them, they deserve a loving home just as much as any other cat. They still purr, they still love a warm lap, they still play, they still love you. Trust me, next time you are in the market for a new kitty, just go over to that one cat that’s missing an eye and see what he’s all about!

Let me tell to you a thing.

This is Lenore. I first saw her in a little cage at the Petco I frequent (I used to take my parents’ dog in for puppy play time), and she looked like the grouchiest, old, crotchety cat in the world, and I fell instantly in love. She was cranky, she was anti-social, hanging out at the back of her cage. Her fur was matted because she wouldn’t let the groomers near her.

She was perfect.

But I didn’t have a place for her. I wasn’t living in my own space yet, and where I was, I wasn’t allowed cats. So I pressed my face to the bars of her cage and I promised that if no one had adopted her by the time I’d bought a house, I would come back for her.

I visited her every week for over six months while I looked for a house. At one point, they had to just shave her entire rear-end because the mats or fur were so bad. They told me she clawed the heck outta the groomer that did it, screamed the entire time, and spent the next two days growling at anyone that came near the cage.

A couple of weeks later, I closed on my house. I went back and I got an employee, and I said: “That one. I need that cat.”

They got the paperwork and the lady who ran the rescue that was bringing the cats in told me that Lenore (at the time, Lila) was 8 years old, had been owned by an elderly lady who had died, and brought in to a different rescue, who’d had her for six months on top of the time I’d been seeing her at Petco.

This kitty had been living in a 3x3’ cube for over a YEAR because she was older and “less adoptable.”

I signed the paperwork, put her in a cat carrier, and drove her to my new home. I had pretty much nothing; a bed, an old couch, a couple of bookcases, and a tank of mice I called “Cat TV”. I let her out of the carrier and onto my bed, and I told her “I told you I would come back for you when I had a place. It’s not much, but it’s yours too now.”

Lenore spent the next three days straight purring non-stop. She followed me around the house purring. Sat next to me purring. Slept next to me purring. Leaning into every touch, purring, purring, always purring. She still purrs if you so much as think about petting her. She’s amazing, and I love her.

So, you know, if you’re thinking about adopting, and you see a beast that others consider “less adoptable,” think about Lenore.



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