ciircuitdragon:

I love Vash the Stampede. He’s a pacifist. He’s a hypercompetent gunman. He’s a Christ figure. He’s a sillie little guy. He wears hipster glasses and a gay earring. He’s perpetually in mourning. He’s a manmade horror beyond human comprehension, somewhere between a nuclear reactor and a biblically accurate angel. He’s pathetic. He likes doughnuts. If you squint at the lore, he’s transgender. There’s a cute cat that follows him around. He falls in love with a man. The tall-tale-sounding legends about him are true, and he’s miserable about it. No, I meant it about that manmade horror thing, he can vaporize cities like it’s nothing. There’s a scene where he obliviously dances his way into a hostage situation. He wears a trench coat in the desert heat. He has an evil twin. He’s emotionally perceptive but horrible at communicating. If conflict is a trolley problem, he solves it by chucking himself onto the tracks, and he’s riddled with scars from it. He’s a century and a half old and is destined to watch those he loves wither and die around him or fall to darkness. He loves everyone anyway, fiercely, recklessly, though usually from arm’s length. When he does truly let someone in, love changes him in ways that will haunt me for years. He’s painfully human

dduane:

weshallbekind:

dragon-in-a-fez:

nerdy-as-heck:

what-even-is-thiss:

conversationswithamillennial:

fangirltothefullest:

what-even-is-thiss:

what-even-is-thiss:

what-even-is-thiss:

what-even-is-thiss:

Guys do centaurs have to eat both horse food and human food?

Centaur, eating out of a burlap sack of hay like it’s potato chips: So do you guys wanna get Chipotle later?

Centaur: *kneeling on the ground, ripping up bits of grass and eating it*

Nearby horse: *neighs*

Centaur: Well it’s easy for you to bend over, isn’t it?

Horse: *snorts*

Centaur: *through a mouthful of grass* Well goody goody for you, but some of us have two spines.

Human: Hey does somebody want the rest of my burger?

Centaur: Oh I’ll have it. I am starving.

Human: Didn’t you just eat like an entire barrel of hay?

Centaur: *snatches the burger* That was for the horse stomach not the human one. Don’t be racist, Carl.

DON’T BE RACIST CARL

That spine comment made me reevaluate my life

Two spines, two ribcages, and six limbs baby! And a tail! Four shoulders!

This picture makes my intellectual half happy but also causes me great pain

is your intellectual half the horse half or the human half

Tbh, I always assumed they had one very long spine.

“A Centaur has a man-stomach and a horse-stomach. And of course both want breakfast. So first of all he has porridge and pavenders* and kidneys and bacon and omelette and cold ham and toast and marmalade and coffee and beer. And after that he tends to the horse part of himself by grazing for an hour or so and finishing up with a hot mash, some oats, and a bag of sugar. That’s why it’s such a serious thing to ask a Centaur to stay for the weekend. A very serious thing indeed.” (C. S. Lewis)

*See also the amazing fanfic “No Reservations: Narnia” and what Anthony Bourdain thought about it.

tevruden:

Tevruden’s change into his dragon form is never consistent, especially with the wings.

Sometimes it’s current arms into wings, sometimes it’s growing new wings.

tevruden:

Weredragon TF from PawGuppy@twitter!