dukeofbookingham:

thealmightylandlady:

drinkingisgoodforyou:

emiliascorner:

lordpudi:

cloverture:

cloverture:

there’s a website where you put in two musicians/artists and it makes a playlist that slowly transitions from one musician’s style of music to the other’s

it’s really fun

lady gaga -> napalm death takes a weird detour through epic rap battles of history

This is actually really useful for finding music that’s in between genres that I wouldn’t know to look for.

This has nothing to do with books but it’s COOL

dovewithscales:

monstersandmaw:

harpsicalbiobug:

cayliana:

gehayi:

morathor:

dickless-mic:

crockpotcauldron:

Boring old werewolf instincts:

Sexual jealousy

Constant aggression

Rigid hierarchy

Must win sports

Homophobia And Sexism Is Normal™

Eat people

Cool new werewolf instincts:

There is no five second rule

Corvids are friends

Hang out as a pack

Karaoke

Gotta pee

Also consider:

Separation anxiety

Unconditional love and loyalty

Being able to sleep in almost any situation or position

Irresistible urge to chase squirrels and rabbits

Hating the vacuum cleaner

Wanting to do everything with friends

Loudly and repeatedly announcing to housemates that someone is at the door

Long, shouted conversations to other werewolves across the neighborhood (bonus points at 2am)

Taking advantage of any and all free food

Werewolf-vampire solidarity

Fighting any animal that trespasses into the backyard

Boundless energy

Too much energy

Eating out of the trash if it smells tasty

Being bad at sports because you don’t want to let anyone else take the ball from you. Then destroying the ball in front of everyone because you want to make a point

Trying to fight things 10x your size like a fucking idiot

Being unable to hold a grudge for more than a few hours

Trying to make people feel bad for you over mundane things that aren’t actually that bad. And somehow succeeding.

Snoring

Needing to try a bit of your friends’ food, even if you’ve tried it 5645674 times before and have never once liked it

Getting way too friendly with random strangers

Being in a love-hate relationship with water

Digging. For no reason.

Thinking you’re a badass despite being a hyperactive ball of emotions and hedonism

Loud sobbing while pressing yourself up against the sliding glass door at your friends who locked you out because they were tired of your bullshit and wanted some goddamn peace and quiet

Okay this one is a gem:


Loudly and repeatedly announcing to housemates that someone is at the door

No alpha/beta/omega werewolves because science figured out LONG ago that that concept is, for wolves, incorrect.

@margoteve @followmetoyourdoom

So most of these are very dog oriented, which makes sense to me, since dogs are just wolves that have co-evolved with us for thousands and thousands of years BUT I wanted to add a few that are wild wolf based:

  • Multigenerational households!
  • Kids get really excited when someone comes home with groceries
  • “I can HELP put away the food!” “Oh, and have you whisk away the ice cream like last week? I’m fine, dear.”
  • Love to travel and follow food trends
  • Mostly very social and must have roommates/family/significant other/kids/friends around
  • However, not uncommon to travel alone for periods of time, especially after leaving home
  • Big friendly communal meals with lots of ritual around who gets served in what order
  • “Let grandma take her pick of the turkey first. It’s respectful, and she won’t take kindly to you cutting the line.”
  • Full pantries, stocking up on basics, the kind of people who always have extra oatmeal, or batteries, or a jump cable
  • Can hold conversations using body language and eye contact without saying a word
  • Cuddlers, especially with the social group
  • Yelling to get everyone to gather, and phone chains for anyone who lives further away
  • Lots of singing, the pack has a bunch of favorite songs that everyone knows by heart, and some may be song writers
  • “Can you smell this? Does this smell weird? Does this smell good?”
  • Lots of candles and incense with unusual scents
  • Passing houses and farms and land down through generations
  • Love home renovation
  • Communal child care and sometimes communal nursing
  • Kids are all really into wrestling and being outside
  • When someone is ready to leave the household, the younger they leave the further they tend to travel. Someone who leaves at 18 might go to another country, but someone who leaves at 26 might just move a town away.
  • Whether someone moves far or close to home, it’s not unusual to move back in at home a few times before settling down
  • “You know the futon is always open for you. Your cousins are in your old bedroom, but you’re always welcome!”
  • Kinda grumpy about neighbors pushing property boundaries
  • “Why do they have to let the damn mulberry tree hang over OUR driveway?”
  • Good endurance runners
  • Late walks at night, naps in the middle of the day
  • Really playful, especially with kids
  • Lots of rough housing and board game nights!

I’ve been looking for the one with the wolf-aspects added for a while and I found it again! Reblogging for A+ extra wolfy content!

This sounds like some people I know. I’ve been hanging out with wolves as long as some of y’all’ve been alive.

dinovia-countryman:

manic-kin:

aimmyarrowshigh:

loveyoutothem00n:

standard-fiend:

anxietee-n:

diamondelight92:

cractasticdispatches:

meelothemanly:

eyeslikeacat:

roonilwazlip:

letthemountainsmoveyou:

liamdunburs:

kids have no concept of anything. i walked into my kindergarten class and one kid asked me what my name was. when i said miss jones, he said “i like that name. did you know i’m in love with you”

i asked my four year old cousin how old he thought i was going to be at my next birthday and he said 8. im 23

once i told a 6 year old that i had finished school and was doing “more school” [university] and she asked “why haven’t you found anyone to marry then”

We were at a museum and I was asking for the student discount and my nine year old cousin looks up at me with his eyes wide and says “wait you’re a STUDENT??”

I used to babysit these three kids and the eldest who was around 11 at the time was talking about how adults are boring and when I told him I was an adult he said, “That’s not true, you’re my age”

our aunt teaches and she has this story about a little girl who really was always pretty quiet in class and then on the final day of kindergarten she just up and stated ‘i’m all teached now. i don’t need to be teached anymore. i’m done of being teached.’

once when i was 19, I told my little cousin that i was 19 and she looked up at me with huge eyes and went, “Does that mean you don’t have to bring an adult with you to the pool?”

My 6 year old cousin saw me driving for the first time, looked up at him mom and said “does that mean she is married now?”

I watched my dad and my niece (3 at the time) arguing over a pair of pants and whether or not they were also a dress. My neice’s argument was that they were, in fact, also a dress because they were blue.

I asked the kids in my daycare class what they thought I should be for Halloween and this little boy goes, “ooh I know! A pickle! You’d be such a good pickle”

On the first day of class with my favorite student of all time, I said, “Are you okay? You look like you have a question.” And she looked me right in the eyes and said, tremulously,

“Can a piranha eat a stapler?”

One time I was working with a kid and he looked up at me and asked “Do you have a boy?” I had no idea what he was talking about, but I told him that I did not have any boys. He looked shocked and then deeply concerned and said “Well, you better hurry up and shave your arms so you can get married; August is next month!”

I was sitting on the floor with my 3yo niece and we were playing with her younger brother’s alphabet blocks and the O had an octopus on it.  So I picked it up and asked her what it was.

“Octopus,” she said, all curls and smiles.

“And what kind of animal is an octopus?” I asked.  I was looking for “fish” or “sea creature” but I would have accepted almost anything–”weird,” “gross,” even “slimy.”  “Underwater” or “it lives in the ocean” would have also been acceptable. 

She looks me right in the eye and says, happy as a clam, “It’s a cephalopod.”

I haven’t been the same since.