Random Ramblings 2.0

[winterisrambling]

“Hello.  My name is Luke Skywalker.  You killed my father.  Prepare to die.”

“Never go up against a Mandalorian when death is on the line!” *immediately falls into Sarlacc pit*

“Bye, boys!  Have fun storming the Death Star!”

“Wampas Of Unusual Size?  I don’t think they exist.”

“Do you want me to send you back to where you were?  Unemployed, on Hoth?”

“It just so happens that Obi-Wan here is only mostly dead.”

[astriiformes]

“Give us the access code.” “What access code?” “Chewie, tear his arms off.” “Ohhh you mean this access code!”

“I could give you my word as a Corellian…” “No good. I’ve known too many Corellians”

“Why can’t I see?” “You’ve been mostly-frozen all day.”

That day, she was amazed to discover that when he was saying “I know”, what he meant was, “I love you.” 

“Why do you wear that black mask? Were you burned on Mustafar, or something like that?” “Oh no, it’s just that they’re terribly comfortable. I think everyone will be wearing them in the future.”

“Luke doesn’t get eaten by the rancor at this time. ”What?” “The rancor doesn’t get him. I’m explaining to you because you look nervous.”

[thelibrarina]

“The Fowce is what bwings us togevver today. It suwwounds us, and penetwates us. It binds the gawaxy togevver.”

[ao3commentoftheday]

I've been noticing myself doing this recently, so I figured I'd put it out there in case someone else needs the reminder too:

You don't need to diminish yourself in order to make others feel good about themselves.

You can compliment someone else without insulting yourself. In fact, demeaning yourself will probably make it more difficult for the other person to accept the compliment.

You also don't need to disparage your own abilities in order to give someone else confidence. You can be a capable person and support other capable people.

Don't tear yourself down to build someone else up.

[ao3commentoftheday]

Just going to put some examples here, in case anyone needs them:

Compliment: You write such great angst! I was in tears after that last chapter. Compliment + self-insult: I could never write angst like you. Mine never has that gut-punch that yours does.

Compliment: You look gorgeous! That's such a pretty colour on you. Compliment + self-insult: I wish I had your fashion sense. I just wear whatever smells clean.

Compliment: This piece is awe-inspiringly good! How long did it take you?? Compliment + self-insult: Your art is so much better than mine. I could practice for a million years and never get close to this.

The thing about insulting yourself while complimenting someone else is that you might think that you're making your compliment sound that much better because you're increasing the distance between their level and yours. But what you're actually doing is refocusing your compliment away from them and onto you and your insecurities.

Maybe they'll notice and maybe they won't, but you will. Eventually, all of the insults you've given yourself will make you feel bad about that other person's skills and now, instead of a mentor or a colleague you have someone you're jealous of. Or at least, that's how it tends to go for me.

Keep the compliment focused on that person and their skills or presentation or process etc. And if you want to learn from them, ask them for advice. It can be hard to notice when you're falling into this kind of habit - I thought I'd gotten past it but here I am again - so just do the best you can ❤️

[michellegun-deactivated20230629]

there should be a show about a modern girl trying to achieve sainthood/martyrdom i think you'd have a lot of shit to work with there also it would be kind of funny like her peers are at an age where theyre obsessing over boys while shes obsessing over how her chances of being burned at the cross is getting thinner and thinner and how hard being canonized will be in this age of late stage capitalism where she'll sin regardless of intent and also since at a young age shes harbored an intense fixation over female saints not because of any underlying reasons it's totally not because she's a lesbian and also one time in 4th grade during recess she tried to incite her classmates to stone her to death and she likes to go hunting for angels and once she tried to rob a medieval grave under the belief that her holy weapon was hidden deep there. she's such a silly little girl

[berlockholmes]

I would genuinely watch this. Problematic though it maybe.

[babyanimalgifs]

One dog has ear medicine she needs and the other one also thinks he needs it too 

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[bundibird]

Oh my gosh, mine does this EXACT SAME THING.

The cocker spaniel is prone to ear infections, so she needs a solution squirted down her ear canal and massaged in on a regular basis. She absolutely HATES it, but she endures it because she’s a good girl and she knows she gets treats after.

The border collie does NOT have ear issues, and doesn’t need the solution, but every time I’ve finished doing the cocker spaniel’s ears, he comes slinking up to me with his tail between his legs and an expression like “It is my turn for the ear torture. 😔😔 do your worst. 😔😔😔” and he will KEEP ACTING LIKE THAT until I put the closed nozzle of the ear solution into his ear and tip it upside down and massage his ear for a bit. Then I tell him he’s done and he immediately turns delighted, because “oh, wow, I survived the ear torture, and now I’m just vibrating with delight at my survival, wow, that was rough, but I made it through”

At literally no stage did we ever tell him he needed his ears done. He just saw the cocker spaniel getting it done, and was like, “oh. 😔 ear medicine for all of us 😔”

[jacobtheloofah]

[cairistiona7]

The McDonald’s french fry is unbelievable. When you bite into it, you think: It’s so tasty, it can’t be real. As soon as it gets cold, it turns to lard and flubble. I mean, have you ever tried to eat a McDonald’s french fry that’s gone cold? That’s one of the circles of hell. The gulf between the warm, fresh, lightly salted McDonald’s french fry and the cold McDonald’s french fry is as great a gulf as any I know. - Viggo Mortensen, Esquire magazine (x)

[laralaralara]

#this quote gets progressively more interesting all the way until the quote source #it’s just a rollercoaster ride

[bregia]

Viggo Mortensen: French Fry Scholar, Esquire Magazine Journal, vol. 23.

[monstrousgourmandizingcats]

Thanks Aragorn

[roach-works]

ok so what if you worked in an old office building that had cool gargoyles on the outside. that’s sick, right? you don’t get why no one else thinks the gargoyles are awesome. you didn’t even watch that old 90′s gargoyle cartoon because you were too little when it was airing, but you’re vaguely familiar with the plot. you always did like the thought of statues and pictures and paintings having secret lives where no one could see. 

in the summer, when it turns out the windows open, you leave a cup of coffee out on the ledge for the gargoyle that’s nearest the breakroom. it’s funny. it’s just a cute joke. your coworkers laugh, but not really at you. it’s harmlessly silly, and frankly working in an office kind of sucks. no one minds something extra to smile about. 

the next day you go to get the mug back. the coffee’s gone, but the cup’s half full of rainwater and cigarette butts. haha, cute joke, someone else must be in on it. you wash the cup and put it back out fresh for the gargoyle. everyone’s calling him greg now. everyone smiles over greg’s morning coffee. greg needs his fix! greg is a valued employee. keep up the good work, greg. you set a mug of coffee out for greg every morning, now. 

the stuff in the coffee mug that’s left behind keeps changing, though. it’s different every morning: always rainwater, but also cigarette butts, coffee grounds, a handful of gravel, some bottlecaps, gross old pennies. receipt papers, pigeon feathers, half a shoe.

then one morning it’s a whole, wrapped snickers bar. still in half a cup of dirty rainwater, but the plastic’s fine, the candy inside should be good. 

‘huh. thanks, greg,’ you say, and after you get greg his coffee, you open the candy bar and have it right there, sitting on the windowsill. 

‘so that’s what you guys eat,’ the gargoyle says, satisfied. 

[kingbuffy]

Frank Oz and Jim Henson ad-lib as Fozzie and Kermit in this test footage for the first Muppet movie, and honestly it’s pure gold.

[evanelleonyx]

This is a professional shitpost roleplay.

[annabellioncourt]

I’m crying becuase this is something I’ve never seen before, something original of that era of the Muppets with both Oz and Henson working on one of my favorite movies, but also becuase this is the funniest thing I have seen in mONTHS.

[bulldyke-rider-deactivated20251]

I got this idea from a recovering addict, but it kinda helps with non-linear healing from other problems.

But the idea is like to not use day streaks but instead use percentages. "I did x bad thing 100% of the time before, now I do it 70% of the time" You can see your improvement and it's more encouraging than having a day streak you constantly break.

Unless you wanna use that streak as like a high score. Idk, that might help. But the idea is to try to not feel like you're starting over from the beginning because it will make you want to give up.

And you can do it in reverse too. You can go from doing a positive thing 0% of the time to 40% of the time. And you may like not be getting past a day or two streak of doing it, but you've still made a ton of progress.

You can go from 100% to 50% or 0% to 50% and never get past a one day streak. But that 50% change is massive.

[junkalopes]

[apricops]

Political power in medieval Germany was always split between, on the one hand, the few major families whose power could rival or at least threaten the Holy Roman Emperor, and on the other hand a collection of independent towns and smallholders. The balance of power was, one could say, between five guys, burghers, and freis.

[batmantaking-hobbits2gallifrey]

@theamiableanachronism

[illluminirk]

we have no sign of how christ treated his betrayer on a daily basis, you know. we do know he was trusted with money, and that they had no idea it would be him. when it was said that one of their number would betray their lord, not one of them nodded sagely and said “i knew it, it’s judas.” not one of them.

how easy it would have been for him to put distance there, to just step away, to lessen the pain and the sting every time judas looked at him. but no. no, not christ. it was always, always, always love.

there is constant agony over the knowledge that jesus CHOSE him. a crowd, a following, all of israel to chose to be one of his closest friends, and jesus looked at the multitude and met the eyes of the one with a greedy heart and jealous mind and he said “that one.” he looked at his betrayer, the one who would commit the Sin of Sins, and he smiled and he said “father, give him to me.”

“let him be mine.”

“i choose death. i choose pain. i choose to let this one know my heart before he breaks it.”

he could have been delivered up another way. someone else could have told the priests — someone could have seen the group and known and ran to earn payment. someone who was unaffiliated, whom they wouldn’t have known and been so hurt by.

but no. no, jesus looked at him and loved him.

god made the job harder in no physical manner, only with love. and so no one has ever, i think, broken the lord’s heart so thoroughly as judas. because he let the serpent into the nest and made it comfortable, walked toward the hungry lion with welcoming arms.

in the end, it was also the story of us, betraying him who we had no reason to betray, and suffering the burden for it when we refused his grace. our redemption in the arms of him whom we worst offended. “while we were yet sinners”

judas is the story of grace overflowing, cascading, washing over us all. jesus pulled him into dances, had inside jokes, sat next to him at meals, ruffled his hair in the mornings, winked at him during sermons. judas was no outcast — he was in jesus’ close circle, his family. jesus stayed up late sometimes with him and talked about stars while the other disciples slept around the fire. they had dialogue about old testament verses and their meaning, swapped stories of their childhoods, kissed each others’ mothers on the cheek. judas heard his sermons and likely had comments, questions, ideas, adorations. (because jesus chose to lead him but judas chose to follow) they were blood brothers, until judas shed jesus’ blood, sold his brother for silver, did not listen when all the earth cried out. (all creation, all eternity building to this climax) (cain and abel) (joseph and judah) (yeshua and judas) (we’ve heard this before, we know how it ends don’t we, god bring the plot twist or avert our eyes)

most powerful of all, when christ washed his feet. kneeling, wrapped in a towel, and silently, gently, lovingly he lifting the feet of his betrayer to intimately clean them.

“i knew it, it was judas” never came from any of their mouths, not even from the mouth of he who knew. instead he smiled, and the kiss was only expected. “i knew it, it was judas” “father let him be mine”

“i choose judas”

[lotr-shitposts]

[macrolit]

Why you joined Tumblr

Reblog this and say in three words or less what led you to join Tumblr.

[toastbutteregg]

[eveningsol]

“I don’t deserve a friend like you.” “Clara, I’m terribly sorry, but I’m exactly what you deserve.”

[secretsivekept]

I have a very curious question for people - have any of you had a Peanut Butter and Honey sandwich?

I grew up thinking it was 100% completely normal, but when i brought it up to a friend one time they were like “?????? WHAT???? YOU EAT PEANUT BUTTER AND HONEY???? TOGETHER????”

And im like “Yeah??????? Its no different than PB n J, its just… PB n H?????”

But then they asked around and then reported back to me that THEIR friends didn’t know what i was talking about, so…. As I was reminded of this convo by eating a PB and honey sandwich, i gotta wonder if that’s a thing you guys think is normal or if you’ve even heard of it.

[fruitpilled-peachcel]

I love stories of pagan converts to Christianity during the Dark Ages because most often these warrior kings and chieftains would listen to the story of Christ's crucifixion and without missing a beat they'd be like "If I was there with my boys we would've saved him."

Hes a little confused but hes got the spirit

[fruitpilled-peachcel]

[godblesskurt]

reblogging with @freenarnian ‘s tags😂😂

#'were you there when they cru–'#the Franks: CLEARLY NOT