ravenclawslibrary:

This is officially my favorite post on tumblr. Everyone else can go home now.

famishings:

eridanduckpora:

somethingfeathery:

lemon-v:

this is a baby crow. this is fucking cute. this is fucking adorable. the end.

guys

there is a baby crow on your dash

now stop the porn

Baby of death

one day itll be part of a murder

geekingermany:

I cannot get enough of this comic sometimes

ollivandur:

sallybowls:

spookydragonswords:

pizzaforpresident:

the deadliest sport known to man:

WHAT ARE THESE THINGS EVEN CALLED

scooters

death on wheels

the-absolute-funniest-posts:

castiels-feathery-butt:

#supernatural #a summary

polyshipping:

prestonhymas:

carol-fucking-danvers:

If you say the “A” in LGBTQIA+ is for “Ally” I will personally paint the word “Asexual” on a baseball bat and beat you with it. 

What the hell is LGBTQIA+?

What the fuck is this acronym?

What has this become?

I vote for a name that doesn’t require an entire breath to get through.

Let’s just pick one letter. Y. The Y community. As in, Y don’t we have our fucking rights yet.

GSM
gender and sexual minorities

thank you and goodnight

the-absolute-funniest-posts:

sweet-bitsy:

I’M SOBBING

spoookyscary:

After succumbing to a fever of some sort in 1705, Irish woman Margorie McCall was hastily buried to prevent the spread of whatever had done her in. Margorie was buried with a valuable ring, which her husband had been unable to remove due to swelling. This made her an even better target for body snatchers, who could cash in on both the corpse and the ring.

The evening after Margorie was buried, before the soil had even settled, the grave-robbers showed up and started digging. Unable to pry the ring off the finger, they decided to cut the finger off. As soon as blood was drawn, Margorie awoke from her coma, sat straight up and screamed.

The fate of the grave-robbers remains unknown. One story says the men dropped dead on the spot, while another claims they fled and never returned to their chosen profession.

Margorie climbed out of the hole and made her way back to her home.

Her husband John, a doctor, was at home with the children when he heard a knock at the door. He told the children, “If your mother were still alive, I’d swear that was her knock.”

When he opened the door to find his wife standing there, dressed in her burial clothes, blood dripping from her finger but very much alive, he dropped dead to the floor. He was buried in the plot Margorie had vacated.

Margorie went on to re-marry and have several children. When she did finally die, she was returned to Shankill Cemetery in Lurgan, Ireland, where her gravestone still stands. It bears the inscription “Lived Once, Buried Twice.”