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And when his loyal big wolf doggy gets back 😭😭❤️❤️

im at my fucking limit oh my god atreus running to kratos to hug him after freeing garm and kratos hugging him back and then letting go and then realizing atreus ISNT letting go and NEEDS comfort and continuing to hug him and asking him what happened and not getting mad or impatient and just letting him know he’s there for him and even as EVERYONE berates him for freeing garm kratos steps in and defends him because he understands how unbearably COMPASSIONATE his son is even for an evil hellhound and telling him they’ll fix this together and how he’s not angry and is only happy that he’s safe and and and and and AND AND-

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GOD OF WAR: RAGNARÖK Kratos and Atreus/Loki

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✨💙Moon Clock Stars 💙✨

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Here are some of the animated gifs Santa Monica Studios have been putting out for God of War: Ragnarök

Sorry for the quality, tumblr only allows for 10MB gifs & these are quick & dirty rips straight from twitter which were already not great quality to start.

I'm assuming these are made to be used, so go right ahead & save & use however you like

Animator credits I could find:

Kratos making a heartshape & Kratos swearing about Valkyries by Dennis Pena, aka @/Boltfinger on twitter

Wolf paw slap by Grace Pan, one of the animators

Angrboda making faces by Jack Ebensteiner, aka @/AnimJack on twitter

Sweating Atreus by Kim Nguyen, aka @/KimbaWin on twitter

Thor sliding by Roberto Clemente, a senior combat animator

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People thought so well of doing good, he said, that in the end they always decided it should be done at the end of a sword.

Reported as Thomas Cale. The Beating of His Wings. Paul Hoffman

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“To be sociable is a risky thing—even fatal—because it means being in contact with people, most of whom are dull, perverse and ignorant and are really with you only because they cannot bear their own company. Most people bore themselves and greet you not as a true friend but as a distraction—like a dancing dog or some half-wit actor with a fund of amusing stories.”

Paul Hoffman, The Left Hand of God (via shy-blue-eyed-girl)

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this is thomas cale from the left hand of god series and he is a pure death baby

omg guys i was shook that this book series doesn’t have an active fandom?! WHAT! there is little to none content on this masterpiece.

The Left Hand of God book series has been one of my favs 8 years running now and ive recently picked them up again and they hold up so nicely! they are as good as i remember and that freaking rare!

i urge you PLEASE read them and then talk to me because im dying to share my love for them with someone

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“I have a message for your daughter,” said Cale. “I am bound to her with cables that not even God can break. One day, if there is a soft breeze on her cheek, it may be my breath; one night, if the cool wind plays with her hair, it may be my shadow passing by.” …

Vipond turned to Captain Albin and said quietly, “You know, Albin, the older I get the more I believe that if love is to be judged by most of its visible effects, it looks more like hatred than friendship.”

— Paul Hoffman, The Left Hand of God

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Archive.org is facing a lawsuit

tldr: the Internet Archive/WayBack Machine is super important in term of archived content, billions of stuff are on there, and with the current event happening in the world like stated above,without this tool, it will be hard to properly document what took place. It will be easy for certain people to rewrite history. Dont let them.

DONATE HERE (post dont get much exposure with working links sorry)

 archive.org/donate/

^^^^^^^^^^^^^

IF YOU CANT DONATE THEN PLEASE SPREAD THE INFO

On twitter,tumblr,facebook,heck,anywhere you want,this needs to be talked about !

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people who argue over whos the better (gay) fictional wizard, gandalf or dumbledore, are BOTH wrong. its merlin from the sword in the stone (1963).

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CHAAOOOOSSSS

How bad can I possibly be?

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An owl chilling on a stump 

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Some of them REALLY look like they’re about to kill you... :o

why are birds so cursed

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90s kids have been through a lot

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Snippet from my Ghost!Tom fic

The Ghost of a Secret Enemy.

Chapter one: Introducing Hogwarts new hot (evil) ghost.

Harry was done, Harry was so done with everything mother fate had thrown at him; that right now he could only vacantly stare at the face of the man who’d ruined pretty much every aspect of his life by simply existing.

“Well, well, well; if it isn’t-”

Harry turned around and gave him the finger. Fuck baby Voldemort, fuck whiny angsty teen Voldemort, fuck He-Who-Killed-His-Own-Nose Voldemort, just fuck Voldemort in general!

“You can’t ignore me forever, Harry P-” 

But he could and most importantly he would. With that thought he briskly passed the floating young man, huffing in annoyance. What was he supposed to say to his friends? Oh hey, yeah no the dark lord is dead, but oh well fate decided to be a little bitch again and sent the anti- nose- policy man back to us as a ghost! Oh yeah, that definitely, was an option. Harry picked up the pace, gradually nearing his destination.

The second he turned the next corner however, he was met with once again the face that had haunted his entire life and now would remain to do so quite literary. As the ultimate offense a human could give a ghost, Harry just straight up walked through him with a dead serious face. Everything he did and everything he showed told the ghost Try me, I dare you! Yet, the poor boy wasn’t dealing with Nearly headless Nick nor Moaning Myrtle nor Peeves for that matter. 

No he was dealing with the ghost of Tom freaking Riddle… And Tom was relentless, endlessly persistent to get Harry to talk to him, to acknowledge him. One way or another, Harry would eventually give in. Like the good little hero he was. Tom mused and watched how the raven haired boy joined the other students on their way to the dining hall. Tom could follow, but had no patience left to deal with the already love sick teenagers as well…

It was really quite the sinister joke, mother fate had dared to bestow upon him. Although, he supposed it wasn’t an unpleasant outcome to have his seventeen year old body back. However, being stuck as the new Hogwarts ghost was a living nightmare. The constant reminder of him losing the final battle, to Saint Potter nonetheless, and the utter discontent he had to deal with of his past devotees having betrayed him. Unknowingly rubbing their hypocritic mess in his face every day with their existence on the other side.

Yet, having all the Hogwarts students draw after him like a herd of meek, incompetent, love sick sheep, gave him hope and ideas. Lots of ideas... The only threat was his actual nemesis. Though somehow, the young Potter hadn’t unmasked his secret yet and while a part of him was relieved; another part of him screamed to do something about it. For a standalone hero with an uncoordinated mission, had proven to be quite deadly for him before…

Please let me know if I should continue this fic, cause ughh I’ve so many more prompts that I’m currently writing and I can’t possibly write them all!! (I think…)

Also… EXCUSE MY ENGLISH!!! UwU

HUGGIES TO ALL!!! <3 <3 <3

@moonlight-modoki @zombu7

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Snippet from The Fear that Killed the Future

A/N: This fic is about the consequences following Harry’s new boggart: himself.

FIrst it becomes the sorting hat ceremony, then the talk with the sorting hat and then a lot of heavy emotional scenes showing a pissed off Harry… And then it settles on Harry himself… Plus, of course, everyone will now find out the truth… Cue for the whole Heir of Slytherin debate to start all over again… Harry is NOT in a happy place…

The Fear That Killed the Future

Chapter one: The unexpected boggart.

All that remained in his head were the words of doubt and a surprising feeling of deep resent and disappointment. He had tried, truly he had; but every time he made his way up the whirling staircase to the Headmaster’s office, he’d feel the same dread from his second year washing all over him again.

 The feeling could only be described as unwillingly entering a vast field of endless tombs engraved with hidden names and trees that would never bloom. No way out, the dread of the thick mist casting itself over the shadows the graves would display. Promising a haunting from the ones you’d just passed by as you ran with all your might to hopefully the gates that would lead you out of the forbidden dark place no one would ever want to be. But alas, as mentioned before, you would find none and every time you tried to make names out, the only thing you would actually be able to read were the noughts you lived for and the everything you could or should have been.

 After his meeting with Professor Dumbledore his foreboding anger increased, cue for that hidden fear to come to the front again. The fear he so drastically tried to ignore, to banish to the darkest corner of his subconscious had returned with a vengeance. How was he supposed to simply ignore all of it again. Every year he had tried, and each year he had to try more when it all became harder.

 On his way back to the Gryffindor tower, he realized that seeing any of his friends right now, wouldn’t be such a good idea. He needed to be alone for some time. He needed to think and not be scolded for having different thoughts, different opinions.

He quickly marched his way to the basement, already throwing on his invisibility cloak he’d grabbed from his backpack. He was in dire, yes dire need of chocolate. Preferably chocolate cake. On his way, he’d been lucky enough to narrowly escape bumping into Professor Snape. The old git hadn’t noticed anything and when the bat turned the corner, Harry had continued his journey. Upon arriving at the painting, he check his surroundings one final time to be sure no one had seen him and then quickly tickled the pear.

 Once the portrait closed behind him, he dropped his cloak and immediately began shushing the elves who’d noticed him.

“Hello, good evening! Sorry for alarming you all. It wasn’t my intention to scare you.”

Winky who’d warmed up to him some time ago, hugged his leg; welcoming him openly. “You are always welcome sir, Harry Potter sir, good sir Harry Potter is.”

As if on cue, Dobby appeared by the sheer mentioning of his name. “Harry Potter, what an honour to see you again! Come, Dobby will feed Harry Potter, Harry Potter’s favourite dessert.”

“Actually Dobby, this visit is more of a chocolate occasion…”

From the start of the school year he’d had found himself more and more often in the warm presence of the friendly creatures. Openly admitting he was in need of some quality alone time. He felt weird for having preferences like these, but somehow could explain those preferences well. House elves didn’t push like Hermione did. House elves didn’t judge like Ron did. House elves respected him for who he truly was, weaknesses and all and that was a highly sought after trait Harry needed in his current unstable life.

“Is Master Harry Potter sir not feeling well?” Dobby began, his already big eyes, enlarging further.

For the umpteenth time in his life, he couldn’t form any words. His throat automatically swallowed every possible syllable with an ease, he feared to become a standard. Eventually he slowly nodded, confirming the house elf’s suspicion.

Let me know what you people think so far!

Yesshh I don’t know if this is going to be a drarry or harrymort fic, but I can’t write straight shizzle soooo there ya go XD

Also EXCUSE MY ENGLISH!!!! 

HUGGIES TO EVERYONE!!! <3 <3 <3

@zombu7 @moonlight-modoki Help meeee, what should I doooo?!?!?!