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Ödön Lechner (Hungarian, 1845 – 1914)

Sandor Schmidl Family Mausoleum, photos by Zoltán Bagyinszki, 1903

Kozma Street Cemetery, Budapest

#non-breeder #childless by choice

theunvanquishedzims

Werewolves are stereotyped as ravenous monsters because the transformations burn so many calories that they’re essentially starving afterwords. The more “controlled” werewolves are just the ones who figured this out and loaded up on calories beforehand, whereas the “wild” ones assume it’s part of their wolfish nature to hunt and eat whatever’s nearby.

The transformation back burns calories too, but by that point they’re exhausted from running around in the woods all night, not to mention the physical strain of two transformations. And filthy people showing up at Denny’s in the early morning are assumed to be hungover, so the ravenous beast idea is applied only to the wolf half.

clownin-uwu

are you suggesting people who eat at denny’s are essentially werewolves

aridotdash

not just essentially

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The Librairie Itinérante (travelling bookstore) is a custom-made tiny home built for an altruistic bookseller who travels the country delivering books to small French villages that don't have their own libraries or bookshops.

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pumpkinsandleaves

Beware the autumn people. For some, autumn comes early, stays late, through life, where October follows September and November touches October and then instead of December and Christ’s birth there is no Bethlehem Star, no rejoicing, but September comes again and old October and so on down the years, with no winter, spring or revivifying summer. For these beings, fall is the only normal season, the only weather, there be no choice beyond. Where do they come from? The dust. Where do they go? The grave. Does blood stir their veins? No, the night wind. What ticks in their head? The worm. What speaks through their mouth? The toad. What sees from their eye? The snake. What hears with their ear? The abyss between the stars. They sift the human storm for souls, eat flesh of reason, fill tombs with sinners. They frenzy forth. In gusts they beetle-scurry, creep, thread, filter, motion, make all moons sullen, and surely cloud all clear-run waters. The spider-web hears them, trembles—breaks. Such are the autumn people.

Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes (via pumpkinsandleaves)

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