Take m e back
to the s t a r t .
I’m terrified of the ocean but I love what inhabits it
I don’t know what this thing is but it can probably kill you in at least six horrible ways.
It’s a Spanish Dancer!! :D It’s a type of sea slug that eats poisonous animals for breakfast and then absorbs their toxic power for itself. Their badass menu includes sea sponges and Portugese Man-O-Wars.
Sebastian: Aww yeah, delicious depraved soul. This dinner is going to rock my world. It's going to be a cinch. Butlering's a cinch. Revenge? Easy as pie. Best deal I ever made.
Sebastian: *knows Ciel for 1 week*
Sebastian: I fucked up, I fucked up so hard. No soul is worth this aggravation.
wow first of all how do you even touch a bird
ive watched this video an unimaginable amount of times
Every time I watch this video, I am awed by the strange unshakable calm that the bird seems to portray, even turning it’s head slightly as to idly survey the perpetrator pressing their finger against their slight, frail, body.
Perhaps this bird understands truly what it means… to do it for the vine.
It tilts it’s head like “okay whatever I’ll go with it”
i just spent like half an hour going through my videos to find this
Some of you are reblogging because you think its funny that programmers would talk to ducks. I’m reblogging because I think its funny picturing a programmer explaining their code, realizing what they did when they explain the bad code, then grabbing the strangling the duck while yelling “WHY WAS THE FIX THAT SIMPLE!? AM I GOING BLIND!”
AS A PROGRAMMER I CAN TELL YOU THAT THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT YOU FUCKING DO WE HAD TO BAN THE DUCKS FROM MY CLASSES BECAUSE EVERYONE WOULD FLIP THE DUCK OR THROW IT AT A WALL OR SOMETHING WHEN THEY FIGURED OUT THE PROBLEM IN THEIR CODE
so that’s the function of a rubber duck
if you dont have me on facebook you are probably not missing out on any posts but the comment section is important too lmao
I went to the Renaissance faire dressed as a warrior. I had a real sword with me, too. I was standing (in character) next to a sword-fighting ring, where kids of all ages got the chance to pick up a sword and challenge the champion. Some woman walks by, with her little girl. The girl starts walking towards the ring, saying she wants to fight. But the mom pulled her away hella sharply, and was like, “That’s for boys.” You don’t want to be a BOY, do you?” And the girl looked around and saw me. I think she thought I was a boy; I had my hair in a ponytail, and was wearing a hood. So she comes up to me and asks me, “Do you think girls can be fighters, too?” And her mom looks like she’s silently gloating. Like she thinks I’m going to say no. So I take off my hood, untie my hair so that it flows freely, and kneel before her. And I’m like, “Milady, anyone can be a fighter.” I swear, the look on that mother’s face made my day.