historical-nonfiction:

In 1932, pilot George Palmer was flying from Las Vegas to Blythe, Calif., when he saw drawings sketched on the desert. Someone had scraped away the dark surface soil to draw three human figures, two four-legged animals, and a spiral. 

Like the more famous Nazca Lines in Peru, the Blythe Intaglios had gone unnoticed for so long because they were too big! The largest is over 170 feet long. Much too big to be seen from the ground. No local Native American group claims to have made them; radiocarbon dating places their creation between 900 BCE and 1200 CE.

weasley-kings:

“Hey, I was wondering if you could write an imagine where George’s girlfriend gets a pet Scottish Terrier  and madness ensues. Thanks, and you’re work is simply smashing! :)” -Dianedancer18

Btw, this is a Scottish Terrier if you needed reminding, look at his widdle legs! (Yes that’s Jock from Lady and the Tramp)

Here’s a short little one I just wrote while drying my hair before going to the dentist. Time to get baked from the giggle gas!
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“Y/N wake up!” Ginny shook you awake. “Hurry up, it’s Christmas!

It was that time of year again for when the legendary Christmas with the Weasleys would commence. You had been with George for a little more than a year now, but this was your first Christmas at The Burrow.

Ginny pulled you out of her room by the arm and raced down to the living room, where all the presents lay under the tree. As you were walking down the corridor, someone grabbed you from behind. “Merry Christmas babe” your boyfriend whispered in your ear. You spun around to face him, as he was pointing up to a piece of mistletoe above the two of you.

“It’s almost like you were waiting for this exact moment” you teased, “It’s almost like I had to get Ginny to wake you up because it’s almost like i’ve been waiting for about fifteen minutes for you”

“Wow, my own broom!” you could hear Ginny call from downstairs. You had almost forgotten about the best present in the world you had gotten for your boyfriend. “Come on Georgie, let’s go downstairs”

You were so excited to bring out George’s present from behind the tree. It was easily the biggest present, so you wanted to hide it before anyone else grabbed it and shook it. That would be a disaster.

You reach around to your hiding spot to grab the massive box, to see the top of it had been ripped wide open, and the box was empty.

“Something wrong, Y/N?” your boyfriend asked as you stared at the empty box in disbelief. “Pardon my muggle, but oh shit” As you start to explain the situation to George, you hear a shriek from the kitchen.

“WHY IS THERE A BLACK MOP WITH A FACE RUNNING AROUND MY KITCHEN” Mrs. Weasley shrieked once again. Again, shit. You wondered to yourself, do wizards even have dogs?

You ran into the kitchen to see Mrs. Weasley on top of the bench pointing a wooden spoon at the dog prancing around yapping at her. “Stay back Molly, it can probably sense fear” Arthur said from the other side of the kitchen. George looked down at you with a look of suspicion on his face. You looked up at him, wide eyed and panicked.

“Stop, stop, stop! He’s harmless, I promise!” You ran into the middle of the kitchen and patted your legs to get the puppy’s attention. He came bounding over to you and you gave him a big pat. “He’s a Scottish Terrier, he’s playful and likes pats, see?” You demonstrate as he rolls onto his back for a tummy rub. “They’re like cats, but more excited and playful”

You turn around to look at George, shaking his head at the chaos you mistakenly caused, “Merry Christmas, Georgie” you tried to say confidently, but it came out much weaker than you hoped.

George came over and crouched down next to you, much to the little dog’s pleasure, and began to rub him behind the ears.

“Mop” he said. “What?” you asked. You just explained that it was an animal, not half a piece of cleaning equipment. “That’s what we’ll call him. Mop” he smiled and continued rubbing Mop’s fur as he rolled around and yapped happily.

Soon enough the whole family was crouched around Mop as he played with his little ball you had also bought, and impressed them all with how he would follow instructions, like ‘Sit’. Of course, they thought that the dog would obey every command, such as “go and get the door” and “would you be a dear and set the table”.

It was the cutest disaster to happen that day, and the family loved him just as much as you hoped they would.
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Hope you enjoyed, sorry it was only a short one!

awwwwww! so cuteeee