Giraffe-taur drops a quarter: the crappy comic.
People were always in awe of him. Oh, you’re so tall! and how lucky that you got to be part giraffe! were things he heard on a nearly daily basis, especially from the people who had gotten ponies or sheep for their animal halves.
Of course, those people were never around when he brained himself on a doorway (or rather, on every doorway, even the special ‘hybrid friendly’ ones).They never saw him struggling to arrange himself at a movie theatre without someone behind him crying foul. And they certainly weren’t around now, to give him a helping hand as his tiny silver salvation rolled under the vending machine.
"Okay," he muttered, fanning out his forelegs like he’s done a thousand times. "I can do this… c’mon, quarter, hit a wad of gum and be right at the front…" His fingers fumbled under the first two inches of the metal behemoth. Crumbs and dirt, but no quarter. He couldn’t get low enough.
He glared at his animal half, taking a few seconds to pull his forelegs back upright before dropping to his front knees. He twisted himself, and he could see the quarter… all the way at the back. He would need a drafthorse team to lift the machine before he could get to it. “You’re kidding me…”
He sat there for a while, staring mournfully at the last twenty-five cents he needed, a dollar already inside the machine. He didn’t even have the will to get up and push the money return button. Instead, he folded his hind legs and laid down fully on his side, one hand resting against the machine’s plastic leg, so much tinier than his own.
He could reach the stuff on the highest shelves in Walmart and get a frisbee off a roof without needing a ladder. He could cross the street in four measly steps.
But heaven help him if he got clumsy when he desperately wanted a Snickers.
holy crap a wild drabble appeared
what if we’re all characters in a book
WHAT IF WHEN YOU FORGET WHAT YOU WERE GOING TO SAY IT’S THE AUTHOR BACKSPACING
guys why isn’t everyone reblogging this it’s a scientific breakthrough
and when you’ve had a sense that you’ve been through a certain day or moment before, it’s cuz the author is re-writing the same part of the story, just with better context
Dude, my author fucking sucks.
Tumblrs biggest fandoms….In CAKE form!
And lets not forget…our lovely youtubers!
How can we talk about cakes
IS THAT SUPERNATURAL AND MY LITTLE PONY
MY TIME IS HERE
We need a fresh kill pie
"He’s a little fighter. He kind of, he wriggles around quite a lot.” - Prince William
nothing is more satisfying than someone walking right past ur hiding spot in hide and seek
Fat bat. Ballpoint doodles.
- Homework: A
- Classwork: A
- Project: A
- Test: F
- Final grade: F
if u ask me to go to the park and just swing on swings with u there is 98% chance i will say yes and swing for 5 hours do not test me
reblog this post if you’re a fan of the erin hunter series warriors!! i want to try and start this fandom up again and it would be nice to get a collective post of everyone in it c:
Tonight, Graystripe sits a different kind of vigil. Not the kind newly-fledged warriors sit, promising to dedicate their lives to the clan and the code, but a vigil mourning the breaking of those promises. And maybe in celebration too.