So I was researching viking wedding traditions, and guess what?
The traditional wedding gift from groom to bride IS A FUCKING KITTEN.
Guess who’s making this rule mandatory at their wedding.
TARDIS + Van Gogh shoes.
Think I might have to make a pair to keep for myself :)
if you ever think mythology is boring or serious business or whatever shit
just remember that cerberus, the hell-hound and guard dog of the underworld, comes from the root indo-european word ḱerberos, which evolved into the greek word kerberos, which got changed to cerberus when it went from greek to latin
ḱerberos means “spotted”
that’s right
hades, lord of the dead, literally fucking named his pet dog spot
A thousand wolves have eaten grandmother, a thousand princesses have been kissed. A million unknowing actors have moved, unknowing, through the pathways of story.
It is now impossible for the third and youngest son of any king, if he should embark on a quest which has so far claimed his older brothers, not to succeed.
Stories don’t care who takes part in them. All that matters is that the story gets told, that the story repeats. Or, if you prefer to think of it like this: stories are a parasitical life form, warping lives in the service only of the story itself.
There are two kinds of people in this world: People who admit they find Aragorn unspeakably attractive and LIARS.
