Themba, the baby elephant, lost his mother after she fell down a cliff. The team at the Shamwari Rehabilitation Centre rescued him and for two years they dedicated their lives to getting this very special orphan back to the wild.Themba soon befriended a very patient sheep named Albert, and together they formed a bond as strong as any human friendship. Albert never left Themba’s side and would follow Themba and his carers on long walks; share in Themba’s favourite snack of acacia pods; and when Themba took a dust bath, so did Albert. If any of the other animals at the Rehabilitation Centre tried to join in their fun and games, super protective Albert would make it quite clear that they were most unwelcome. The unlikely pair also made friends with a baby giraffe, and enemies with a baby hippo.
Matt Smith’s crying somewhere.
"too old for pokemon" is not a thing
I’m not a sucker for love stories.
When I say I ship something, I don’t care about the happily ever after. I don’t care about romantic comedies or princess movies with a seamless love arc and a fairytale ending. That isn’t what I’m in it for.
I’m not a sucker for…
In France, they don’t say ‘I Love You’. They say instead “cet homme a volé un peu de pain et je vais le chasser pour le reste de sa vie avant de sortir avec lui, je veux dire le mettre en prison”
you changed so much in too little time. I don’t even recognize you anymore… I’m afraid…how i should treat you? seems i can’t accept it. I don’t love you anymore… yet… I can’t live without you…
In his series, Behind a Little House, Manuel Cosentino transforms a tiny little house on a simple hill into a series of dramatically majestic landscapes. For two years, the Italian photographer documented the same location, capturing the house set against the changing light and weather throughout the years.
i dont care about how annoying y’all fuckers think children are if i ever hear about you being needlessly mean or actually hurting a kid ill find you
If pokemon were real, I would literally never go outside.
Would you feel safe knowing that, out there somewhere, are hundreds and hundreds of mr. mimes just waiting.
been sick n playin pokemon, here are 3 pokemen
if ur sad do not fear friend i am sending puppies to help u
Title: Please Stop Describing Me (Waltz of "Just What Are Your Priorities, Victor Hugo?")
Please Stop Describing Me (Waltz of “Just What Are Your Priorities, Victor Hugo?”)
Premise inspired by this extremely entertaining fic by Sath, which was in turn inspired by a prompt from Carmarthen. The album art is borrowed, with permission, from Pilfering Apples. Ain’t the internet grand?
The track is downloadable HERE.
I can understand the impulse towards rhetoric;
wielded right, every word is a sword
But reading the way you recorded our struggle,
it’s begging some questions that can’t be ignored
You’re sure to mention the dimensions of my forehead
and my lashes you’ll waste paper on
Then you don’t even bother to give us first names
For all that you know, we all were called Jean
I laughed, I sobbed a little - this is so amazing and is the song the whole fandom needs.
seriously though do you know how hot enjolras is
jesus christ, this is so amazing I don’t even have words. what a wonderful song. what a wonderful fandom.
seriously, I am constantly amazed by the things this fandom comes up with. very song. much wit. wow.