MORE REASONS WHY NORWEGIAN FOREST CATS ARE THE BEST:
Norwegian forest cats are the best.
They look like little snow lions.
The colloquial term for them is “skogkatten”.
They’re also called “fairy cats” in Norway, because they’re so pretty.
They run down trees headfirst.
They’re fricking gigantic and they purr really loud.
They literally walk over snow like motherloving Legolas.
In Norse mythology, skogkatts pull the goddess Freya’s carriage.
Who doesn’t want a carriage pulled by cats?
Viking cats. End of story.
Oh what a terrible thing it appears that I haven’t reblogged these glorious beasts this year yet
reminder that since ursula is a straight-up shapeshifter, it follows that, if her accustomed form is pear-shaped and visibly aged, it’s because that’s how she likes it
Ursula’s design is based on Divine. In a story about voices, she’s quite literally an echo of one that once yelled “I’m so fucking beautiful I can’t stand it myself”. Ursula is exactly who she wants to be.
Hot Sauce Life +:)
Ever since her body started changing,
everyone looks at her like a meal to be devoured.
She is not allowed to play football anymore.
Her clothes fit differently now. Her body demands to be seen.
Her hips are an ever expanding universe. Her chest
a mountain range men wanted to claim as their own.
Two weeks ago she looked down and saw blood
slowly booming and ruining her white skirt.
And her heart, her heart
wild like untamed horses stampeding
through her veins.
Chloe hated this new body.
How it changed without her permission,
bled, softened, rid her
of her own innocence.
And just when it couldn’t get any worse…
The Zombie Apocolypse happened.
Suddenly there was chaos! Riots in the street!
People were looting. Evacuations were ordered in every major city.
The President ate the first lady’s face on national television!
And ever since that dude attacked her
in a Blockbuster video, Chloe doesn’t feel shit.
Her body doesn’t change for anyone.
Sure, she may lose an eye, or an arm,
but it’s all in her relentless quest for brains.
Now, instead of chasing down Jason Prestin
To accidentally “Bump into him” on the way to his locker,
Chloe eats brains.
Instead of shrinking her body away from the grown men
Who look at her like a cherry they can’t wait to eat up
Chloe eats brains.
Her body is green and ambered over and her heart
Is resting in the stomach of whoever tore it from her chest
Between the science fiction aisle and the comedy aisle.
Now, Chloe is not afraid, Chloe is in control.
You do not devour Chloe. Chloe devours you. Chloe the Zombie, Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)