no but the best part is how he got the name:
his name was originally “potatoes,” and his owner, willoughby bertie, told the stable lad who helped him to write the horse’s name on a feed bin. the boy misheard it as, literally “pot-eight-o’s” and wrote it with 8 o’s. bertie found it so funny that he kept that as the horses name.
This is the most beautiful horse-related story I’ve ever heard.
Alice’s friends were probably out at the movies or going on dates, but she had much more exciting plans for her Friday night: Spend hours scrolling through Tumblr-land.
reblog if you like star trek, or if you have lost the remaining shreds of control over your life and you are star trek and you’re shaped like the uss enterprise and star trek music plays every time you walk into a room, or if you are a tribble that can type
Callisto is evil and scary and insane, and for some reason I fucking love her.
As a young writer, Alcott concentrated on lurid pulp stories of revenge, murder, and adultery–’blood and thunder’ literature, as she called it–and enjoyed writing very much. She was in her mid-30s when an editor suggested she try writing a book for girls. Alcott wasn’t very interested, but her father was a complete moron with money and had left the family in terrible financial trouble. Alcott wrote Little Women in hopes of some decent sales and a little breathing room and got way more than she asked for. The money in sequels was too good to turn down (and her father didn’t get any smarter with a dime), but Alcott hated writing what she called ‘moral pap for the young’ and longed to return to the smut and violence of her early endeavors.
People who go on baby name sites
- Expecting parents
- Gamers naming their rpg characters
- Writers naming their characters
- People naming their pets/foster animals