I’m Like If A Saint Was Also A Faggot

my grandfather for me. he's the gentlest man i've ever known. (detail from 'The thankful poor' c. 1894 by Henry Ossawa Tanner)

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Thoughts on Judas?

i think god’s first words to judas were: ‘you’ll end up hanged in a field.’ i think judas’ response was: ‘i’ll see you there.’

asking someone their big three and meaning their favorite prophet, apostle, and member of freud's vienna society

Ukrainian serviceman Hennadii Yudin stands in the middle of a church in Novoekonomichne, heavily damaged by Russian bombings.

Sources: United 24, Evgeniy Maloletka/AP

Whoever was the first bouncer who came up with the "you don't have to go home, but you can't stay here" was one hell of a king for setting professional emotional boundaries. Such a gentle and tactful but explicitly clear way of concisely saying "look man I'm not telling you to go solve all your problems. All I need you to do for me is to stop being my problem."

“Are you the witch who turned eleven princes into swans?”

The old woman stared at the figure on the front step of her cottage and considered her options. It was the kind of question usually backed up by a mob with meaningful torches, and it was the kind of question she tried to avoid.

Coming from a single dusty, tired housewife, it should’ve held no terrors.

“You a cop?”

The housewife twisted the hem of her apron. “No,” she muttered. “I’m a swan.”

A raven croaked somewhere in the woods. Wind whispered in the autumn leaves.

Then: “I think I can guess,” the old woman said slowly. “Husband stole your swan skin and forced you to marry him?”

A nod.

“And you can’t turn back into a swan until you find your skin again.”

A nod.

“But I reckon he’s hidden it, or burned it, or keeps it locked up so you can’t touch it.”

A tiny, miserable nod.

“And then you hear that old Granny Rothbart who lives out in the woods is really a batty old witch whose father taught her how to turn princes into swans,” the old woman sighed. “And you think, ‘Hey, stuff the old skin, I can just turn into a swan again this way.’

“But even if that was true – which I haven’t said if it is or if it isn’t – I’d say that I can only do it to make people miserable. I’m an awful person. I can’t do it out of the goodness of my heart. I have no goodness. I can’t use magic to make you feel better. I only wish I could.”

Another pause. “If I was a witch,” she added.

The housewife chewed the inside of her cheek. Then she drew herself up and, for the first time, looked the old woman in the eyes.

“Can you do it to make my husband miserable?”

The old woman considered her options. Then she pulled the wand out from the umbrella stand by the door. It was long, and silver, and a tiny glass swan with open wings stood perched on the tip.

“I can work with that,” said the witch.

Weird things I have done as an archaeologist

Washing cannonballs

Comparing human leg bones to my leg

Balancing knee caps to see if they’re left or right

Smashed my head on a drill handle while I tried to look cool dropping 3 meters of stainless steel down a hole

Trying to rescue mice out of the trench using a shovel and screaming how you’re trying to help

Glass still cuts skin, even after 500 years. And me being the dumbass I am to swipe my finger across to clean it

Getting distracted because you’re convinced these two pottery shards match in some place

Pushing my thumb into the decorative indentation a potter has made 300 years ago cuz I’m still a child

Trying to match shoe prints to one of your colleagues

Surely google knows the brand name on this 100 year old shoe shine can

Rabbits and triangles🐇