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The gods are merciless. It is a human word. It falls from their mouths with the sound of the wine they offer and the weapons they wield. The first time it echoes from their lips the heavens fall silent. Two divine seconds of silence, then huffs and scoffs and whispers. They do not know what it means. They do not care.

Do the gods worry about predestination? Do the gods not consider that they too were written into existence, that every shattering movement they make was not for them to decide?

Humans ask too many questions. To know all. That is what they strive for, endless and blind. They are hopeful anyway. They cannot grasp the word “omniscient”.

Do the gods know illusion?


He doesn’t know she died running.

The gods speak in heavy words, foreign on their lips. “Don’t look back.” He feels fingers reaching for his. They run. It’s a promise.

Don’t look back. It’s a prayer. She died running and her toes curled into the landscape like the snake curled around her ankle. Perhaps this is fear.

Don’t look back.

Perhaps this is to know all.

He only sees the gods when he blinks.


When Achilles saw Patroclus being carried into his camp he did not curse the gods. He did not beg them for mercy.

By myths & other truths (via quidfacerem)






The kakapo is one of the rarest parrots in the world:

It’s flightless
It’s the world’s heaviest parrot
It’s possibly the oldest living bird and
It has a subsonic mating boom that can travel several kilometres

it doesn’t even walk


there is literally no other word for what this precious moss potato is doing

precious moss potato


my favorite. my soul. my patronus.

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Just a reminder:the natural diet of these birds is BONES. Not just bone marrow; actual bone shards. They pick up huge freaking bones from carcasses and drop them onto rocks until they get spiky pieces and then they swallow them. Their stomach acid dissolves bone.

look me in the eye and tell me that’s not a fucking dragon

And they aren’t naturally red like that. That’s self-applied makeup. They find the reddest earth they can to work into their feathers as a status symbol.

And they don’t scavenge other parts of carcases, just the bones. 85-90% of their diet is exclusively bone. Hence why it’s only a myth that these birds would just pick up whole lambs and carry them off. It’s not true, but in German they’re still called Lämmergeier as a result.

So metal

dude looks fuckin terrified

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*me pointing to two anime girls in love* thats a canon yuri pairing

*fanbase crying voice*  No.. you dont underknow .. Stop.. thats not a yuri you are wrong… please… please stop watching this anime theyre just friends… You cannot say this fake thing 
*me pointing to two anime girls in love* luv this canon yuri pairing


can you imagine Oliver having to show up at quidditch trials and say ‘anyone who’s here to try out for seeker better go back up to the castle because an 11 year old boy rode a broom for the first time today and McGonagall gave him the seeker position before asking me or letting me see him play sorry guys’

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As promised, here are some pictures of Lyalya’s first walk outside! Look at the bushy little squirrel tail :D the sandpit was her favorite spot! She was extremely excited and threw sand all over the place

this is a fucking squirrel. this is a fucking squirrel with a cat’s head. who is responsible for this