The Sun is Up

Hello Friends! I felt like it was a good time to update my profile. It has been forever! I created my tumblr account..4 years ago? Maybe 3? Idk:D any way, a little bit has changed, not much, I still write a lot, and have updated my fanfiction.net account and wattpad account, fanfic.net you guys can read my stuff at Lea23S17, and wattpad is Lovelylazywriter. I'll post little things when I post stuff:) I guess I should say I'm a Hufflepuff and truly value kindness as a must have in the world. All people know it's needed, even though they don't always act like it sometimes. From my previous statement, you can probably tell I'm a big Harry Potter fan. I feel bad that I haven't read much this summer:( I need to find more books to read. The Book Thief was my big summer read last year, and now summer is gone and I am sad..ish. I'm ready to bring on the hot tea, cozy blankets and a good book, or paper and pen. My favorite quote is: There is not a book long enough, a cup of tea big enough to suit me." C.S Lewis. And I feel this is the best bible verse ever to help people who feel unsure about their future, and need a little boost of confidence: Jeremiah 29:11 "For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." HE will always be there for you.

[peachdoxie]

Ah yes, the three genders: Girl, Boy, and Mischief

[loversofpanem]

[gallagherwitt]

Male privilege & a basket of tampons

Years ago, a friend went to a party, and something bothered him enough to rant to me about it later. And it bothered me that he was so incensed about it, but I couldn’t put my finger on why. It seemed so petty for him to be upset, and even more so for me to be annoyed with him.

Recently, something reminded me of that scenario, and it made more sense. I’ll explain.

The party was a house party. One of those parties people throw if they’re renting a good-sized house in college. You know the type—loud music, Solo cups of beer, and somebody doing something drunk and stupid before the end of the night.

At some point, my friend had occasion to use the bathroom. When he went into the bathroom, he was disgusted to see that the hostess had left a basket of feminine hygiene products on the counter for guests to use if needed.

Later, when my friend told me about it, he wrinkled his nose and said, “Why would she do that? Guys don’t want to see that!”

When I suggested that she was just making them available in case a woman needed them, he insisted that they could be left in the cabinet or under the counter. Out of sight, anyway.

I wish I’d had, at the time, the ability to articulate what I can now.

To me, this situation is, while relatively benign, a perfect example of male privilege.

A man walks into the bathroom and sees a reminder that women have periods. And he’s disgusted. He wants that evidence hidden away because it offends his senses. How dare the hostess so blatantly present tampons and pads where a man might see them? There’s no reason for that!

A woman walks into the bathroom and sees that the hostess is being extra considerate. She gets it. She knows what it’s like to have a period start unexpectedly. The feeling of horror because she’s probably wearing something she doesn’t want ruined—it is a party after all. The sick embarrassment because someone might notice, especially if she’s wearing light-colored clothes, or worse, sat on the hostess’s white couch. The self-conscious, semi-nauseated feeling of trying to get through a social event after you’ve exhausted every avenue to get your hands on an emergency pad or tampon, and you’re just hoping to God that if you tie your jacket around your waist—you brought one, right?—keep your back to a wall, clench your buttcheeks, squeeze your thighs tightly together, and don’t…move…at…all—you might get through the evening, bow out gracefully, and find an all-night convenience store with a public restroom.

Or maybe she came to the party during her period, but didn’t bargain for her flow to suddenly get that heavy. Or she desperately needs a tampon, but her purse is in a room where a couple is not to be disturbed. Maybe she doesn’t know the hostess well enough to ask if she can use one. Or she doesn’t know anyone at the party well enough to ask. Or she figures she can make do with some wadded up toilet paper or something.

Whatever the case, she walks into the bathroom, and she hears the hostess saying “Hey, I know what it’s like, and just in case, I’ve got your back.”  She sees someone saving her from what could be a minor annoyance or a major embarrassment.

The hostess gets it. The woman who just walked into the bathroom? She’s either going to see that the person throwing the party is super considerate, or she’s going to be whispering thanks to Jesus, Krishna, and whoever else is listening because that is a basket full of social saviors.

But to the guy who wrinkled his nose, it’s still offensive that those terrible little things are on the counter, reminding his delicate sensibilities that the playground part of a woman is occasionally unavailable due to a gross bodily function that he should never have to think about.

In the grand scheme of things, it’s a tiny thing. It’s a tiny annoyance for the man, and a more significant but relatively tiny courtesy for the woman. After all these years, my friend has probably forgotten, but I never have.  As a woman whose life is partially governed by a fickle uterus that can ruin an evening faster than a submerged iPhone, his story has stuck with me.

How can you be so offended by a small gesture that has zero effect on you, but could make such an enormous difference to the person who needs it?

It occurs to me now that this is a small but effective illustration of how men and women see the world. It’s part of the same thought process that measures a woman’s value through her bra size and her willingness to have sex with him—that everything about us is displayed or hidden based on how men perceive them or what he wants to get from us. Unattractive women should be as covered as possible, while attractive ones shouldn’t be hiding their assets from male eyes (or hands, or anything else he wishes to use).

A woman who isn’t smiling is an affront to him because it detracts from her prettiness, despite the fact that there might be a legitimate reason for her not to smile (or more to the point, that there isn’t a legitimate reason for her to smile). Her emotional state is irrelevant because she’s not being pretty. It’s the line of thinking where a man blames anything other than cheerful sexual consent on the woman being a bitch, being a lesbian, or—naturally—being on her period. Everything we do, from our facial expressions to our use of hygiene products, are filtered the lens of “how it looks to a man.”

It’s the line of thinking where a small gesture from one woman to another, an assurance that someone else understands and will help her without question or judgment, a gesture which could save a woman’s evening from being ruined, is trumped by a man’s desire to see an untainted landscape of pretty, smiling women with visible cleavage and vaginas that never bleed.

And people wonder why we still need feminism.

[lindentreeisle]

This is actually an amazing idea I hadn’t though of.  (And apparently it has the bonus side effect of showing which of your male friends are whiny pissbabies.)

[systlin]

When we have friends over I always set a little basket of pads and tampons out just in case anyone needs some. 

None of the men have ever complained about it, possibly because at most of those parties I’m also showing off my cool new axe. 

[mycaptainswan]

@systlin are you Astrid Hofferson? lol

[sizvideos]

[nopizza]

He committed to how pissed off he was

[cocochineal]

I love how petty this is

[quiet--batpeople]

I hope he brought the video to traffic court to contest the ticket lol

[doing-talking]

I love the poetry that this gifset ends with him running into a police car.

[gjallarmoth]

This is a tactic called Uncivil Obedience: where you follow the law so stringently that it exposes the injustice the law causes.

[mycaptainswan]

Can like...*certain person* stop being a complete and totally emotionally manipulative, uncaring, bulling asshat?  Please and Thanks

[flyfella]

At the pharmacy

Me: wise sage, give me what I need to banish the darkness from my mind Pharmacist: here’s your antidepressants. Me: no curse of mine shall befall you from my dying breath Pharmacist: thank you

[shadyuck]

I love how this post implies that the pharmacist is just used to you by now

[beeftea78-deactivated20200113]

Asking as a tired Australian, why do Americans get so weird about ugg boots? “but like, are they REAL uggs?” they’re hideous and they’re made of sheep, Tiffany, just wear the things and be quiet

[beeftea78-deactivated20200113]

I did some digging and it turns out the answer is stranger than I thought. 

Uggs were originally Australian in make and design, and the word “ugg” just refers to the style of boot here. Then some Australian fucker trademarked it in America and sold it to a massive American company in the 80s. Thus UGG became a brand. Americans recognise Ugg as a brand, and think it’s fashionable and cool to wear name-brand boots, while Australians just call every style of boot like that an Ugg and (as long as it’s real sheepskin) don’t tend to discriminate much. 

Now that answers why Americans are so keen on the brand name, but there’s more.

What American law did was basically steal a generic term and style of shoe that had been used in Australia for decades, and then make it illegal for their competitors to use it as their own.

So their trademark means Australians cannot sell (Australian-made!) Uggs into the US. And there are legal battles occurring over the use of the term ‘ugg’. A delightful origin story of the term runs thus:

Australians have been making Ugg boots for half a century.

Graeme Spencer, who runs Huggy’s Ugg boot in South Australia, said it was his father Charlie Spencer who made the first Ugg boots and came up with the word Ugg.

“A customer of his came in and said they are the ugliest boots she had ever seen … And he just came up with U-G-G,” Mr Spencer said.

(x)

Australian senators are calling for the term ‘Ugg’ to be recognised as what it always has been - a generic term for footwear and not a brand name - because it bullies Australian manufacturers out of making their own product. Deckers, the brand owner, shuts down thousands of listings and chases out any trace of ‘counterfeit’ uggs (lmao). Even odder, in their war on ‘counterfeits’, Deckers tries to convince people that buying fake uggs basically equals supporting terrorism.

Australian Leather owner Eddie Oygur is seeking a separate ruling in Australia that Deckers is guilty of deceptive conduct, by trading under the name Ugg Australia when the company is based in California and its Ugg boots are made in China.

The Australian Competition and Consumer Commission (ACCC) is considering the matter.

Mr Oygur has also asked the ACCC to investigate the Deckers’ website which warns consumers who buy so-called “fake” Ugg boots, not made by Deckers, that they could be supporting terrorism, mobsters or gangs.

The Ugg website states that “infamous terrorist groups, organised crime rings, and gangs such as the … Camorra … Chinese triads .. Russian mafia, Al Qaeda and Hezbullah finance their operations — including terrorism, drug, sex, and arms trafficking — through the sale and trafficking of counterfeits”.

(x)

yeah that’s not… no.

I’ve met the horrible, nasty people who make counterfeit uggs. Her name’s Barb and she works at the local market. Her husband sews the Australian sheepskin himself, and she attaches the soles. These evil counterfeiters are mostly just Australians making and selling footwear like they always did.

So the American obsession with “real uggs” that I mocked so unthinkingly is actually the story of how a huge American company took something generic from Australia, then trademarked the brand, sued the pants off anyone who tried to use the word they’d been using for years, then further branded themselves as Ugg Australia even though it’s based in California and made in China, and started scaremongering to make people believe that ‘counterfeit uggs’ are evil, as if non-brand name sheep boots are on the same level as triads and the mafia, when it’s just Barb’s husband sewing in a shed.

The world is a rich tapestry.

[captainfaygeleh]

okay i have a loki question

how the fuck did odin sneak him into asgard?

like, heimdall saw that shit right? odin comes back through the bifrost and heimdall is just “…………….”

heimdall: that’s a baby

odin: yes! he’s my son! ………..loki. i’m going to dress him in green and black, because that worked great last time

or odin comes back and is trying to figure out, how to play it, and heimdall and frigga are just waiting for him and completely deadpan

frigga: ah, husband! you have returned from war in time to meet your newborn son. who i had. after being pregnant. secretly.

odin: what

frigga:

heimdall:

loki: *baby noises*

odin: right

honestly, i just need heimdall going up to frigga like “you won’t believe what your husband just did”

[matchgirl42]

odin: he’s a replacement for the child I had to lock away in the shadow realm.

heimdall:

odin: I’ll do better by this one.  I know I will.

heimdall:

heimdall: You mean Frigga will.

[langernameohnebedeutung]

Odin: Please can we keep it? It’s cute and changes colours and smiles at my empty eye socket. I promise I’ll take care of it I’ll feed it every week and I’ll dress it in green and black and I’ll teach it to throw knives and it will be great!

Heimdall: Frigga, he stole a baby. Say something.

[rebelmeg]

THIS IS THE BEST THING

[the-geek-cornucopia]

I like to imagine Frigga visiting Heimdall and they have tea and gossip about how much a mess Odin is.

[the-flightoficarus-deactivated2]

Hiemdall: *plopping into Friggas parlour and already reaching for the cup Frigga is passing him* Lemme tell you what wild shit your sons are doing in Alfhiem

[tin-can-iron-man]

Hiemdall rollerblading into the throne room this week with sunglasses and a piña coloda: Your Majesty, you’re not going to fucking believe this stuff your son brought back from Midgard.

[pitaparka]

Flower meanings I wanted to get out there. It seemed pretty cool to me but was a lot of work as I couldn’t copy and past my research from websites. Use it for a florist AU or somethin’ I dunno have fun Alstroemeria - Wealth, prosperity, fortune, friendship

Amaryllis - Splendid beauty, worth beyond beauty


Anemone - Fading hope, forsaken, anticipation


Anthurium - Hospitality, happiness, abundance


Aster - Patience, a love of variety, elegance, daintiness


Bird of Paradise - Joyfulness, magnificence, wonderful anticipation


Bouvardia Double - Enthusiasm, zest for life


Calla Lily - Magnificence, beauty, purity, innocence


Carnation - Pride, beauty


Red Carnation - Love, pride, admiration


Pink Carnation - Love of a woman or a mother


Purple Carnation - Capriciousness


Yellow Carnation - Disdain, rejection, disappointment


White Carnation - Innocence, pure love


Striped Carnation - Refusal


Chrysanthemum - Fidelity, optimism, joy, long life


Red Chrysanthemum - Love


White Chrysanthemum - Truth, loyal love


Yellow Chrysanthemum - Slighted love


Daffodil - regard, chivalry, rebirth, new beginnings, eternal life, unrequited love


Daffodil (Single) - Foretells a misfortune


Daffodil (Bunch) - Joy, happiness


Daisy - Innocence, purity, loyal love, “I will never tell.”


Gerbera Daisy- Cheerfulness


Delphinium - Big hearted, fun, lightness, levity, ardent attachment


Freesia - Innocence, thoughtfulness


Gardenia - Purity, sweetness, secret love, joy, conveys loneliness from the giver


Gerbera - Cheerfulness

Gladiolus - Strength of character, remembrance


Lavender Heather - Admiration, solitude, beauty


White Heather - Protection, wishes will come true


Hyacinth - Playfulness, sporty attitude, extreme rashness, constancy


Blue Hyacinth - Constancy


Purple Hyacinth - Sorrow


Red/Pink Hyacinth - Play


White Hyacinth - Loveliness


Yellow Hyacinth - Jealousy


Hydrangea - Heartfelt emotions, gratitude for being understood, frigidity, heartlessness


Iris - Eloquence


Purple Iris - Wisdom, compliments


Blue Iris - Faith, hope


Yellow Iris - Passion


White Iris - Purity


Larkspur - Levity, lightness, fickleness, haughtiness


Lilac - Youthful innocence, confidence


White Lilac - Humility, Innocence


Field Lilac - Charity


Purple Lilac - First love


Lily - Purity, refined beauty


White Lily - Modesty, virginity


Orange Lily - Passion


Yellow Lily - Gaiety


Lily of the Valley - Sweetness, purity of heart


Easter Lily - Virgin Mary


Orchid - Exotic beauty, refinement, thoughtfulness, mature charm, proud and glorious femininity


Peony - Bashfulness, compassion, indignation, shame, happy life, happy marriage, good health, prosperity


King Protea - Change, transformation, daring, resourcefulness, diversity, courage


Queen Anne - Haven, sanctuary, complexity, delicateness


Ranunculus - Radiant charm, attractiveness

Snapdragon - Graciousness, strenght, deception, presumption

Statice - Remembrance, sympathy, success 
Stock - Lasting beauty, happy life, bonds of affection, promptness 
Sunflower - Pure thoughts, adoration, dedication, dedicated love, haughtiness 
Sweet Pea - Delicate pleasure, bliss, departure after having a good time 
Tulip - Declaration of love, fame, perfect love

Rose - Love

Red Rose - Love, longing, desire, respect, admiration, devotion

Deep Red Rose - Regret, sorrow

White Rose - Purity, chastity, innocence, new beginnings, sympathy, humility, spirituality

Yellow Rose - Exuberance, joy, warmth, welcome, friendship, caring, purely platonic emotions

Pink Rose - Gentleness, admiration, joy, gratitude, appreciation, elegance, grace

Orange Rose - Passion, energy, desire, pride, fervor, fascination

Lavender Rose - Enchantment, love at first sight, majesty, splendor, fascination, adoration

Blue Rose - Elusive, unattainable, mysterious, desire, I can’t have you but I can’t stop thinking about you

Green Rose - Harmony, opulence, fertility, best wishes for a prosperous new life or wishes for recovery of good health

Black Rose - Death, farewell, elusive

Mixed Roses - Mixed feelings, I don’t know my feelings yet but I care about you enough to send roses

Moss Rosebud - Confession of love

Thorn-less Rose - Love at first sight, early attachment

Leaf Rose - You may hope

Hibiscus Rose - Delicate beauty

Burgundy Rose - Unconscious beauty

Christmas Rose - Relieve my anxiety

Dog Rose - Pleasure and pain

Damask Rose - Freshness, Persian ambassador of Love

Garden Rose - I am from Mars

Tea Rose - I will remember always

Rose of Sharon - Consumed by love

Carmine Rose - Deceitful desire

Cardinal Red Rose - Sublime desire

Amaranth Red Rose - Long standing desire

Wild Rose - Simplicity

Musk Rose - Capricious beauty 
Rosa Mundi - Variety 
Single Red Rose - “I love you” 
A Single White Rose - “My feelings are pure” 
A Single Yellow Rose - “You bring joy to my life” “Let’s be friends” 
A Single Pink Rose - “I like you” 
A Single Orange Rose - “I am proud of you” 
A Single Peach Rose - “Thank you” “I sympathise with you” 
A Single Lavender Rose - “I am enchanted by you” 
A Single Blue Rose - “You seem like an unattainable dream” 
A Crown Of Roses - Reward of virtue 
A Bouquet Of Roses - Gratitude 
A Rose In A Tuft Of Grass - There is everything to be gained by good company 
One Red Rose - “I love you” “You are the one for me” 
Two Red Roses - “Let us be together” 
Three Red Roses - “You and me and our love for company” 
Five Red Roses - “I am halfway in love with you” 
Twelve Red Roses - “Be mine” 
Twenty Five Red Roses - “Congratulations” 
Fifty Red Roses - “My love for you is limitless”

[harrypotterhousequotes]

HUFFLEPUFF: “You think you’re any different from me? Or your friends? Or this tree? If you listen hard enough, you can hear every living thing breathing together. You can feel everything growing. We’re all living together, even if most folks don’t act like it. We all have the same roots and we are all branches of the same tree.” –Tim Hedrick (Huu: Avatar: The Last Airbender: The Swamp)

[mycaptainswan]

This is probably the best Hufflepuff quote I’ve ever seen. 

[procrastinationasperformanceart]

Let me tell you about my panda mini-washer

As an apartment dweller, this is a game changer. My current apartment doesn’t have a laundry facility and the closest Laundromat about a 30 min bus ride which is just not practical. The mini-washer is a life saver

The panda mini washer hooks up to the sink, is incredibly lightweight (about 28 pounds, so light even I can lift it) and easy to use. 

It has a surprisingly large capacity. The basket from the first picture represents about one and a half loads. The jeans took up a whole load while the rest filled the bin only half way. 

Here’s the inside. The left is the washer the right is the spin dryer. Yes, it even drys.

Basically you shove your cloths into the washer, fill it up with water and let it go. I use my shower head to fill it up so it goes faster, the sink hook up took about five minutes to fill the whole tub, with the shower head is is down to a minute an a half. I do it in three wash cycles, a five minute rinse with baking soda, a five minute wash with soap and a three minute rinse with water. You have to drain and refill between each cycle so it’s a little more labor intensive than a traditional washer. 

That’s the spin dryer. It’s about half the capacity of the washer so one wash takes about two loads to dry. The spinner is much more effective than I was expecting. A three minute spin gets my cloths about 90% dry. I hang them up to air dry for that last 10%. 

The machine cost me about 150$. When you factor in two dollars for the bus, five for the machines (per week), the mini-washer pays for its self after only about six months worth of laundry. 

I’m not great at expressing emotion, but I’m hoping you can tell how excited I am.  Let me just say that the panda mini-washer is great and I highly recommend it to anyone currently using a Laundromat.  

[ihatethebitchwhorunsthisblog-de]

Read this and immediately bought it on Amazon for $180. I spend $15 a week to have my laundry done so this pays for itself in 3 months for me. THANK YOU JESUS.

[thepushyqueenofsluttown]

OMG

[wasjopara]

@ all my nyc pendejas

[onlyblackgirl]

[pseudocoding]

Oh by the way, they have table top dishwashers that are pretty much the same thing:

[breelandwalker]

This is one of the biggest technological breakthroughs for the everyday homeowner in the current decade: the realization that refrigerators aren’t the only things that can be miniaturized for better affordability and minimal space requirements.

Can you IMAGINE how this is going to change the lives of college students and apartment-dwellers? Or anyone with a lower income who can’t afford a place with “luxury” appliances like dishwashers and laundry machines?

There’s an even cheaper option called the Wonder Wash where you tumble the thing yourself and you’ll have to line-dry the clothes, but it apparently works very well.

[lipstickstainedlove-deactivated]

NEED

[elegantmess-southernbelle]

God forbid I ever need these things again, but it’s nice to know about them.

[runningracingdancingchasing]

Rapunzel was Raised to Not Show Physical Affection

We’ve all seen that Gothel makes Rapunzel come to her for hugs, but today I realized it goes deeper than that. Gothel doesn’t want Rapunzel showing physical affection unless she has been given specific permission. Opening her arms is that unspoken permission.

For example, towards the beginning, when she’s reminding Gothel that it’s her birthday tomorrow, she grabs her arm in exuberance. Gothel is put out and then pries Rapunzel’s hands off her arm, all the while pretending she doesn’t remember (or care) that her birthday - something Rapunzel is extremely excited about - is fast approaching.

She also uses Rapunzel’s need for physical affection, deliberately taunting and “teaching” her with it by pretending to offer it, then taking it away immediately.

The first bazzilionty times I saw this movie, I always assumed Rapunzel was relieved to see Gothel towards the end of Mother Knows Best just because she was scared.

But now I realize it’s not only because she’s scared, but because Gothel is now giving Rapunzel permission to seek the creature comfort of physical contact that she so desperately needs after the gamut of fear she’s run.

Eugene, on the other hand, starts showing physical affection as soon as he starts feeling any affection for Rapunzel at all. He uses it as a comfort. Yet Rapunzel keeps her hands to herself.

It continues when he gives her the little flag, touching the small of her back in an affectionate way. But her hands (and attention) are full at this moment.

In fact, the first time she realizes she’s touching him, and he’s touching her, and there’s affection and enjoyment buzzing between them, she’s the first to pull away.

She’s alarmed at first, then apologetic and sheepish. Sorry I was touching you, Eugene. And he politely takes a step back, tuned in to her discomfort and giving her a little more space.

But that is why the moment on the boat is so important, and why Rapunzel has the reaction she does.

In taking Rapunzel’s hand, out of the blue (as far as she can tell), it’s sending her a clear message that he feels the same about her that she does about him, and that physical affection is both alright and wanted. That he will seek out her attention in a way Gothel never has. And from this moment on, she touches him often, holding hands for the rest of the song, brushing his hair from his face as he lay dying, and never letting go of his head, even after he’d died in her arms. Not to mention kissing him when he lives again, holding hands on the balcony while they wait for her parents and end-of-movie smooching.

[libertarirynn-deactivated202006]

Bruh.

[zoe19blink]

ouch my heart

[mikkeneko]

Mother Gothel was such a great villain because she was so realistic

[aninactivebloggfgfgf]

“Why do you like Tangled more than Frozen?” 

…because… like… so many reasons

[mycaptainswan]

I don’t think I’ll forget the class where the teacher didn’t know how to get out of youtube’s full screen mode. The whole class was saying “just hit escape, or its fine, we can watch it like this...”(she didnt want it full screen???) “so just hit escape then.”  (*looks all over the monitor.) Class: Its on the key board.... (stares at it for like 5 minutes till a student got up and pressed it for her. ... that was a fun semester...

[sarahseeandersen]

[tastefullyoffensive]

by Sarah Andersen

[bigmammallama5]

dont drink and drive on NYE there is no excuse when you have lyft or uber or whatever kind of local transportation is available dont be the reason that you or someone else wont make it home in 2018 K thanks

[jesus-hiii-deactivated20180908]

How bout poor? Poor as an excuse?

[bigmammallama5]

being poor or of low income is not a fucking excuse to go out and be a dumb ass i cant believe i have to clarify this how poor do you think youll be when you hit or kill someone because you were driving drunk just stay home and drink or get a ride from a friend if you want to go out so bad

[evolhasmorepower]

Even if you go out for NYE and you can’t afford an Uber or a Lyft, you can get home safely. Do NOT drink and drive. Do NOT ride with anybody who does. Check out Tipsy Tow offered by AAA. You don’t have to be a AAA member, from 6pm-6am on New Year’s Eve/Day they will take your drunk self and your car home for FREE. Call 1-800-222-4357 if you need a ride!

[one-little-leaf-deactivated2023]

[books-and-cookies]

I spent at least 10 minutes watching this on repeat. I cried so much. It’s the best thing I’ve seen in a long time.

[billieyoarmstrong-deactivated20]

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[moonkitty]

ive had this queued this march

[tibbare-deactivated20190307]

but have y’all seen the sequel

[callmekitto-deactivated20220425]

Happy New year everybody

[imsoshive]

the trilogy

A video posted by Eh Bee Family (@ehbeefamily) on Dec 31, 2016 at 9:06am PST

[wagwias-is-gone-deactivated2014]

Two kinds of people:

People who took the news of feathered dinosaurs like this:

And those who took it like this:

[butch-king-frankenstein]

I hate it when people say “science ruined dinosaurs” as though dinosaurs are just some pop culture monster invention and not real things that existed and that we are continuing to make new discoveries about

[quetzalpali]

Amen

[atomic-darth]

Listen I don’t care if you think feathers on a dinosaur look stupid if a 9 ton apex predator is coming at you at 25 mph, you’re not going to laugh at its feathers. YOU’RE GOING TO HAUL ASS

[bronata]

(Run. Just run.)

[callieharm]

@askthelandbeforetimefandom

[wandaluvstacos]

I never made a post about draft horses. :T They are the gentle giants of the horse world, sometimes growing as large as 20 hands and over 2000 lbs. The tallest horse in the world is an American-type Belgian horse named Big Jake (I think???).

A very big (but good) boy!

Despite their size, draft horses are known for their quiet, even temperaments, which make them good work horses. They were originally bred to pull wagons and plows, and they still do that. The most famous draft horses are probably the Budweiser Clydesdales, i.e. the horses in those Superbowl commercials that make us cry every goddamn year.

Draft horses can be ridden, and they are often crossed with lighter breeds, such as Thoroughbreds and Quarter Horses, to create tall, sturdy-boned, quiet sport horses.

Such horses were a common sight during foxhunts, as “hotter” breeds, like Arabians and Thoroughbreds, tend to lose their minds a bit in the chaos of the hunt. Draft horses can also be crossed with Mammoth Jack donkeys to create draft mules, which are also used to pull plows for the Amish.

Mammoth Jack donkey:

Draft Mule:

There are a lot of draft breeds, some more common than others. Many of the common ones are easy to tell apart from the others, but they’re all large-boned and tall, except for the draft ponies, such as Halflingers and Norwegian Fjord horses.

The Belgian

There are two Belgian horses, one that’s popular in Europe and another that’s very common in the US.

This is the European-type “Brabant” Belgian, which tends to be very thick boned and roan in color.

This is the American-type Belgian, which is lighter-boned and always sorrel/palomino in color:

Here is a Brabant Belgian mare pulling some shit:

A lot of draft horses really do enjoy pulling stuff, as much as a horse CAN enjoy doing anything that’s not eating grass and farting. Horse pulls are a common sight in Middle America, often done using Belgian horses. Here’s one of a team pulling 9200 lbs. They pull for a very short period of time, often only a few seconds.

Next up is the Percheron, which has a similar body type to the Belgians but are always black or dapple. They can be slightly more spirited than Belgian horses, with some demonstrating high stepping action.

They are not to be confused with Friesians, who have much more “feathered” legs and feet (long hair around the lower legs) and are lighter-boned. Friesians also don’t come in dapple colors, like the horse at the top of this post.

Clydesdales

Clydesdales are recognizable because they are a) always bay colored and b) almost always have four white socks and a blaze on their faces. They also have much more feathering on their legs than Percherons or Belgians. Clydesdales are more common in parades and the like because they tend to be slightly lighter than Percheron and Belgians, and because of this, they’re more agile and “showy”. You probably would not want to plow with a Clydesdale. You could, but their feathering means their feet get dirty much easier than a Belgians might.

Shire Horse

Shires come in a variety of colors, usually black or bay, and they are probably the most “feathered” horses of the popular breeds. They’ve got lots of fur on their feet.

Gypsy Vanner Horses

Gypsy Vanner horses got their start pulling Roma wagons, but now they’re mostly used in fantasy photoshoots, and you can see why. They are beautiful horses, definitely not the type you’d want toiling in the muck. They are almost always paint colored, which distinguishes them from Shire horses.

These are the main, most popular and commonly seen full-sized draft breeds, at least in the US. However, there are also draft ponies, the most popular of which is the Halflinger, which resembles a shrunken Belgian horse. They are ALWAYS sorrel/palomino colored, but their frame can vary. Some Halflingers are lighter-boned and more suitable for riding. Others are thicker-boned and better for pulling.

The other unmistakable draft pony is the Norwegian Fjord, easily recognized by the black stripe in the center of its mane, like a reverse ice cream sandwich.

This can lead to some creative hair cuts

So there you go. That’s a somewhat comprehensive review of draft horse breeds. Here is a size comparison for funsies, with the average riding horse in the middle.

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