Though they fought and lived with honor and dignity until the end, both Thresh and Rue, were so young. But our lives aren’t just measured in years. They’re measured in the lives of people we touch around us. For myself, for Katniss, we know that without Rue and without Thresh we wouldn’t be standing here today. So in recognition of that, knowing that it in no way can make up for your loss. We’d like to donate one month of our winnings to the families of the tributes, every year, for the rest of our lives.
Just a reminder:the natural diet of these birds is BONES. Not just bone marrow; actual bone shards. They pick up huge freaking bones from carcasses and drop them onto rocks until they get spiky pieces and then they swallow them. Their stomach acid dissolves bone.
look me in the eye and tell me that’s not a fucking dragon
And they aren’t naturally red like that. That’s self-applied makeup. They find the reddest earth they can to work into their feathers as a status symbol.
And they don’t scavenge other parts of carcases, just the bones. 85-90% of their diet is exclusively bone. Hence why it’s only a myth that these birds would just pick up whole lambs and carry them off. It’s not true, but in German they’re still called Lämmergeier as a result.
“I’ll tell them how I survive it. I’ll tell them that on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in things because I’m afraid it could be taken away. That’s when I make a list in my head of every act of goodness I’ve seen someone do. It’s like a game. Repetitive. Even a little tedious after more than twenty years. But there are much worse games to play.”
sorry i only like people that i never have a chance with