Fun Vampire Fact; the reason that Vampires traditionally cannot see their reflections in a mirror is because mirrors used to be backed with a reflective layer of silver — which, as the metal of purity, would not ‘interact’ with Vampires, who are the Devil’s work.
However, modern mirrors have used aluminum as their reflective backing for many years now — and aluminum is not a ‘picky’ metal at all. So Vampires are able to see their reflections in modern mirrors.
All I can think about is a vampire used to not seeing their reflection in mirrors for centuries, and one day they are just walking along and unknowingly pass a mirror backed with aluminum and THEY NEARLY SHIT THEMSELVES.
like seriously their brain-to-body size ratio is equal to that of a chimpanzee
They vocalize anger, sadness, or happiness in response to things
they are scary smart at solving puzzles
some crows stay with their mates until one of them dies
they can remember faces
SIDENOTE HERE BECAUSE HOLY SHIT. They did an experiment where these guys wore masks and some of them fucked with crows. Pretty soon the crows recognized the masks = douchebag. But the nice guys with masks they left alone. THEN, OH WE’RE NOT DONE, NO SIR crows that WEREN’T EVEN IN THE EXPERIMENT AND NEVER SAW THE MASK BEFORE knew about mask-dudes and attacked them on sight. THEY PASSED ON THE FUCKING INFORMATION TO THEIR CROW BUDDIES.
They remember places where crows were killed by farmers and change their migration patterns.
A colleague of my dad’s lives next to a lake, and looked out the window one morning to see a duck trapped in the ice. A crow swooped down. “Oh hell,” she thought, expecting carnage, because crows are opportunists. But the crow chipped at the ice with its beak until the duck was free.
Idk of this counts but a few crows saved me from a magpie swooping attack once ,they’re bros who can tell when magpies are being unreasonable and need to chill
I love crows so damn much. When I was fifteen, I hit a pretty serious bout of depression, to the point I was in my room for months. Well, a family of crows made a nest in a tree outside my window. There were two parents and two chicks. One chick was healthy and strong. One was weak, and had a caw like something being strained. It sounded more like a rooster crowing and so my parents jokingly named him ‘Buck’.Well… months passed and Buck’s sibling was taught to fly. His parents focused on the sibling because the sibling was strong. The father stayed behind to try and teach Buck, but I saw him try to fly, fail, and crash to the floor. His father helped him back up into the tree.
Every day, I would watch Buck from my window until one day I opened it and started talking to him. He was small and gangly and he couldn’t caw right. His feathers were all over the place and I felt a kinship. So I made a deal with him. I told him that if he could do it, if he could fly, then I could find the strength to get up. Well… near the end of the season, after talking with him every day, I finally saw him get out of the nest. He went to the edge of his branch, braced himself, and jumped… and just before he hit the ground, he soared back up into the sky. I cheered harder than I ever had before.
That winter, Buck left the area. I was crestfallen. I felt like I’d lost a friend. But I was so damn proud of him.
Cut to the next spring? I’m walking up the driveway one day when suddenly I hear a sound… a broken caw. I look up, and Buck is sitting in a tree above my head. He stared at me and puffed his feathers, then hopped down in front of me and cawed again. I was so damn thrilled, and I told him how proud I was of him. He ruffled his feathers and then soared off into his old tree.
That summer? I heard two broken caws. One from Buck… and one from his chick.
Cut to ten years later? We have a family of crows who all have a very distinct caw and they come here and spend every spring, summer, and fall on our property. Buck still greets me every spring.
that last reply made me wanna cry. that’s so beautiful.
this one morning i kept hearing really loud caws, i remember it was like 5am, LIKE REALLY LOUD AND ANNOYING AND AGGRESSIVE, so loud that i could hear it through a closed window, and i eventually went outside to check it out. there was a crow on my front lawn, it had an injury on its head and couldn’t fly and there were two other crows circling right above it, and they were cawing like mad.
i tried to get close and take a better look and one of them dived super low and tried to attack me. so i went back in the house and chopped some sliced raw meat and tossed it at him from a distance.
a few more times later, very soon after, they could tell i was trying to help, and did not attack me. i was “allowed” to walk up close and pick him up, he couldn’t drink water properly so i had to dip my finger in a bowl and stick it in his mouth.
i did this few times a day and it went on for about a week before he disappeared, i thought he recovered and left, but he came back the next day and lands on me, and i see him around the block quite often, and he would come sit on my shoulder for a few minutes and then fly away again. i feel like i’ve adopted a son.
Best birbs !!
your son is Beautiful and Strong
every time I see this post it has different crow stories and every time I reblog it again because all crow stories are good stories
Finally here’s a little tutorial on how to make Zack’s hoodie from Angels of Death. I hope this will help for anybody that wants there own Zack hoodie.
Materials: Hoodie (Charcoal Heather Color) Pencil or Pen Ruler (if needed) Freezer Paper (or Wax paper) X-acton Knife or scissors Iron and Iron Board Foam Paint Brushes Fabric Paint (Tulip Dimensional Fabric Paint 4oz – Black Matte) Fake Blood (I used Blood Gel)
Step 1: Draw out the designs of Zack’s hoodie, the triangles, arrow, and strips on the freezer paper. (you can also draw out the blood stains too, if you wanted to, you don’t have to.)
Step 2: Cut the designs out using an x-acto knife (or scissors if you can manage that somehow).
Step 3: Iron the freezer paper to the fabric, (shiny side down). Make sure that you iron the edges really well or the fabric paint will leak through the edges.
Step 4: Put more freezer paper inbetween the layers of fabric in case the paint bleeds through.
Step 5: Start painting the fabric paint on the stencils of the designs on the hoodie, then let it dry and do the next piece.
Step 6: Start putting on the fake blood on the hoodie. (If you drawn out the blood stains instead, do the same thing you did just like the fabric paint.)
And you’re done! I hope this will help your cosplay of Zack.
I decided to try and translate some little comics too! 😀 (and the award of the worst typesetting ever goes to me *clap clap*) The translation might be slightly inaccurate though I did my best :’D
If you find comics in Japanese you’d like me to translate, tell me~
I watched the first ep of Angels of Death and I was just so intrigued that I ended up binging the entire manga up to the latest chapter and the game and all I can say is I love Zack he is perfect
Think about what you were saying when they used to talk to you. Think about your choice of words and tone. Think about why they tried to come to you and why they don’t anymore. When you shut them out, belittle them, and blame them for all of their problems, you will lose them. And that will be permanent.
This.
My therapist legit called my mom out on this shit. She keeps calling me a “non-functioning adult” and my therapist heard her say it and was like “WOAH! Ok you need to stop that immediately. Do you realize you’re belittling her? That you’re labeling her for life? You then judge her for having low self-esteem and drive to do things when you actively oppress her by labeling her like that.” And I glanced at Mom and him and Mom was like real quiet and was like “okay”. She has yet to say it since. So yeah. Parents don’t even realize this shit. And I’m almost 21… This happened less than a month ago. You are talking to tiny humans. Treat them that way! Like a human!!!
Also!!! Not to detract from this point but to add on: are you initiating interactions with them? (Beyond reprimands and etc.) Just like with any other relationships in your life, if one side always has to be the one to ask for attention and start conversations, its inevitable they will assume you just don’t care about them. Why would someone come to you if they think you don’t care about them past controlling them or punishing them?
🗣🗣🗣
As a parent myself, I encourage other parents to please, PLEASE, don’t talk down or ignore your kids when they need you. You are their protection and guide, you are responsible for preparing them for the outside world, and simply chewing their heads off because they’re not like you is selfish and non-parent like. You might as well be a bully.
Your kids are not dolls, they are not molds of clay where you can shape them to whatever you want, THEY ARE HUMAN. If you want your kids to succeed, listen to them and help them. If you show you actually love and support them, they will return the same affection not only towards you, but towards other as well.
OKAY BUT IT MAKES ME LAUGH SO FUCKING HARD WHEN SOMEONE REBLOGS MY AOD STUFF AND TAGS IT AS SPOILERS LIKE I KNOW THEY PROBABLY MEAN SPOILERS FOR THE PEOPLE WHO HAVEN’T YET GOTTEN AROUND TO WATCHING THE ANIME BUT ALL I COULD THINK OF IS “SPOILERS; ZACKS DUMB AS SHIT”
Well, McCree and Sombra really don’t even have a wedding. They never legally get married, as Olivia Colomar doesn’t exist. It’s not a big deal, just a very intimate thing between the two of them. They just consider themselves married and exchange rings after they have Noé.
But if they did ever have an official ceremony, they really would only have Widowmaker and Genji as their maid of honor/best man. Sombra and McCree would meet under a little white, wooden archway decorated in climbing roses. Widowmaker presents the boxes with the rings as Genji presents baby Noé. Before they take the rings, both McCree and Sombra take their son in a bridge of their interlacing arms. Passing the rings over
Noé, they speak the vows. Hanzo and Mercy watch this quietly, as they are the additional witnesses.
A Ko-fi reward for Anonymous who requested a cute Father/Daughter moment between McCree and Magdala. Thanks for the hot cocoa, doll! I hope you enjoy Papa McCree and Mischievous Magdala.
McCree + OC: Magdala. 500 word drabble. Father/Daughter fluff.
There is something different in the air. The smells resonates within her belly, like dessert after dinner. Her metallic fingertips trail across the spines. Down the bumpy ridges, she reads decorative, gold cursive and bold black ink.
“Any luck, sweetie?” McCree’s voice falls from down the aisle.
Magdala drops her prosthetic hand to a row lower. The silver digit of her right hand taps lightly against the author’s name. As if she doesn’t know by heart where her favorite section of fiction is.
“The Arthur Conan Doyle books are still here,” she says. “Still haven’t found The Final Problem.”
His boots step over the dingy carpet to her side. Stooping slighter, her father helps her browse the titles. Even the wooden cases with which the books are contained in are faded, dusty. The owners hardly spare a glance to this little bookshop anymore.
If she had it her way, this entire library would be in her room. Instead, Papa’s gift is one book of her choice. This is her’s and his day. Ana had Papa yesterday. Roughly once a month, McCree makes time to take each of his daughter’s out to their favorite dinner and an activity/gift of their choice.
“The Final Problem, hmm,” he hums quietly, eyeing her for a moment. “You’ve already gotten through all the other Sherlock Holmes books?”
“Ages ago,” she answers, “but I’ve been wanting to read something new of Sherlock as of late.”
McCree pulls out a book. Nothing of what she’s looking for, but it still holds as a Sherlock tale. Between his flesh and metal fingers, the book opens to a random page. Like her own natural and prosthetic hands do so often. Quietly, Magdala straightens.
“Do you still remember the quote?” she asks, hopeful.
An amusement touches his face at her subtle eagerness. When she was younger, she would demand and beg for him to say it. Papa’s eyes fall to the book, but not for reference.
“’My mind,’ he said, ‘Rebels at stagnation. Give me problems, give me work, give me the most abstruse cryptogram for the most intricate analysis, and I am in my proper atmosphere.’”
Though the regal quote is far away from the Southern accent, McCree makes it roll beautifully off of his tongue. It’s something Magdala still tests with her mixed Spanish vowels and Southern drawls.
McCree turns to her softly happy state, “How was that, little bee?”
“Perfecto,” she answers. She looks away only for a moment to find the title she’s been searching for. Freeing it from the close huddle of other hardcovers, she shows it to her father.
“Will that hold you over for a little while?” he asks with mirth.
Ducking her head to let her long, blonde dipped strands fall and hide her face, Magdala grins to herself. There are too many nights where she’s read the pages until her eyes were too tired and itchy.
“This will do for now.”
A chuckle leaves his mouth, not surprised.
“You know your mama could download those for you off the internet if you wanted them so quickly.” McCree begins walking down the aisle as Magdala holds the book to her chest. “No need for such a long drive and expensive book. It’s sort of… hipster-ish, don’t you think?”
She shakes her head, scrunching her face in displeasure.
“It’s not hipster! If anything, it’s vintage! You should know that, Papa.”
She sharply eyes his person. Old, leather boots with a tucked in flannel shirt and jeans barely holding at the seams. He doesn’t have his cowboy hat, but it would complete her implication.
“Hey now, what are you getting at?”
Magdala mischievously shrugs her shoulders, smirking the slightest at her father’s mockingly disgruntled expression.
McCree: Olivia, darlin’, I was joking. I was just saying things while I was loving up on you.
Sombra: *firmly keeping him off of the bed with her leg* No lo creo! Jesse McCree, the last time you told me you were joking about babies I ended up with two inside of me. I am not shooting for another surprise.
McCree *knowing full well he’s digging his own grave but wanting to be cheeky* But Olivia, you know how good my aim is.
Sombra:
Sombra: *kicks the door close behind him before locking it*
McCree: Darlin’, I’m sorry!
Sombra: Think about how sorry you are while sleeping on the couch!
thats how i got my two tables, free shit. also THATS A LOT OF SODA?
there’s a chain around here that does sales like buy 2 get 3 free every couple weeks, so i usually just buy 10 packs and not worry about getting more for a while. …tbh i also bulk buy toiletries and anything else i’m loathe to run out of.
It doesn’t make us go crazy. We just don’t understand the why. No one has ever satisfactorily explained why bagged milk is better than milk in jugs.
There is no literal reason since the jugs we use are just as cheap as bags and with a bag you need to put it into something as soon as it’s opened because otherwise you’re crying over spilt milk
I don’t understand why y’all use jugs though. They’re so impractical.
No they’re not. You have a self contained stand able container.
With a bag you have one floppy boi
We have holders for that. There’s no real difference.
Canadian logic: lets put a bag of milk in a container
Obsessed with the idea of this beautiful problem child in a waistcoat. Wolfsbane because they’re his favorite, roses because I love him. (yep his bangs are on the wrong side, it looked nicer flipped this way)
do you ever have those bloggers that you know by a nickname you kinda just gave them and you get excited to see them on your dash even though you’ve barely/never spoken to them ever
reblog if it’s okay for ur followers to come into your inbox and tell you what they nicknamed u
Everytime i think of or see @destiny-islanders post something all i can think is (in Gladios voice) “HEY DES! GET ON YOUR FEET” because in Comrades you were on ur head more than your feet ❤️❤️
Please Right-click–> fullsize! Tumblr likes to stretch pixels sometimes D:.
A large commission doll for Kali-naan. This was a beast of a commission and I’m VERY happy with how it came out. The character is absolutely beautiful!
~My Tumblr Back-Up And Stuffs~ 
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