ok but what if like. werewolves transform under the full moon but theres just this one and by day hes a big tough guy and then when he transforms hes a tiny dog. just fucking. just fucking turns into the tiniest, fluffiest dog
imagine that howling at the moon
Truly a ferocious predator.
And lastly: (He’s the pack leader obviously)
the big wolves are his younger sisters
oh my fucking god it got better
I really want a science fiction story where aliens come to invade earth and effortlessly wipe out humanity, only to be fought off by the wildlife.
They were expecting military resistance. They weren’t counting on bears.
Imagine coming to a hostile alien world and being attacked by a horde of creatures that can weigh up to 3 tons, run at 30 km/h (19 mph), and bite with a force of 8,100 newtons (1,800 lbf).
By the time you realise that they can traverse water, it’s too late. The surviving members of your unit manage to make it back by shedding their excess gear and running for their lives; the slower ones were crushed to death within minutes.
You later describe the creature to one of the humans you captured, wanting to know the name of the monstrosity that will haunt your nightmares for cycles to come.
The human smiles as it speaks a single word, slowly and distinctly, in its barbaric tongue.
And we give stuffed plushies of them to our infants.
The human could take the game ‘Hungry Hungry Hippo’, and make it sound like some horrific game tournament that the humans participate in once a year. And that’s before they bring up ‘running of the bulls’.
My housemate and her boyfriend are amazing.
Since they missed my birthday they decided on surprising me and baking me a fucking delicious cake
Chocolate cake, with raspberry and white chocolate cream in the centre and topped with dark chocolate and more raspberries…
They also screwed up their first attempt at making it and let me have that one too, which has now been soaked in rum and covered in dark chocolate.
I am so damn lucky.