12 Times Han Solo Used The Force Without Knowing It
I need Han to accidentally be force strong, mostly because HE WOULD HATE THAT SO MUCH “Wow so you’re basically a self-taught Jedi” “WHAT–ARE YOU–I’M THE BEST PILOT IN–” “That’s force shit” “I’M AN EXCELLENT SHOT” “Yeah, because of the force” “I’M INCREDIBLY PERSUASIVE” “That’s the force making people believe your terrible lies against all reason ” “I’LL SEE YOU IN HELL”
I can picture his reaction now…
No, but this is:
George Lucas can pry Force Sensitive Han from my cold dead hands.
I love everything about this theory, but my favourite part of it by far is now utterly offended he’d be by the suggestion.
PM: I nearly brushed my teeth with your cortisone cream.
DD: For one thing, its whitening and breath-freshening effects are greatly overstated...
Also great for armed robberies, 1964
the-paintrist: jeza-red: This is a painting of Jacek Malczewski called simply ‘Death’ and it’s my...
This is a painting of Jacek Malczewski called simply ‘Death’ and it’s my favourite personification of death in any medium.
She’s not creepy or scary, or sexy, or abstract. She is this thick woman with worn hands, dressed as normal, with a non-stylised scythe and pins in her hair: like a farmer’s wife that just came form the field and rests against the wall, catching some sun. She is not creeping about the dying one holding her scythe over their head, she is just there, calmly waiting her turn.
This painting always fills me with peace and optimism when I think about death. She is just there, outside the window, in no hurry at all, sensible and down to earth. I can live with that.
Jacek Malczewski (15 July 1854 – 8 October 1929) is one of the most revered painters of Poland, associated with the patriotic Young Poland movement following the century of Partitions. He is regarded as the father of Polish Symbolism. In his creative output, Malczewski combined the predominant style of his times, with historical motifs of Polish martyrdom, the Romantic ideals of independence, Christian and Greek traditions, folk mythology, as well as his love of the natural environment.
I’ve always kind of liked the Hobbit concept of the birthday, where you
give everybody else presents. So as a nod in this direction, while I’m
off gorging myself on cake of some kind or another (because Peter is
taking me away for the weekend and has promised me that THERE WILL BE
CAKE), here’s the scoop: since I am 66 today,* everything of mine at
Ebooks Direct is on sale at 66% off until 23:59 PM Hawaiian time on May
Yes, even the 9-volume Young Wizards New Millennium Editions box sets. Today they’re available at a really crazy price, so if you’ve been thinking about acquiring these, now’s your chance to grab yourself a bargain. (Just a note to remind you that all these books are in the process of being republished with new covers and interior formatting, so if you pick up a set now, expect free updates in the coming weeks. The store will email you with new download links when this happens.)
Click on this link to go to the Birthday Sale page with the full inventory.
Meanwhile, everybody have a really good day, because I’m now off to get packed and see about that cake. :)
*AND NOW ELIGIBLE FOR MY IRISH “SENIOR” BUS PASS, HURRAY!!! (heh heh)
They have NO idea what they’re turning loose on this poor unsuspecting
Do you read Neil Gaiman? I just started reading American Gods a few days ago, and something about the way he writes about the US and its landscape and culture echoes my memories of So You Want to be a Wizard and the way you talk about New York. Both...
I definitely read Neil. I’m a fan of his from way back. :) And being compared to him in any old way is high praise around here, believe me. So thanks for that!
Redditor _GoldGuy_ watched and took photos as his impressively laid-back cat befriended a chipmunk. The two were tentative at first, but eventually the tiny, stripy rodent was lounging on the cat’s fluffy back and later nestling under his even floofier belly.
[via Bored Panda]
When you roll a 23 and charm the dragon.
You have been visited by the Public Domain Etrog Photo of Double Friendship. Reblog today and you will have two new good friends by Sukkot.
mirrorfalls: Fundamentalist fearmongering video: This dungeon “master” is given complete control and...
Fundamentalist fearmongering video: This dungeon “master” is given complete control and “players” must do whatever dark things are demanded of them.
Real DM: Please, just cross the river. You’ve all tried to seduce the catfish and it didn’t work. I’m begging you.
(chuckle) From this month’s French edition of FLOW Magazine: the French translation of that quote from So You Want To Be A Wizard. (via @makiwi at Twitter)
knight: rides into battle without helmet everyone: gives him strange looks
knight: “kitty was sleeping in it”
everyone: nods in agreement
i Still cant believe sneaking out is an Actual thing that teenagers Do
this is just so unrealistic to me like what the fuck how do yall do it??? i have Arguments and Questions
1. like what am i supposed to do if i live in a building??? do i just wait for the elevator?? do i take the stairs?? mind me there could be a Lot of stairs
2. how THE FUCK do yall manage to do all this shit without waking anyone up?? this is So Fake!! if i so much as sneeze into my pillow my mom will come into my room and see if my ass is okay and then complain that i woke her up
3. HOW THE FUCK DONT YOUR PARENTS REALIZE YALL ARE GONE?? AND HOW DO YOU MANAGE TO COME BACK?? WHAT THE FUCK!!
4. if my mom found out that id been going places in the middle of the night u bet your ass id be dead the next day
5. i dont believe in this concept At All
i mean i guess it’s possible the way american houses are built but it’s still a bit far fetched imo but yea growing up in Puerto Rico in an urbanizacion it was like lmao you can’t sneak out in a house like that. first of all our windows are miami style of whatever, second of all there’s only 1 functioning door (technically our house had 2 but 1 of them had potted plants on both sides so it was never used but in any case both were on the same side of the house), and the house is so small like you would hear someone opening and closing it. plus you just know at least 1 person on your street would be up and would spill that piping hot tea to your parents the next day.
so my sister snuck out of the house one night because we live in an old house in the country that’s always creaking and “settling” which, good news: is perfect for sneaking out because there’s always weird noises anyway; bad news: we’re in the middle of the woods and there’s always creepy fucking noises
but hey, what are white girls gonna do except sneak out at night and through the woods to go have sex with their boyfriends?
what could go wrong??
and I do literally mean through the woods. our driveway is a quarter of a mile long through actual wooded area, and she wasn’t smart enough to grab a flashlight. but she could sort of see the headlights of her boyfriend’s car at the very end so it wasn’t so bad going down to be picked up
except when she got dropped off, she had to make the trip back up the driveway, through the dark scary woods, with no light whatsoever, at like 3 am or some other Gonna Get White Girl Murdered time
and she was high as fuuuuuuuuuuck
so she’s creeping her way back up the driveway, trying to move slow or else she’ll fall off the ground and get lost in the sky forever. really fucking high
then she steps on a frog
because we also have a 3 acre “pond” like our property isn’t fucking creepy enough already and my first-time-to-ever-be-high sister stepped on a FROG and apparently it both squished and belched, and keep in mind that with no light whatsoever she doesn’t know what the fuck just happened AT ALL
I wake up to a series of frantic text messages
hlp he lp HEL
dont’ tell momd and dad
i jsut murdered somtheing
also, just for context, this is also the sister that pierced her own ears and gave herself a stick’n’poke tattoo with a lighter and my mom’s sewing needle because she “got restless” and picked a fight with a girl two grades above, half a foot taller, and probably a hundred pounds heavier AND WON
(it doesn’t matter if you’re smol if you get ‘em on the ground and get on top)
so waking up to an “I just murdered something” text from her was … actually kind of inevitable. siblings are either ride or die or no officer I’ve never seen that person before, and that night, I decided I was ride or die
so then I take MY dumb white girl ass out into the woods in the middle of the night, but at least I’m smart enough to take a flashlight. sister had already texted me she was “onthe driveways” but again, that’s a quarter mile journey
finally I arrive at the scene of the crime
sister: sitting in the gravel, crying, makeup a Mess
frog: laying still beside her, looking like a slightly smaller Jabba the Hut
she points at the frog and sobs that it’s a heart. obviously a frog. a fucking BIG ASS frog, but still. I’m relieved, but also super pissed, because I drug myself out of bed, snuck out too, and dangled my sumptuous human body in front of all the Forest Monsters on my way down here and there isn’t even a fucking body
just a frog, which I pick up to show her is not a heart, and turns out to only be stunned! not dead! still very much alive and full of pee!!
so it pisses all over me and slimes out of my hand, escaping into the night
also, I totally held my sister’s hand with my Piss Hand as I led her back home because she deserved it
this was a goddamned journey@punk-in-dublic
It took so long to read this I was trying not to laugh in front of my boss
I mean, I don’t have a funny story like that, but I snuck out of my parents’ house when I was 15 to go to the library. I just waited until my dad left for work and then an hour to make sure he wouldn’t be back, then walked the 9 miles to the library.
I didn’t sneak OUT when I was a kid because my parents had a security system that would go off if you opened a window and my dad slept on the couch right next to the alarm itself, but I had to sneak food my senior year because my dad didn’t let me eat much.
So I’d wait until he was asleep and snoring, then sneak into the kitchen to make myself a sandwich. My dad would count bread slices every day to make sure I wasn’t eating a shit ton of bread, so I made a “stacked sandwich” - bread, 3 slices of cheese spaced with layers of lunch meat, bread, 3 slices of cheese spaced with layers off lunch meat, bread. One sandwich about the thickness of a family-sized box of cereal.
The biggest challenge was getting the fridge open. Slipping my index fingernail and then finger between the seals would break the seal and then I could open the fridge without having to jerk on it and possibly wake up my dad.
Also I did this all in the light of the television and if my dad stopped snoring or made a noise, I dropped behind the counter and waited until he started snoring again before I finished making my sandwich. Then I’d stuff it under my shirt against my side, wrapped in paper towels, and creep back to my room to eat.
Chiming in on the Mother’s Day stuff- thank you so very much for writing so many positive parent/child relationships in the YW-verse. Seeing families supporting and bickering but being so very present for each other is a gift. And, as hard as AWD was...
You’re most welcome.
Re The Wizard’s Dilemma: that was my mom, standing (as it were) behind Nita’s. Even forty years after her death, there were still internal issues to be dealt with… so I dealt with them there. It’s heartening to see how many other people that book has aided in dealing with their own pain, and I’m grateful to have had the opportunity.
Several years ago on LiveJournal, I was in a community for people to recommend books to read after Harry Potter. I reviewed the young wizards series (love it), "it's like wizardry for engineers", and someone claiming to be you responded. If it was,...
It sounds like something I might have said. :) (Which doesn’t necessarily mean it *was* me, mind you, because people have occasionally impersonated me… but whatever.) I’m glad you’ve been having fun with the books. And please greet your Mom for me and let her know I’m glad she’s enjoying them too. :)
It’s Mother’s Day in the States and it may seem odd to hear this from a stranger who doesn’t know you personally but I wanted to acknowledge you. You may not have kids but you’ve made a massive impact in the lives of many young people, myself included....
You’re so welcome. This means a lot.