Inane Ramblings

Fandoms: Stargate SG-1, Sherlock, LOTR, X-Files, Star Wars, Narnia, Star Trek, Marching Band and anything else I find amusing.

[ollielephant]

[cumonthevoid]

none pizza with left beef

[the-chocolate-chip-pancake-blog]

It should be a rule of Tumblr to always reblog none pizza with left beef

[worldheritagepostorganization]

World Heritage Post

[therandomwatcher]

Reblogged. I don't make the rules.

[vonbaghager]

A faerie introduces himself. Then, holding out a hand, asks, “And your name, please?”

And, like a fool, you give it to him.

[monstersdownthepath]

I got asked for clarification on this (but can’t reblog that particular post cuz on mobile), which I’m more than happy to provide.

In this post, a faerie is asking for ‘your’ name. The way he is wording it, however, and the accompanying beckoning motion, makes it seem as though he is asking for you to physically hand your name over. Which, because of how some faeries operate, he is.

In this instance, saying your name aloud to the fae would be literally giving your name over to him, the exact consequences of which are left up to the imagination–usually, a fae even knowing your name gives it some measure of power over you, but giving something your name would likely let it completely take over your life.

In this instance, the wording you want to use is something like “I will not give you my name, but I will tell you that it’s [name].” Alternately, you can just lie to him.

[ayellowbirds]

Might i suggest the less direct yet still name-preserving “you may call me…”? It dodges the request while still giving an answer of a name, which does not even have to be yours, but any name you feel like telling the fae they can use to refer to you. I would recommend “Ainsel”.

[linkedsoul]

The first time he asks for your name is the first time you meet him. He appears as you walk by the færie ring, that you have not entered because your grandmother has repeated so many times not to do so, and, curious of your presence, watches as you jump when you notice him.

You recognize him instantly. It is the Fæ whose influence your village is under, the one the elders have told you and your friends to be wary about, for the people who have been seen walking away with him have never come back.

You don’t know what he does to them. The villagers have never dared to confront him about it, never dare to address to him at all. He is not evil: he sometimes speaks blessings upon the cattle, talks the horses to calm after a storm, ensures a good harvest for the farmers, makes the flower bloom in spring even when the weather is still too cold. He is, simply, a Fæ, whose ways humans cannot understand.

Keep reading

[therandomwatcher]

Wonderful short story.

[ruthyless-deactivated20140511]

when i was younger i had a really bad fear of danny devito when i was going to sleep so my older brother gave me a watch that he set to like 8 hours ahead so that it was always daytime on the watch when i was asleep and he told me it would confuse danny devito and he would think it was daytime and get scared of the sun and leave me alon

[tardis-mind-palace]

Your brother is the best

[elrondbaggins]

Who the fuck changed this from vampires to Danny devito

[aliceinpunderland-blog]

the real question is why I was completely ready to accept that this person had a debilitating childhood fear of Danny Devito

[worldheritagepostorganization]

World Heritage Post

[therandomwatcher]

It's me?

Hi!

[writing-prompt-s]

You were a god of textiles; respected, but generally considered a minor deity. But everything changed when mortals started regularly describing spacetime and reality as a 'fabric'.

[therandomwatcher]

Ooohhh....

[usernamessuk]

AO3 IS DOWN I REPEAT AO3 IS DOWN

[therandomwatcher]

"I'm going to eat a small burrito and then should we...to glory? (Play Valheim)," my husband asked.

"Yes."

(beat)

"To glory!"

We both give each other Growron eyes.

"You know it's true love when you give each other Gowron eyes," I tell him laughing.

He's laughing so hard he's on the floor behind the kitchen island. "All I'm picturing, right? Is 'lovey dovey eyes', 'bedroom eyes', and 'Gowron eyes'."

"Glory to you and your spouse!"

He raises a hand above the counter and flips me off.

[pusheen]

[vangoghcore]

by gsatkowiak

[therandomwatcher]

Snoqualmie Valley always delivers

[therandomwatcher]

Simpsons S23 Ep6 The Book Job aged like a fine wine.

[therandomwatcher]

I played Animal Crossing New Leaf for the first time in four years this evening. Oh my weeds!

[maxkirin]

So, let me guess– you just started a new book, right? And you’re stumped. You have no idea how much an AK47 goes for nowadays. I get ya, cousin. Tough world we live in. A writer’s gotta know, but them NSA hounds are after ya 24/7. I know, cousin, I know. If there was only a way to find out all of this rather edgy information without getting yourself in trouble…

You’re in luck, cousin. I have just the thing for ya.

It’s called Havocscope. It’s got information and prices for all sorts of edgy information. Ever wondered how much cocaine costs by the gram, or how much a kidney sells for, or (worst of all) how much it costs to hire an assassin?

I got your back, cousin. Just head over to Havocscope.

((PS: In case you’re wondering, Havocscope is a database full of information regarding the criminal underworld. The information you will find there has been taken from newspapers and police reports. It’s perfectly legal, no need to worry about the NSA hounds, cousin ;p))

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[writing-prompt-s]

Assassins

“Below are selected prices that are paid to professional assassins by criminal organizations and drug cartels for a contract hit.

In Australia, the median price to hire a hit man is $13,610 (9,800 Euros), with the price going up to $83,000 (60,000 Euros) based on the task.

In Mexico, the cost for a low level assassin is $208 (150 Euros), and up to $20,832 (15,000 Euros) for a higher profile target like a police chief.

The prices paid in Argentina are between $3,749 (2,700 Euros) to $5,555 (4,000 Euros) per hit.

Government statistics in Spain state that 40 assassinations take place each year, with prices for the hit ranging between $27 (20 Euros) to $69,000 (50,000 Euros).”

So cheap! I always thought things like this would cost more than $1 million…

[writer-wannabe-needs-inspiration]

This is super useful to know!

[writing-prompt-s]

and not just for writing!!

[ladybugseatppl]

@katherine-rose

[katherine-rose]

HOLY FUCK

HOW MANY HOURS HAVE I WASTED TRYING TO FIND HEROIN PRICES ON THE INTERNET WHAT A GREAT DATABASE

[midnight-spectrum-again]

I needed this

[rheevalka]

Actually useful. Sometimes incognito isn’t enough.

[tommyparkerr]

and suddenly my life just became much easier

[galaxy-of-stories]

I’ve heard of this before but the GIFs made it better 

[therandomwatcher]

Redd from Animal Crossing wrote this.

[therandomwatcher]

Gamer-corn!

[iblamethenubbins]

Shit Carter says

[maddieimhot]

KAWOOSH!

[therandomwatcher]

I can't remember which one the top middle one comes from or the middle left one... dang.

[mirkwoodest]

Obsessed with the fact that this really happened😳

[wan-shailu]

When I was a student at Oxford, both C. S. Lewis and J. R. R. Tolkien were lecturing there, Lewis magnificently and Tolkien badly and inaudibly, and the climate of opinion was such that people explained Lewis’s children’s books by saying ‘It’s his Christianity, you know,’ as if the books were the symptom of some disease, while of Tolkien they said he was wasting his time on hobbits when he should have been writing learned articles…

I imagine I caused Tolkien much grief by turning up to hear him lecture week after week, while he was trying to wrap his lectures up after a fortnight and get on with The Lord of the Rings (you could do that in those days, if you lacked an audience, and still get paid). I sat there obdurately despite all his mumbling and talking with his face pressed up to the blackboard, forcing him to go on expounding every week how you could start with a simple quest-narrative and, by gradually twitching elements as it went along, arrive at the complex and entirely different story of Chaucer’s Pardoner’s Tale – a story that still contains the excitement of the quest-narrative that seeded it. What little I heard of all this was wholly fascinating.

– Diana Wynne Jones

[elodieunderglass]

I think about this a lot, often in the context of "the remarkable amount of resources that Tolkien was able to funnel into LotR" but often because I just really like Diana Wynne Jones

[alianoralacanta]

Then I wonder why this great mind could not have simply condensed his official material into a few weeks (Diane could probably have read them that fast) and spent the rest of term swearing Diane to secrecy and then spent the rest of term working on the book in lectures (”no peeking, and see me when you’ve written a page on why a confession works for setting a quest narrative in the Pardoner’s Tale”).

[autie-j]

[therandomwatcher]

I fully support people being able to curate their own online experience, and blocking anyone they feel they need to.

That being said, the occasional times I've gone to like/comment on Pinterest and can't because I've been blocked have always been a bit baffling. I don't get into debates on Pinterest and the majority of my interactions are positive types, sharing a joke, telling someone good job, or occasionally correcting misinformation in a dull sort of way.

It's extra baffling when I double check the users boards and it's a bunch of fairly benign and inane stuff like comics, funny tumbrl quotes, fandom, art, memes... The same stuff I tend to gravitate towards incidentally. Not exactly highly divisive stuff. (Side note: I don't get into ship wars).

I always wonder, did they misinterpret something I said? Easy enough to happen online and my brain damage post-Covid definitely doesn't help. But of course there's no chance to apologize or correct what I was trying to say.

I'm sure some of them are just plain disagreements. Which okay, sure, if you gotta protect your sanity you do what you gotta do.

Course that leads to the last thing which always makes me feel a bit sad. The number of times I've gone to tell someone they have a good point, or their joke made me laugh, or to offer encouragement about something.

They never get to see those either.

I dunno, I guess I just wish there was some kind of less nuclear option sometimes, or at least a way to tell what it was that set them off. Maybe I've got a turn of phrase that isn't taken the way I expect. Be nice to be able to have the option to change something if I need to.

But I'll never know.