Strange Things-that are normal

I hope you enjoy your stay here and I wish you a wonderful day!

[trulyvincent]

Cecropia Moth

[magic-human-bean]

The way it moves!! Majestic!!! Mythical beast!!

[trulyvincent]

Cecropia Moth

[magic-human-bean]

The way it moves!! Majestic!!! Mythical beast!!

[everydaylouie]

fall & winter

[donlemefo]

[dvalshock]

“You don’t belong only to yourself, you know? There isn’t anything in this world that belongs to only itself. Everyone has connections with someone else, and shares something with them through these. That is why you can never be free. That is also why it is amusing, sad, and dear.”

[witchcraftmood]

06 — Drooling 

[surfacage]

anon why? explain to me? why would make me read this question with my own two eyes?

[heikala]

School of Fish Inktober day 16

[theslidingpanel-deactivated2018]

Heikala

[scoes]

this has already been done 200 times

[mycrazyworlduniverse]

Kenneth Branagh as professor Gilderoy Lockhart in a never-before-seen before photoshoot from Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets - Entertainment Weekly.

[acciocuteboysplease]

- Gilderoy Lockhart was one of the few things the movies got right

[cuddlymimi-deactivated20181123]

Ragdoll kitten

[grimm-sugar-prime]

Everyone’s talking about House Martins and their fuzzy pants, so I painted over them to make them into griffons. The Common House Griffon (original photo credit is to Steve Robinson)

[frei-rancken-deactivated2020062]

I SCREAMED AT THIS LIKE AN IDIOT THINKING IT WAS REAL FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

[petermorwood]

Tiny dragons have been a Thing for ages, so I don’t see why tiny griffins (or griffons or gryphons) shouldn’t get a look-in.

Unlike dragons, they won’t singe the furniture…

[brevityandclarity]

@elodieunderglass

[elodieunderglass]

powerful griffs

[alice-curious-labyrinth13-blog]

[quasarkisses]

don’t even talk to me about how perfect Atlantis is

[furbearingbrick]

the chemistry between these characters was FLAWLESS

[incorrectfmadialogue]

The homunculus Pride protects his father’s tunnel from prying human eyes.

1915, Colourized

[horsegirlhob]

I’m a slut for sitting in comfortable silence while both of us do our own thing and occasionally show each other something dumb on our computers like that’s the good shit my dude. 

[ysvyri]

“They Blink and Reality Shivers”

Done for the Month of Fear challenge, “Shiver”.

The saints cannot distinguish between being with other people and being alone: another good reason for becoming one.

They live in trees and eat air. Staring past or through us, they see things which we would call not there. We, on the contrary, see them.

They smell of old fur coats stored for a long time in the attic. When they move they ripple. Two of them passed here yesterday, filled and vacated and filled by the wind, like drained pillows blowing across a derelict lot, their twisted and scorched feet not touching the ground, their feathers catching in thistles. What they touched emptied of colour.

Whether they are dead or not is a moot point. Shreds of they litter history, a hand here, a bone there: is it suffering or goodness that makes them holy, or can anyone tell the difference?

Though they pray, they do not pray for us. Prayers peel off them like burned skin healing. Once they tried to save something, others or their own souls. Now they seem to have no use, like the colours on blind fish. Nevertheless, they are sacred.

They drift through the atmosphere, their blue eyes sucked dry by the ordeal of seeing, exuding gaps in the landscape as water exudes mist. They blink and reality shivers.

—Margaret Atwood, The Saints

[photochoco]

Jackpot

[photochoco]

This is getting kind of ridiculous.

There are two five leaves in there somewhere 

[photochoco]

I lost count

[humunanunga]

This is the lucky clover bouquet. Reblog for seven days of good luck!