It’s not called cheating its called I need to pass this fuckin class
Fun fact: Cheetahs only attack pray that runs
jesus that is good to know.
Yup, that’s the point you just stay still and let it do whatever the fuck it wants that doesn’t involved you getting eaten.
REALLY FUN FACT for big cats cheetahs are fucking docile as shit
my grandfather ran a cheetah sanctuary in south africa and he’d just lie with them and sleep among them and they’d rub against him and chirp at him they’re big fucking babies
Another Fun Fact: Cheetah’s are incredibly nervous animals. One of the (many) reason’s they’re going extinct is that cheetah’s are so sensitive and nervous, some of them are literally too nervous to breed. Other’s will breed, but stress themselves out so much, they’ll loose their cubs.
So zoo’s with breeding program’s had to figure out how to make Cheetah’s comfortable enough to first of all, get laid and secondly - not spazz themselves into miscarrying.
So what’d they do?
They gave the cheetah’s their very own Service Dogs!
The dogs make them feel safe, protected and secure!
Thats fucking adorable as hell
ok my first contribution to the OFF fanbase is this yeehaw
sorry if this was already done
Can we have a Day of Loud Queers instead of a Day of Silence?
Cause I don’t see how being even more quiet works when you’re trying to represent QT folks being silenced.
DAY OF LOUD QUEERS
CAN WE PLEASE MAKE THIS HAPPEN????
i made an about me graph
I believe you mean you made a graph about Dean Winchesterdon’t ever put fandom references on my non fandom posts ever again
I came across this poem last night and I thought it was kinda cool and spooky:
Not The Wind
Your body filled with a dreadful chill,
Stared at your desk, and the white old quill.
Windy night, the quill moved slight,
You turned the switch, seeking light.
No light came, the bulb was dead,
You thought of going back to bed.
Suddenly noticed, quill moved slight,
You approached, with all your might.
Not the wind, window was closed,
Heart raced, a message exposed.
You read in horror, ink was red,
“Not the wind, go back to bed!”
i like millipedemen hmm hmm hmm