so in the hobbit when offered a cup of chamomile tea by dori, gandalf instead asks for wine; but when offered a glass of ‘the old winyards’ by bilbo in lotr, gandalf instead asks for tea. from this we can draw one of two conclusions:
a: hanging around thorin oakenshield was enough to turn gandalf to drink
or
b: getting to know a recklessly be-tooked bilbo baggins was enough to make gandalf reconsider his life and realise he needed to be the sensible and sober one
c: gandalf just likes to be contrary and will never accept whatever is specifically offered
Reblogging this in the hopes that the image of a sweet little mouse doing her best to make my emotions will help me remember to be kinder to myself.
Definitely reblogging for the much more helpful concept of a helpful mouse doing her best for the sake of people who regularly hate on their brain then wonder why that’s not working so well.
This just shocked me so much I started crying. As soon as you put it like that I realize how often I talk so horribly to myself. I’m sorry mouse lady we can do better.
the fact that we as a species are constantly assaulted by pain death and/or fear and yet we continue to survive in an existence designed to kill us is baffling. humans are insanely adaptable and stubborn as hell and when it comes right down to it that’s the only reason we made it past the ice age, and that my friends is the tea
Those are the beady eyes of the old Gods, furious and curious, stranded too far away to interfere with human matters, yet watching all the same. They can do nothing with their knowledge, still they look on and watch and judge, from what else are unblinking eyes to do.
When you look up, do so boldly! for no matter how small they claim you are, they have no power to touch you or the worlds you build.
