i said i was going to do it
and i did
this shrek looks more confused to be in his own swamp than you do
"I found him in the trash. I named him Shadow because he followed me everywhere."
i bet my tongue is stronger than yours wanna find out
Valparolapass, Dolomites - Italy
A texture i found in the middle of the Alps.
hello darkness my old friend
this is like the kinda photo you find on the ground in an abandoned hospital
it's the most ridiculous thing though like holy shit those popes how even??
my favorite thing is still how Pope Formosus was put on trial ten months after he died, by one of his successors, Pope Stephen. Like, they literally dug up and dressed his body in papal garments. His corpse. And then the skeleton was propped up and put on trial and nobody was like “Look, Stephen, maaaaaaybe you should go have a lie-down in the shade, that’s a good pope.”
(presumably it was because Formosus had crowned some other guy Holy Roman Emperor instead of Stephen’s dad, not because Stephen had a weird idea of what you do at dinner parties. But whatever)
Anyway, my second favorite thing is how two popes later, they dug Formosus up and did it all again . And instead of cutting off Formosus’ consecrating fingers and throwing him in the river (like they did last time) they had the corpse beheaded. Because apparently no one really understood what “dead as a corpse we fished out of the river five years ago” meant.
It’s called the cadaver synod it’s the coolest shit look it up
i dont think you guys appreciate how rad this site is
because first of all you got your basic fantasy and game race names for like
BUT AS IF THAT ISN’T ENOUGH
REAL NAMES WHICH ARE GOOD FOR BOOKS
AND THIS THERE’S MORE????
BAM, PLACE NAMES
AND STILL MORE
SO YOU SEE THESE LITTLE OPTIONS HERE
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What’s in store for me in the direction i don’t take?
“… the moments when everything is open, when all options are present, and all is undecided – mere destinies unfolding. Our choices shift into one plane of existence, the extension of every path still available, until we pick the red tie instead of the blue; harbor anger instead of compassion; attempt to fix it or break it; and all our possibilities collapse into the singular of what is, rippling outward from the moment of decision to affect our lives in ways unknown… The noise at the back of our mind wondering anxiously, What’s in store for me in the direction I don’t take?”