why-animals-do-the-thing:

maythefoxbewithyou:

allmyeggmateshateyou:

c0ffeecunt:

vvhatmighthavebeenlost:

joannanullo:

betweenlinebreaks:

Are we sure that foxes are canines? Are we sure they aren’t just big stupid cats?

Ugh what a cutie

I NEED IT

I need 12

foxes aren’t canines…

WELL, they’re certainly not felines.

I’m going to textgrab from this post by prokopetz:

I often see foxes referred to as “catdogs” on Tumblr, but I wonder if folks realise how true that really is.

There’s a phenomenon called convergent evolution that occurs when two taxonomically unrelated species exploit the same ecological niche. The features that are needed to best take advantage of a given niche are pretty much the same everywhere you go; thus, over time, those species will become anatomically and behaviourally similar, even though they’re completely unrelated.

And foxes? Foxes are what you get when an ecosystem has no native small felines, so a canine species evolves to take advantage of the ecological niche that would have been exploited by a small feline, if one existed.

In other words, a fox is literally what you get when a dog tries to cat.

So, in a way…

@justiceisanoncorrosivemetal

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rocking-rockatoo:

syx-blue:

rocking-rockatoo:

syx-blue:

queenrockatoo:

How many of you does one city need?” Rockatoo grouses, slipping into Spanish rather than English for the complaint.

@syx-blue

“I don’t need to work with him or you. This was a courtesy I extended that you’ve done nothing but disrespect. If this is the way you conduct your affairs, I don’t know why I’d want anything to do with you.”

“If ya wanna ge’ anywhere here, ya do. So ya may as well ge’ use’ to tha’ fac’.”

“No, I don’t. Megamind does not kowtow to other villains. If you don’t work with me, then we are not allies. I. Do. Not. Need. You. If you get in my way, I will crush you like a spii-der.”

“If ya think workin’ wi’ is kowtowin’, that’s ya problem, isn’ i’?”

“Ya sure that’s ya final decision?”

“I am perfectly happy to work with sane people but I refuse to play your cryptic guessing game. We work together, it’s straight forward and as equals,” snarling he lost his temper, fully dropping the villainous persona, “Fuck off with your damn paranoid bullshit. I don’t know what game you think you’re playing at, but I’m not biting.”

hel-inherbones:

Hel giggled at the silly man. “Fenny can’t clean it up. He’s a wolf and wolves don’t have hands!” She told the man. She leaned in a little closer. Do you want to know another secret?“

“Your brother is a wolf?” Megamind laughed and sat down next to the strange little girl, “That’s okay, my brother is a fish. He doesn’t have hands either.”

“I’m all ears.”

hel-inherbones:

Hel giggled. “My brother Fenrir found a deer in the woods but the meat was bad. And Fenny knew the meat was bad but he was so hungry that he ate it anyway and then he threw up on the carpet of someone visiting from Asgard and he didn’t tell Mama about it.”

“Oh, that’s never pleasant. I did that once too but it was soup,” Megamind confided, “I wouldn’t tell anyone either otherwise they’d make you clean it up and where’s the fun in that?”

hel-inherbones:

Little Hel looked up at the stranger. She liked strangers. They were funny and strange and they were fun to talk to. “Do you wanna know a secret?” She asked brightly. “Because I’ve got a secret.”

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“I do love secrets,” Megamind steeples his fingers together, “Do share, little one.”