carrocks2014:

Rejoice Carylers! Slim if any chance for Barfyl!!!

B*thyl isn’t really a threat to me but this makes me happy nonetheless ;)

nvcole:

the-writer-with-the-magic-quill:

hollyhotdog:

Prong collars are designed to punish dogs for pulling by inflicting pain and discomfort. They can cause serious physical and emotional damage to dogs and should never be used.

The metal spikes of prong collars pinch the skin around dogs’ necks when they pull and can scratch or puncture them. Over time, this can cause dogs to develop scar tissue (which has no feeling) and/or build up a tolerance to the painful pinching sensation and thus continue to pull, making walks even more difficult. Dogs may interpret the tightening of a choke or prong collar around their neck as a stranglehold (which it is, after all!) and become fearful or even aggressive.

Sign the petition to get them banned, 100.000 signatures guarantees a debate in parliament.

http://epetitions.direct.gov.uk/petitions/58850

Guys, there’s only 5,000 signatures on this and I checked the facts and yes, these are still legal in the UK! :(

OMG LEGAL WHAT THE FUCK.
It’s like some people think animals are just these beings that don’t feel. Just a part of use for our recreation. It’s fucked up.

(via evilregalswanqueen)

imorca:

massacrechips:

I think I laughed so hard I woke my neighbours up


Are we sure he didn’t just find his squirrel-brother returned as a zombie after having his little squirrel-paw being chewed off in a fight with the squirrel-governor who then shot said squirrel-brother through the squirrel-chest? ‘Cause this squirrel looks like he’s probably an ugly crier, too.

#real squirrels of the WD

shewhoneverforgets:

the walking dead + carol protecting the group

(via sanjamac)

(Source: dixoncravings)

upsgirl88:

I wonder how long this thing is going to go on…. Here we go with Vibrator Headcanon Part 3:

"Scissors," Carol repeated as he left. "I’m such an idiot," she muttered. "Now where the hell is my knife?" She started to frantically search around for it, but it wasn’t where it should be. Carol was muttering cuss words in frustration by the time Daryl returned.

"Looking for this?" He asked, holding up her knife.

"Yes," she reached for it.

"Uh uh uh," Daryl pulled it out of reach and handed her scissors instead. "Not going to risk ruining the moment with an injury."

Carol took the scissors and cut open the package, silently praying that the batteries still had a charge. She flipped it on and started to giggle with delight as it buzzed in her hand.

She looked at Daryl who was already thoroughly blushing. “You have no idea the magic I hold in my hands,” she teased.

He fought off the blush and took it from her hands. “Maybe not,” he said inspecting the pink cylinder. “But you have no idea the magic inside my mouth,” Daryl added, licking his lips.

Carol suddenly wasn’t sure whether the vibrator or his tongue was going to be her first choice.