shanastoryteller:

i really want a sign or art or something that i can hang in my home that says “you shall not pass this way again” 

which sounds ominous and threatening, but i’m actually referring to one of my favorite quotes: 

“I expect to pass through this world but once; any good thing therefore that I can do, or any kindness that I can show to any fellow creature, let me do it now; let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.” — Stephen Grellet

memeberd:

THE B IN PETER B PARKER STANDS FOR BURRITO EVERYBODY

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saxifraga-x-urbium:

limblogs:

cocoartistwrites:

multismusa:

What she says: I’m fine.

What she means: I understand the Chronicles of Narnia was at its heart a fairytale with theological analogies for children. But why did Lewis never address how they had to adapted to life on Earth again. Why does no one talk about how the Pevensies had to grow up with a kingdom of responsibilities on their shoulders, only to return to Earth and be children. Take Lucy, she was youngest and perhaps she adapted more quickly-but she had the memories and mind of a grown woman in an adolescent body. Edmund literally found himself in Narnia, he went from a selfish boy to mature and experienced man. He found a purpose and identity through his experiences to come back as just Edmund, Peter’s younger brother. Did people wonder why the sullen, sour boy came back, carrying himself like a wisened king? Did his mother wonder why he and Peter suddenly got along so well, why they spent so much time together now? And Susan, the girl of logistics and reason came back with a difference in her. She learned how to be a diplomat and ambassador, Susan the Gentle had to live to endure not-so-gentle circumstances. She had the respect she wanted, only to be just another teen girl. And Peter, he entered the manhood and maturity he so wanted. He earned the responsibility and stripes he yearned for. He learned to command armies and conduct the menial tasks demanded of a king to rule a nation. But he came back, appearing to be just anther glory-hungry boy. Not to mention the PTSD they must have struggled with. Especially Edmund. How often did he wake up in a sweat, screaming a sibling or comrade’s name? His parents believe it’s the war, but it’s an entirely different one he has nightmares about. How often did he have trouble with flashbacks and mood swings? And how many times did he and Peter sit over a newspaper or near the radio listening to reports on the troops. How often did they pour over lost battles and debate better strategies. Did their parents ever wonder why they seemed to understand flight war so well? How long was it before they stopped discussing these things in front of people? Why does no one talk about this??? 

Why am i fucking crying

Why does no one talk about how the Pevensies had to grow up with a kingdom of responsibilities on their shoulders, only to return to Earth and be children

It’s not addressed because it’s understood. It was the shared experience of the generation. You are describing coming home from World War One, battle wearied and aged beyond belief, but walking around in the body of a youth. C S Lewis went to the front line of the Somme on his nineteenth birthday and went back to complete uni in 1918 after demob.

Not seen it with this very very pertinent addition before

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you-are-really-perfect:

one-time-i-dreamt:

I walked into the kitchen at what seemed like 10 in the morning and six people I didn’t recognise were there and I was like, wtf, why are there sTrAnGeRs iN mY hOuSe, and they just turned and were basically like, oh crap, and five of them dashed out the back door and one girl just walked up to me and said apologetically, “Sorry about this,” and just outright slapped me and I woke up.

thats not a dream these people were astral traveling in your house

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ironinkpen:

ironinkpen:

ironinkpen:

ironinkpen:

just watched spiderverse again so here’s another hot concept: now that the multiverse is all blendy, portals start popping up everywhere in new york. it’s usually only for a few seconds, just long enough for a Villain of the Week to fly through and a spiderperson to swing in and punch them back into their dimension, sometimes with an assist from their new spiderman. nyc quickly settles into its new normal and starts debating which spidey team up is the coolest. meanwhile officer jefferson davis is starting to get real annoyed with the homeless-looking guy who keeps wandering through portals to “check up on” spiderman

officer davis: sir you need to go back through that portal right now or you could get stuck here and also die

peter b parker, watching miles swing straight into a wall and try to brush it off like he did it on purpose: haha nice

officer davis, upon running into peter for the fifth time in two weeks: sir please, you can’t just keep walking into other dimensions, it’s incredibly dangerous, you have to-

peter “been there done that” parker, cupping his hands in front of his mouth: yeah yeah yeah just- hold on- hey! hey spiderman! do a backflip!

officer davis, for the thirtieth time: sir. sir please.

peter b parker, who has recently been informed that officer davis is miles’s dad so stop talking to him you weirdo-: i know, this is super dangerous blah blah blah, i’ll go in a sec. but hey listen lol, next time you see spiderman can you ask him if he’s been using baby powder under his suit? especially the crotch area. he was looking stiff that last fight and i think he might be chaffing in the downstairs if you know what i mean-

spiderman, dropping from the sky to just fucking. toss hobo guy back through the portal: haha is this man bothering you officer

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kyraneko:

kyraneko:

palaeofail-explained:

If various minerals really did “absorb negative energies” or whatever then you’d expect geologists to be just like the calmest most focused people ever. and yet,

I was a geology major for like two years and this post made me collapse into helpless laughter.

I mean, for a certain value of focused … yeah.

(That value of focus is “have to start field trips by directing the student riding shotgun that they must grab the wheel whenever the van drives through a rock cut or canyon because the professor will be busy ogling the rock formation out the driver’s-side window” but it technically counts as “focused.”)

Calm?

These are people who throw things across their classroom when a volcano movie gets something wrong, and pour liquid nitrogen under the door to their colleagues’ offices as a prank.

They are not calm.

Theory: minerals do “absorb negative energies,” but then they gotta put it somewhere. and that somewhere is “geologists.”

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