“It happened late Friday night. That morning no one suspected anything. I sent my son to school, my husband went to the barber’s. I’m preparing lunch when my husband comes back. “There’s some sort of fire at the nuclear plant,“ he says. “They’re saying we are not to turn off the radio.” I forgot to say that we lived in Pripyat, near the reactor. I can still see the bright-crimson glow, it was like the reactor was glowing. This wasn’t an ordinary fire, it was some kind of emanation. It was pretty. I’d never seen anything like it in the movies. That evening everyone spilled out onto their balconies, and those who didn’t have them went to friend’s houses. We were on the ninth floor, we had a great view. People brought their kids out, picked them up, said, “Look! Remember!” And these were people who worked at the reactor – engineers, workers, physics instructors. They stood in the black dust, talking, breathing, wondering at it. People came from all around on their cars and their bikes to have a look. We didn’t know that death could be so beautiful. Though I wouldn’t say that it had no smell – it wasn’t a spring or an autumn smell, but something else, and it wasn’t the smell of earth. My throat tickled, and my eyes watered.”
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Nadezhda Vygovskaya, evacuee from the town of Pripyat; Monologue About What We Didn’t Know: Death Can Be So Beautiful; Voices from Chernobyl (Svetlana Alexievich)
this paragraph. this paragraph won’t leave me alone.
“Allah rewards you for your effort. Not perfection. Not results. Effort. Your striving. How fast you get back up when you sin. How quickly you try to amend your relationships. How hard you try.”
ok but what if like. werewolves transform under the full moon but theres just this one and by day hes a big tough guy and then when he transforms hes a tiny dog. just fucking. just fucking turns into the tiniest, fluffiest dog
imagine that howling at the moon
imagine
Truly a ferocious predator.
And lastly: (He’s the pack leader obviously)
the big wolves are his younger sisters
Okay I’ve literally reblogged this prob a hundred times but it’s the best post ever so here we are again.
this has over a million notes and ive n e v e r seen it before what corner of tumblr did this crawl out from?
I have a lot of questions about The Lion King. Did Simba experience culture shock when he went back to his pride? Like, did the other lions think it was super weird that he had never learned how to hunt and spent most of his life exclusively eating bugs? Could he even digest fresh meat after that or did he end up having weird dietary restrictions? How many bugs did he have to eat per day to sustain himself? As the king, did he have to continue foraging for his own bugs, or were they gathered and brought to him? Did entomophagy catch on as trendy new thing among the other lions? If the other non-lion animals recognize Simba as king, are they his subjects? Is it weird that their king hunts and eats them? Is there civil unrest among the herbivores who resent the tyranny of a ruling class that literally feasts upon their flesh?
