fableprincess:

rahayn:

k so story time:

i went to the local shakespeare festival (and by local, i mean on the other end of the state) and during the day i convinced my mother to go hiking with me because we were in the center of like four national parks

so we end up hiking this trail that sort of jack-knifes down the mountain and I end up climbing partway up a tree on the edge of the trail to see further out, so my smartass mother asks “legolas, what do your elf eyes see?”

and i, in my smarmy glory, go “they’re taking the hobbits to isengard!”

which is funny enough as is, but then the entire mountainside of hikers hidden in the trees goes “THEY’RE TAKING THE HOBBITS TO ISENGARD-GARD-GARD-GARD-GARD! THE HOBBITS, THE HOBBITS, THE HOBBITS, THE HOBBITS TO ISENGARD, TO ISENGARD!”

and that’s how an entire hiking trail of people who never actually saw one another convinced my mother i’m some sort of meme-summoning mountain troll

Oh Christ this made my day! XD

animatedamerican:

library-graffiti:

kippurbird:

nyehridan-artpora:

lalulutres:

worried that squirrels were eating all the birdseed, so we set up a camera

i do not think that is a squirrel

Where’s the lyk the bred poem for this? 

Paging @animatedamerican!

oh look i have a reputation for this now apparently

my name is Bear,
and wen the bred
is out of reche
high overhede,
i must be wyse
to sate my greed –
i clyme the rope.

i lik the seed.