Video : प्यास से छटपटाती गिलहरी को पानी पिलाती दिखी महिला, दरियादिली ने जीता दिल
Video : प्यास से छटपटाती गिलहरी को पानी पिलाती दिखी महिला, दरियादिली ने जीता दिल
प्रचंड गर्मी इस साल सारे रिकॉर्ड तोड़ रही है. जहां देखो वहां तपती गर्मी ने हाल बेहाल कर रखा है. क्या इंसान, क्या जानवर हर कोई छटपटा ही रहा है. ऐसे में इंसानों के पास तो खुद को ठंडा रखने और प्यास बुझाने के ढेरों उपाय हैं लेकिन जीव-जन्तुओं के पास कोई दूसरा विकल्प नहीं है. ऐसे में हमें और आपको ही उनका सहारा बनना होगा. उनके लिए पानी का इंतज़ाम करना होगा.
Wildlife viral series में प्यास से तड़पती…
View On WordPress
0 notes
Work has been busy, so I haven't had much time or energy to draw lately but take this shitpost while I try and get myself together again
897 notes
·
View notes
Do you think if I say just the right words haiku bot will come say hi
628 notes
·
View notes
Shadow Milk loves Pure Vanilla.
But not in the lovey dovey way, and certainly not the way Pure Vanilla loves White Lily.
He loves him like how a child has a favorite doll, or how a cat has a favorite toy, or how a rich woman loves her quivering little chihuahua. He says he loves him, and he smothers him almost nearly as much, but he still hurts him. And it’s not his fault the man looks so handsome when he’s crying.
Well, maybe it is a little. But he won’t admit that.
68 notes
·
View notes
thou art of the godless blessed's number.
From the journal of Estelle de Laussienne:
Oh, but the world looked so civilized from atop the Pillars, did it not? Our tables did not empty, even as our croplands froze over. Our priests tended kindly to their flocks. There was no need for fire and brimstone at our pulpits on high; we had more than enough fuel for the hearth as it was. When you are a thousand malms from conflict, even a goddess of war might seem to soften at her sharp edges, fat from plenty.
The world is not like this. I have walked among the leanness of the Brume, but it would take the "beastmen" to teach me the margins of survival. There are no kind gods among the hungry. To look upon a primal is to know that even our prayers can be made cannibals if threatened to starve.
With a cache of crystals and all the animal rage in my body, in that moment, I might have summoned my goddess, too.
And she would have been ravenous.
[ countdown to dawntrail | prompt: primal ]
84 notes
·
View notes