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Um filhote de Gavião-de-penacho | Spizaetus ornatus

um dos bichos mais magníficos do Brasil, está ameaçado principalmente na nossa Mata-Atlântica justamente por precisar de florestas com alto grau de conservação ou pouco alteradas pelo homem, esse video foi feito em Eldorado/SP em 2018, irônicamente terra onde nosso ilustre presidente foi criado.

Eu fiquei emocionado quando vi esse filhote crescendo na natureza, compartilho na esperança que uma imagem como essa nos sensibilize para o cuidado com nossa biodiversidade.

Obrigado Maicon e Duco pelo trabalho

_______________________________________  _ A young Ornate hawk-eagle | Spizaetus ornatus

one of the most magnificent animals in Brazil, is threatened mainly in our Atlantic Forest precisely because it needs forests with a high degree of conservation or little altered by man, this video was made in Eldorado / SP in 2018, ironically land where our illustrious president was created.

I was thrilled when I saw this young animal growing in the wild, hoping that such an image will make us aware of our biodiversity care.

Thanks Maicon and Duco for the work.

I write this for my sister who died even before my birth. I'm not a perfect poet or anyone like that but all of sudden I remembered that I had a sister even though I got no chance to be with her.

I'm here, somewhere in beach

Wishing you were here, with me, watching the view

Telling me how hard is life and the troubles you've faced

Giving me the streangth

I always used to bargain...

It feels like you're combing my hair

When breeze sweeps by me, and my face

It seems like you're here, holding my hands

But the truth is too rude,

It breaks my heart

Looking at my back, the message is clear

You were never being with me, I know, I swear

But here I am, watching you sail

Cos I'm a light house,

And you're just a cruise

That I've never seen

Mom is grieving on your death

But she's an iron lady, I know you were the same

I love the way she tells the stories about you

And I see that she wants to let you go

But, heck- we had never let you go

Life is too short, just like the dew

Yet heals all souls, fresh and clean

It gives me chills, instead of cold

So goodbye to you; my dearest sister,

Who I never knew....

WHATEVER THE SONG IS... THE STEPS ARE CLEAR!!!

YESSS!

Loki Laufeyson Falling In Love Headcanons

We all know Loki is deeply a good person and he’s just missunderstood

I feel like he’d fall for a caring person

Someone who doesn’t appear to be soft as they come out cold at first

But deep down they’re very kind and protective over their loved ones

When falling for you he’d show quite some opposite lovey signs instead of the typical ones

As being quite sarcastic towards you

Or acting as if he was ignoring you

But not because he means to be mean, it’s just your presence that makes him anxious

And his best defense against vulnerability has always been his wit

But, even if sometimes they got to you, you hid it pretty well and kept being respectful towards him

When approching you, his mood would definitely change

He’d listen intensely at what you had to say, admired you when doing the simplest things and even asking for your opinion above the others’

He’d love to have deep conversations about his favourite books with you and discussing its aspects, without feeling rejected for something he loved doing

He’d start to become really protective over time

Like if he saw another member looking at you longer than usual

Or someone whose hand lingers on your waist for too many seconds

So he’ll use some of his powers to avoid them getting too close to you

And he’ll deny it when his brother asks him if he likes you

“Brother, are you and lady Y/N good friends?” “Yeah you could say that,…why?” “I am just happy to see you connecting with someone in such positive ways” “Oh, great then-” “Are you going to tell her that you love her?” “What”

Also he’d be such a sHOW OFF infront of you

At any chance he gets, he’ll try to impress you with his tricks

And will get angry if anyone tries to take you away from him

You’re probably one the only persons that sees the good in him and who gave him the love he doesn’t think he deserves

He’s not letting go of you that easily (most likely never will)

Once he confesses, he’ll probably don’t know how to act in a relationship

But won’t hesitate to show his dominance in front of others by kissing you

You’ll be his number one priority, so feel lucky cause he won’t be able to betray you even if his life depends on it

Unless it’s your life that’s in danger

He’d do anything to keep you safe

When in fights, you’ll always be on his mind cause thinking of you gives him strengh

If you’re also in the fight, he’ll make sure you’re aroud him and not let you out of his sight

He wouldn’t really care about the fight to be honest, he’d be more like a guardian keeping enemies away from you

Which makes me think that you’re probably the only one who’s seen him have a break down

Not that it happens often, but on those rare occasions you’d be his get away, the one who’d help him forget about all his worries

Like telling you about his mother and how much he truly missed her

Or like,when Asgard got destroyed

You were the first one he visited

You found him in your room, sitting on the edge of your bed going through one of the books he had gifted you

When he heard you calling his name, he lifted his teary eyes and rapidly crawled into your embrace

He told you about everything that had happened, and you reassured him it wasn’t his fault and stayed awake until you were sure that he had fallen asleep

And Loki loves sleeping next to you

He wasn’t too keen on physical affection at first, but once he discovered how touch-starved he was he began craving to feel you close at all times

Which means that you get to sleep with your head on his chest and his arm around you

I’m getting too carried away with this

I just want a Loki man

Mike Pence touched some NASA hardware that said “do not touch” — and in came the memes

OMG The city of echoes sounds thrilling! Idk why but I feel like there are many parrallel stories in myths for these two... I love your other fics too but this one already hunted me down😭

introducing you to: all my WIPs

It’s the second time I’m writing this post because tumblr hates me and deleted it for no reason. Ugh. So, since I have to put some order in my brain, I’ll list here all of the wips I’m currently working on. But here comes the funny part: you get to choose one of these, and I’ll start working on it as soon as I can—and you’ll get a dt when I post it here and on ff.net. Also yes, you got it right; this is basically a way to make me start working on them faster. Here we go.

Olympus (chapter 5). If you know me and have read some of my fics, you probably already know what I’m talking about. If you haven’t, “Olympus” is a bookshop AU, in which Reyna is the owner of a cute second-hand-books shop in San Francisco, and Jason is just some guy who happens to be maybe a little too in love with the shop (and its owner).

Sugar paper (chapter 1). You’re probably so sick of me talking about this fic. This is the fake dating AU I’ve been talking about for months, perhaps?, but never wrote. I’ve already started writing the first chapter, but I don’t like it at all, so I think I’ll just delete all I’ve got and start again from the beginning. Anyway, it features Percy, Nico, Jason’s and Reyna’s families and the fabulous Hazel Levesque.

The three times Reyna fell in love with Jason (and the one time she didn’t). If you think this title screams angst, you’re totally right. Slightly—highly, actually—inspired to my shitty love life, this fic is set in the canonic universe, and takes place before HoO. I think the title is pretty self-explanatory, so I won’t give you any details; only that New Rome plays a huge role in this fic. Oh and it’s a one-shot.

Rewrite the stars. Rey is going to hate me because I promised I’d write this ages ago and I still haven’t begun. This is a Star Trek AU in which Jason is the captain of a starship, and Reyna is his cold, stonefaced, calculating first officer with Romulan origins. When he asks her out for dinner, she has to remind him of the Code they had agreed to respect back when they were at the academy. Also a one-shot.

Illicit affairs. Obviously inspired by Taylor Swift, because how can you be a jeyna shipper and not listen to Taylor Swift. In particular, this fic is going to be a three-shots based on her new album “Folklore”’s teenage love triangle. In fact, this is not exactly jeyna. It’s more a study of the Piper/Jason/Reyna love triangle in the books. Mhh I don’t know if I’m ever going to write this anyway, so let me know.

The city of echoes. I’ve been thinking about this idea for the last week and I’m so in love with it. The subtitle is “All the times Jason and Reyna came back to each other”; the main plot takes place after ToA, but I want it to have as many flashbacks as possible. This one is going to be hot and sweet and rude, all at the same time. Both smutty and angsty. It’s mainly based on the myth of Phosphorus and Hesperus—the morning and the evening stars—, always thought to be so apart, and yet being the same thing. Exactly like Jason and Reyna. Three-shots.

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#Giselle

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Hey, what do you think about Medea? I know people portray her as a cruel witch but I think she never had someone besides her than her aunt; Circe. She really deserved to be happy, right?

This is the story of the wicked villain’s daughter who whispers in the hero’s ear and teaches him how to overcome every trial. Through her magic she transmutes the most insurmountable labor into triviality, she foils the villain’s pursuit so that her father cannot catch them in their flight.

(she chops her brother into pieces and casts the pieces to the sea, so that her father’s fleet must be hindered dredging up every bloody portion so that their king might bury his son)

She is wise, and she is good, and she is wonderful, filled with wonders, and the story never thinks to ask:

Why, with all her knowledge and her power, in all the years before the hero came, did she do nothing to curb her father’s wickedness?

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When Medea excoriates Jason for his betrayal, he snaps back in retort:

“You exaggerate your favors,” he sneers. “Should I thank you? Did you act purposefully? Or was it not the shafts of Eros, as Aphrodite willed, that compelled you to save my life?”  

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Medea loves her children dearly, and she kills them, and in that she is beyond compulsion.

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We might ask instead what purpose Jason served in the story, if Medea and the Argonauts accomplished all his feats for him. Did Jason on his own slaughter the six-armed Gegenees? Did he know how to withstand the fiery breath of the Kolkhis Bulls? Did he know the dangers of sowing the dragon’s teeth, how to lull the sleepless dragon into sleep?

Could he have outplayed the sirens, killed the bronze man Talos on his own initiative?

What was the point of him, then?

(the answer is: it was his story)

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When Medea returns to her home of Colchis many years later, after all the unpleasantness with Jason is well and done, she discovers her tyrannical father has been overthrown by his brother Perses, the new king.

Unfortunately for her, this is no happy ending. Perses hopes to purge her father’s bloodline and eliminate all other claimants to the throne.

So, she kills him.

(she is good at that, killing family)

It was said that when the Golden Fleece was removed from Colchis, so too would the king be removed from his throne. Medea returns, years later, and kills her uncle and restores her father to the throne, and the old wrong is finally set right.

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The dead are all still dead, of course.

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After Medea kills her brother, the gods demand she must be cleansed.

The Argo sails through storm and hellish steam and darkness, and finally docks at Circe’s island. Circe slits the throat of a piglet, stains their hands with its blood. The hearth fires blaze bright, and many cakes are brought out to be burnt as offerings to Zeus.

“There,” Circe says afterwards. “All done.”

Medea sits next to her on the polished chairs, looking at the thin dark line of pig’s blood still beneath her fingernails. “I don’t know that I can ever be cleansed of this.”

Her aunt smirks. “Too bad,” she says. “Ceremony’s over. You are.”

“I just -” she says, and looks towards the Argo where Jason is waiting, and feels her throat close up with emotion. “I feel like I’m going insane. I don’t know what I’ve done. I feel like I would do anything for him.” 

“The only morality in the world is love,” Circe says. “Everything else is mere ambition. Falling headlong into someone else’s story, and selfishly living out your own.”

“I helped kill him,” Medea says. “I killed my brother.”

“He was hunting you down. They would have killed you both, if they caught you.” Circe looks meditatively into the fire. “The gods have done worse, for worse reasons. Zeus, the Cleanser of Sins, once tried to devour his own daughter.”

They are silent for a time. The fire crackles cozily, and the burnt fragrance of cake hangs in the air. “I don’t deserve any of this,” Medea says.

“Ah, that’s the cruelty of it.” Circe sighs. “You are part mortal and part divine, a truth unto yourself, consequence unmoored from judgement.” She lays a hand over Medea’s. “You don’t deserve a damn thing.”

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When Medea kills her children, she weeps.

(but she has wept before, and gone on to do more wickedness, and so tears are neither salve nor salvation)

After her children are dead, Helios sends down a golden chariot from the heavens to carry her away, to carry away with her the bodies of her children, so that she might bury them with her own two hands in Hera’s sacred grove, safe from any further indignity or harm.

(as a sign from the gods, this might be taken as approval)

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This is how Medea’s story goes: Time passes and wounds slowly heal. She falls in love again, and has another child. She falls into old habits and once again tries to kill her lover’s son, but this time is unsuccessful. She is forced to flee, and at last returns to her father’s kingdom. She kills her uncle. More kinblood is shed.

Her son Medus grows up to take the throne, and he is so renowned in conquest that the Aryans rename themselves the Medes, in his and his mother’s name.

He is her darling son. She loves him dearly.  

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This is a happy ending, perhaps.