Rise Up, Oh Heart, For There is Another Battle to Win

allieinarden:

virtuouspagans:

whenever I feel bad about having a weird name I remind myself that C.S. Lewis’ middle name was Staples 

When I was a kid, one of my family members quoted the first line of Dawn Treader—“There was a boy named Eustace Clarence Scrubb, and he almost deserved it"—and I said, “Brave words from a man whose name was Clive Staples Lewis,” and my mom lost it. 

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blakesmilitia:

tinymalfoy:

let’s be real if harry was raised by mcgonagall he would not only be the most badass kid at hogwarts, he would be the most polite, and the sweetest, and would probably have neater hair, not to mention he would most likely kill voldemort at age eleven and still meet minerva for tea with the time to spare

harry: mama, just killed a man
minerva: have a biscuit

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penicillium-pusher:

my favorite thing Matt Murdock does is turn off the lights when he goes and fights people like “lmao who’s blind now motherfuckers, taste my sticks of justice”

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The best notes written in manuscripts by medieval monks

saltroundsandpeppersquares:

beggars-opera:

Colophon: a statement at the end of a book containing the scribe or owner’s name, date of completion, or bitching about how hard it is to write a book in the dark ages

• Oh, my hand
  
• The parchment is very hairy
• Thank God it will soon be dark
• St. Patrick of Armagh, deliver me from writing
• Now I’ve written the whole thing; for Christ’s sake give me a drink
  
• Oh d fuckin abbot
• Massive hangover
• Whoever translated these Gospels did a very poor job
  
• Cursed be the pesty cat that urinated over this book during the night
  
• If someone else would like such a handsome book, come and look me up in Paris, across from the Notre Dame cathedral
  
• I shall remember, O Christ, that I am writing of Thee, because I am wrecked today
• Do not reproach me concerning the letters, the ink is bad and the parchment scanty and the day is dark
  
• 11 golden letters, 8 shilling each; 700 letters with double shafts, 7 shilling for each hundred; and 35 quires of text, each 16 leaves, at 3 shilling each. For such an amount I won’t write again
  
• Here ends the second part of the title work of Brother Thomas Aquinas of the Dominican Order; very long, very verbose; and very tedious for the scribe; thank God, thank God, and again thank God
• If anyone take away this book, let him die the death, let him be fried in a pan; let the falling sickness and fever seize him; let him be broken on the wheel, and hanged. Amen
  

tag yourself. im the monk who wants you to hit him up in Paris

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pog-with-a-blog:

En Anglais, on ne dit pas “quatre vingt dix neuf”, on dit “ninety nine” qu'on pourrait traduire comme “Hurr durr, regardez mois, j'ai un système de numérotation fonctionnel” et je crois que c'est magnifique.

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