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Hey Tumblr, how about some cute pictures of giant snakes?
This is Julius, a female albino Burmese python from Germany. You might know her from a viral video a little while back where she showed that she could open doors. She unfortunately passed away last year, but I thought it would be nice to post a photoset. She has a Facebook page in the source with more photos.
I love Julius, and it breaks my heart that sheâs no longer with us. What a wonderful burm lady she was!
Even if rough-housing was a bad idea, the general action had the same affect as it did for young lion cubs. Play-fighting was a way of practicing for growing up, and as Dylan had learned in this world: there was never enough time to hone your skills. He pounced onto Cujo, tumbling over with him in a fit of laughter before sticking out his tongue. Pinned again. Darn. Seemed he needed to practice the element of surprise just a bit more. (graveyardgravetune)
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He couldnât believe he pinned Dylan yet again. Cujo found it pretty funny, he couldnât help but laugh too. âPinned ya again.â He muttered, before letting out a noise that sounded like a purr.Â
âOh nooooo....â Whined Dylan dramatically, âThe vicious predator has captured me. What ever shall I do?â He cupped Cujoâs cheeks in his leather-clad hands, âIs there any way I can convince you not to eat me, Mr. Lion?â
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âC- CujoâŚ?â Mumbled the human drowsily, his body shifting at the doorway. He sounded worried - tired, granted - but exceedingly worried. âGoodness⌠A- are you alright, love? You started screaming. Those dreams youâve been having must be getting worse.â Dylan stretched out with a yawn, the lenses of his glasses reflecting the light from behind him.
âThereâs nothing to worry about⌠Everythingâs alright. Iâm here, Paps is still out on whatever thing he was doing. Itâs alright.â His southern accent was thickly laced through his drowsy, comforting words. Being an insomniac, he didnât get much sleep to begin with, and this seemed to be very normal to him. Perhaps not being woken up by screaming, but waking up at some ungodly hour of the morning in general.
âDo you want some tea?â As he spoke, he adjusted his glasses and combed a hand through his hair. Dear god, Cujo was a mess. His poor skeleton. âI mean, weâre both awake now, and even though itâs two in the morning, Iâd like to make sure youâre okay. Want me to sleep with you? That tends to help me after Iâve had some horrific nightmare.â Physical contact was his way of coping with trauma, and it certainly seemed like Cujo needed a hug or something.
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Im never going to be good enoughâŚ
TRASHY FOR RIZZELS HEâD BE ALL OVER YOU X///3
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Reddit is essentially a pub. If youâre not local you better watch what you say or youâll piss off the regulars.
when youâre in class and the group of people behind you wonât shut up
A note about shipping with me
I probably already ship it
not that I deliberately start rp'ing with people for the purposes of shipping, but if thereâs chemistry, if thereâs interesting interaction, then yeah, I probably ship it
you donât have to ship it too; itâs fun to torture the muse with unrequited feelings okay
I will never pressure you into a ship
if you feel like iâm pressuring you, let me know and iâll do my best to rectify the behavior
if you want to ship a thing, pitch it to me. the answer is probably yes.
that said, donât assume it without at least mentioning it to me ooc first.
ships are usually in their own seperate verses unless weâve discussed something else.
if you ship with me Iâll ruin your life
If light travels faster than sound, why can i hear my girlfriend bitching at me before i can see what have i done wrong?
Do you want to avoid people? Drink water. Not only will you be hydrated, you donât have to talk to people while drinking water, then later youâll have to pee, which means you get to avoid people even more
How to quickly improve your art
Find a good artist who is a terrible person and let the sheer force of bitterness alone drive you to draw and improve in order to surpass them
I know this is a joke, but Iâm seriously pondering the success rate
Itâs actually not a joke at all I had a very clear image of a certain someone in my head when I wrote this
visual representation of me leaving 2015 and coming into 2016
Overly exaggerate my muse based off of your muse's personal opinion.
The fact that no time travelers have appeared to stop Donald Trump yet suggests one of two things: either he doesnât win the election or he does and the entire world ends.
They were on the surface together, shopping. Of course, Dylan would give a poisonous glare towards anyone who even looked at Cujo the wrong way. Though he was sickeningly sweet to children while in front of their parents, however, when the parents left, the brunet was about as kind as a lion with a thorn in its paw. He'd give them death gestures in response to their questioning looks, going so far as to sometimes hiss or even growl at people that poked his senses the wrong way. Cujo was his.
Cujo felt uneasy from the bizarre looks he was receiving from people. He stayed close to Dylan, so close that their hips were touching. He was squeezing one of Dylanâs hands tight, averting his eyes whenever someone glanced in their direction. He was thankful that Dylan was willing to defend him and stand up for him.Â
âDylanâŚâ Still, that uneasy feeling wasnât going anywhere. âI donât belong here.â His voice was no more than a whisper as he stopped and stared at his companion.
Dylan scoffed, tilting his head up in indifference. He simply then wrapped his arm around Cujoâs waist, offering a slight grin. The brunet was perhaps a tad overprotective of those he valued. Glancing down at his name, the male cocked his head to the side curiously.
âGranted. I just thought we should walk about for a bit. Bit of time away from your brother-- then again, maybe JC Penny wasnât the best idea. How about ice cream instead?â Now, just to smite the people around him, he gave Cujo a light kiss, grinning happily.
The Flower (a poem inspired by some sad shit from a fic)
Ich bin so einsam⌠German. Ik ben zo eenzaam⌠Dutch. Je me sens tellement seule⌠French.
On and on, The flower whispers. In languages, All of foreign tongue.
. ×× × ×× ×× ×××××⌠Hebrew. ĺŚć¤ĺŻĺŻâŚ Chinese. Jag är sĂĽ ensam⌠Swedish.
On and on, The flower whispers. In languages, All of foreign tongue.
Before too long, The flower whispers In a tongue you know, In a tongue you love.
Just above the waterfallâs roar, Just above the peaceful river. Just in front of the bridge, Where you shake and shiver.
You know this place all too well, Youâve recognized the swell. And so the flower whispers, Whispers of someoneâs hell.
Iâm so lonelyâŚ
