What comes around goes around
I did a report on the history of witches as my final project for my religious studies, and I learned some very interesting things.
If you go back before the big Christian witch hunts you’ll see a lot of reports of people getting burned for accusing others of being witches. The explanation was because the church believed that only through God could you perform “magic” so even if someone tried to cast spells and what not it would be ineffective. Therefore the belief that others could perform magic was seen as just as pagan as people attempting it.
So if you accused someone of being a witch there was no grantee the “witch” would get killed, but you sure as hell would just for thinking witches existed.
As we all know the church eventually gave in to the people’s demand for “justice” and the big witch hunts started.
What I really like about Pascal is that he COULD leave the tower with out her…. but no. He stays and wears dresses, allows her to pull his tail to make his mouth move, stretch with her, bake with her, paint with her, helps her with cleaning, and so much more.
boys meowing soulfully
it took me 3 seconds to reblog this
[GASPS] The tank is clean. THE TANK IS CLEAN.
Morning. It’s morning, everyone! Today’s the day! The sun is shining, the tank is clean, and we are gonna get out of…
jesus fucking christ
Favorite Moments of Lupita Nyong’o during Awards Season
My faith in pizza guys has gone up 123%
NO LET ME TELL YOU A STORY
So a few weeks ago I was in a hotel in Savannah with my grampa in the hospital next door, Mom was over staying with him, and the battery in the smoke detector went out so every 5 minutes it would let off this loud, high pitched ‘CHIRP’.
It was annoying as fuck, so I called the front desk to see if they had a battery for it, and they said the only thing they could do was change rooms. We’d already settled in for the night, and needed the next door rooms for my uncles the next day, so I said I’d deal. My uncles had my car in the next town over, so I couldn’t drive and get one myself.
An hour later, I’m ordering pizza and have gone insane because the damn thing CHIRPS. SO. MUCH.
So I begged the pizza guy on the phone to stop and get me a battery, told him I’d pay for the battery, and give him an extra tip for it, and he was chill with it. This adorable fucker gets to my room with the battery, opens it, asks to see the smoke detector, CLIMBS ON THE BED, CHANGES THE BATTERY FOR ME, and tests it.
My pizza was only 20 dollars, but I gave him 40 and told him to keep the change.