Misato, who has been previously hired by her High School to rid their auditorium of pigeons, asserts that her falcon, Momotaro, will get the job done.
“The falcon is a divine punishment against crows. When their eyes meet the glare of the falcon, they will definitely not return” she says without a single doubt in her mind.
Japan’s Schoolgirl Falconer Is Incredibly Badass [Japanator]
that quote omfg lmao
Harry Potter Concept Art: Death Eaters by Rob Bliss
sweet mother of god
My next Faceless in AW.
stop drawing. you just got out of the hospital. you’re supposed to be sleeping. take your pills.
FUCK THAT I GOT DICKS TO DRAW :UUUU
Looking for a new french toile pattern blanket for your couch? Something that is nice flowery and with mildly offensive genitalia to your mother once she stares at it too long? This subtle floral penis pattern is for you…. and me.
Vagingo pattern to come.
BLANKET | TOTE (small pattern) / (large pattern) because i couldn’t decide which was better.
Forest People, 12th Century Post Imperium: Once the Trader has collected the various poison plants and roots needed for weapons and medicine, it is the Poison Brewer’s task to extract the poisons and to make them into a form suited to their various purposes. For arrows, a fast-acting venom is needed, in a form which will stick firmly to the arrowhead, and will not easily be spread about to cause undue accidents. Poisons used in medicine are usually in liquid form, to avoid any confusion between the two, and the greatest care is taken in the use of all venoms. In each community, the Brewer usually keeps the stocks of venom himself, allocating them to various people according to need. In this way a check is kept on the use of poison, and stocks are kept away from children. The Forest People are largely tree-dwellers, living in houses on huge woven platforms, high in the rainforest trees. The Poison Brewer always lives on the highest platform of all, both for safety, and so that the terrible fumes of his craft will not offend or damage the other dwellers. (via Poison Brewer — Inga Hunter)