Per aspera ad astra

I know this is going to make me sound pretensions but I have to get it off my chest. I feel an unimaginable rage when someone posts a photo and is like "this picture looks like a renaissance painting lol" when the photo clearly has the lighting, colors and composition of a baroque or romantic painting. There are differences in these styles and those differences are important and labeling every "classical" looking painting as renaissance is annoying and upsetting to me. And anytime I come across one of those posts I have to put down my phone and go take a walk because they make me so mad

In case you're curious here's what I mean.

Renaissance(distinct lines, stability and the individual man):

Baroque (bold, chaotic, dramatic):

Romantic(romanticize the simple hard working life):

Do you see the difference?

this post has re-wired my brain in the best way

HOLY SHIT, IT WAS THE ORIGINAL ONE

MAKE A WISH

the first post ever on tumblr

I WAS EXPECTING IT TO BE A REMAKE OF SOME SORT HOLY FUCK

WHO THE FUCK KEEPS BRINGING THIS BACK

World Heritage Post

like actually though. i’m in AWE of the notecount.

Oompa Loompa Doompety Deen

You're being sent to the guillotine

Oompa Loompa Doompety Date

Sentenced to treason against the state

Oopma Loompa Doompety Dowder

You were found with tons of black powder

Oopma Loompa Doompety Demnt

In the Basements of Parliament

what’s the difference between a piano, a tuna, and a pot of glue?

you can tuna piano, but you can’t piano a tuna

What does glue have to do with this

i knew you’d get stuck there

good lord they died in this glue trap

Vader: [opening a desk drawer in Obi-Wan’s old room] Let’s see what this old fool kept in here…[picking up a piece of paper]  Obi-Wan: [in a letter] 

Dear Anakin, 

If you’re reading this, then you must be rifling through my belongings, which means you are either extremely bored (in which case I suggest going and tidying up your quarters, which I don’t need to see to know are a disaster,) or I’ve been missing for an extended amount of time and the Order needs the room to store extra chairs, or I’ve died, possibly while trying to rid the galaxy of General Grievous. If I am in fact dead, I hope this letter finds you well in spite of it, and that you have not gone off the deep end or murdered anyone in an attempt to avenge me. (…unless it’s Grievous, I suppose.)

You will find attached to this letter the receipts for several items in my room, such as the electric tea kettle. I hope you can at least return them for store credit. 

I’ve set up a college savings plan with the Galactic Bank of Coruscant, because I noticed that Senator Amidala is obviously pregnant, and since I am not nearly as dense as you apparently think I am, I presume the child is yours. The account information is in my safe, which I would give you the combination to except that I know you have been breaking into it since you were 14. 

If you do intend to eventually leave the Order, as I suspect you might, please make sure that you give the Council two weeks’ notice. It’s only polite, and you never know when you may need to use them as a reference. Even though I know you clash with them, they do care about you.

Finally, please make sure Duchess Satine’s nephew gets the inheritance I’ve left him (the information is also in my safe, and no, I’m not going to tell you any more details about this. I realize how much this is going to torment you, and I’d be lying if I said that’s not bringing a smile to my face.) 

Your blanket is in the hamper. Wash it on the gentle cycle. The password for the wi-fi, in case you’ve forgotten, is BuyYourOwnDataPlanAnakin.

Be well, my Padawan, and I shall see you again someday – hopefully many years from now – when you, too, rejoin the Force. Don’t forget to change the payment settings for Netflix now that I’m dead or you’ll fall behind on your programs. 

Yours,  Obi-Wan Kenobi  PS: Don’t let Vos speak at my funeral. 

This remains one of my favorite things I have ever written because everyone is SO VERY ANGRY WITH ME ABOUT IT.

I love this it is the best thing ever

@flickeringflame216 LOOK AT THIS

*showing visible symptoms* oh my god i need help desperately

*symptoms go away for one day* what if im just faking it

I have conflicting feelings about whether Elladan and Elrohir continue to meet with Arwen after she's made the choice to become mortal. On the one hand, it may be easier and less painful for them all not to keep in touch, knowing time will run out eventually. On the other hand, they may want to be a part of her life as much as they can, and take with them as many memories of their sister as possible. 

If it's the latter case, then I imagine Arwen writing letters or journals over the years, recording her mortal life, her family with Aragorn, the friends she meets and loses, her joys and griefs, and everything she and him do to rebuild the world. But towards the end of her life - or when the twins sail - she writes a final entry and gives all that she wrote to her brothers, so that they may carry the record of her life to the Undying Lands and to their parents. 

Celebrían reads it all in one go. She's hungry for the words of her daughter, to learn about the life she doesn't get to witness first hand, and the grandchildren she will never meet. She feels bittersweet. She already lost Arwen long ago, and when she sailed she knew there was a chance she would not see her children again, them being Half-elven and having the opportunity to choose a mortal life. Celebrían has made peace with so much trauma and her own choice to leave Middle-earth, and she accepts the loss, though she also mourns it deeply. 

It is not the same with Elrond. He reads Arwen's journal extremely slowly, just one entry once in a decade, or in a century. He savours every word. But the closer he gets to the final entry, the longer the gaps in his reading become. For as long as there are new entries to be read and things to be learned, Arwen is still alive. Once he reads the final lines, the voice of his daughter will be silenced forever.