The Unheard Music

why are bats stigmatized as being creepy?

ventusrex:

bodypartss:

elfpen:

I mean

look at these things

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they’re like tiny

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fluffy

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dragons

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but instead of breathing fire they squeak and cuddle 

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in caves

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and leaves

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and they have funny ears and noses

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I mean really

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bats are amazing

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This post is so important to me

sky puppies

(via roanypony)

Three Irish students win global science competition

thecomicsvault:

"TELL TALE COMIC STRIP BALLOONS"
Art by Bob Clark
Words by Don Edwing 
MAD Magazine #160 (July 1973)

(via thebristolboard)

It had begun.

A man leaves his full cup on the balustrade while he goes and fills in holes his hounds have been digging. He walks back up the steps after doing his duty, leans against the railing and prepares to take a sip of his hot, tasty life-nourishing beverage, when he notices something floating just beneath the surface. Peering closer, he notes said object is in the process of coming apart, in much the same way he felt his soul doing, after many, many battles.

He nods. Yes, it is indeed a bird dropping. A rather large and ungainly bird dropping, likely from a rather large and ungainly bird.

He pauses, wipes his brow of the moisture that the light misty rain that surrounds him, looks up at the nearby trees where the culprit was most assuredly watching, waiting to get back to the bird feeder full of delicious seed, which the man, ironically, often replaces in an admittedly futile peace gesture.

The man looks out to the trees with a strange, blank-faced expression, and says:

" Well played, Ser, well played. But the day is mine, for my Lady had the foresight to brew more than one cup. "

He carefully pours the liquid off the edge of the castle wall. Looks outward once more, and, almost an afterthought, reverently says,

" Valar Morghulis. "

He turns, chin up, and without a backward glance, strides back into his holdfast, girding himself for whatever other trials and travails he knows must face.

It had begun.

There are at least two Mated Pairs of Barred Owls within a half-mile of my location, and they are DECLARING THEIR TERRITORY half the night…. Oy. :)   —-M 

vargesz:

You take care of me, Simon. You’ve always taken care of me. My turn.

Reminds me a lot of my daughter. She kicks ass too.

                     —-M