#advisers

[wiirocku]

Proverbs 15:22 (NLT) - Plans go wrong for lack of advice; many advisers bring success.

[aeshnacyanea2000]

'You've got advisers,' said Teppic mildly. 'I didn't mean that,' she snapped. 'Anyway, there's only Koomi, and he's no good.' 'You're lucky. I had Dios, and he was good. Koomi will be much better, you can learn a lot by not listening to what he has to say. You can go a long way with incompetent advisers.'

-- Terry Pratchett - Pyramids

[aylen-san]

The Riddle of Naboo

The sky over Naboo was bright and cloudless, stretching into an endless azure where golden rays of sunlight touched the tranquil waters of lakes and majestic hills. But beneath its calm surface, dangers lurked that only a few were aware of. The wind sweeping over the green fields and grand waterfalls seemed to foretell impending disasters. The time was drawing near when the planet would fall under the ruthless control of the Trade Federation, whose shadows already loomed over its sacred lands.

At the heart of this world, within the elegant and majestic palace of Queen Padmé Amidala, anxiety was brewing. The marble columns lining the hall, like silent sentinels, reflected the faint light filtering through the stained glass windows that depicted scenes from Naboo's ancient history. The sounds of nature, usually filling the palace with tranquility, now seemed distant and muffled, as if the palace walls themselves were holding their breath before the storm. The handmaidens whispered among themselves, casting worried glances at the closed doors of the throne room, where the Queen discussed the looming threat with her advisors. Every moment brought with it a sense of the inevitable, as if the planet itself was holding its breath, waiting for its moment.

Maglor, now a mighty spirit, was once one of the Eldar and a son of Fëanor, his fate entwined with ancient songs and tragic events of the past. Now he had gained form and power, allowing him to travel between worlds, and he found himself on Naboo, not far from the palace immersed in luxury and grandeur. His deep knowledge of magic and mastery of manipulating various forms of the Force had led him here, where celestial and earthly currents intertwined into a pattern foreshadowing the inevitable.

Maglor felt the tension in the air, like a tightly drawn string on a harp. The planet was in a difficult situation, and its fate could be altered by his intervention. He sensed the growing anxiety, as if the heart of Naboo beat irregularly, as though awaiting something sinister.

Arriving in the surroundings of the luxurious and powerful palace, where every stone breathed history, Maglor, concealing his true nature, took on the guise of a mysterious stranger. His hair, cascading in black waves, contrasted with his shining eyes that seemed to pierce into the very soul. His clothes, skillfully woven from strange materials, gleamed with dark silk, holding something ancient, yet not of this world. A shadow of fear and reverence flickered in the eyes of those who noticed him on his path, but no one dared speak to him, fearing to reveal more than they should.

Maglor knew well that he had to act cautiously. His plan was to approach Padmé Amidala, the Queen of Naboo, whose youth and determination concealed the weight of responsibility for an entire planet. Maglor intended to understand her problems and perhaps offer help, but in a way that would not reveal his true nature. For the intervention of his ancient magic could have consequences even he could not foresee.

He moved through the magnificent halls, where the walls were adorned with carvings depicting peaceful times that could now only be dreamed of. Beautiful frescoes and mirrors reflected his image, each time altering his features as if the palace itself tried to penetrate his secrets. His steps were light, but shadows followed him, coming to life in the dim corners. Maglor was ready to make his move, but only when Naboo itself revealed the path to him, showing him what he should do.

His first task was to find a way to approach the Queen, whose will and wisdom made her not just a symbol of power but an inspiration to her people. Padmé Amidala, possessing exceptional leadership qualities and a deep sense of responsibility for her planet, was far from an ordinary ruler. Her determination, supported by a fine diplomatic instinct, made her particularly difficult to approach by outsiders. Maglor understood that it would take more than simple tricks to earn her trust.

He decided to use his mastery in the art of persuasion and his ancient connections to become her secret advisor, a person to whom she could entrust her most intimate thoughts. Utilizing his centuries of experience, he began to craft a plan, drawing closer to her inner circle with each step. He knew it would take time to study her environment and find the right moment for the first contact.

One evening, when the palace was enveloped in quiet calm and only the flicker of lanterns lit the corridors, Maglor, disguised as a simple traveler, requested an audience with the Queen. His appearance was meticulously planned: worn but noble clothes, a time-darkened cloak, and a deep hood that concealed his features, giving him the look of a solitary wanderer whose life was full of mysteries. Legends of such wanderers were known on Naboo, and rumors of his appearance began to spread quickly through the palace.

His story that he was merely a seeker of knowledge and help was convincing and carefully prepared. He spoke of distant worlds where he met sages and prophets, studied ancient texts, and uncovered hidden secrets of the universe. Maglor’s voice was soft but carried a power that could soothe, inspire trust, but also command attention to every word. This blend of sincerity and mystery made his tale incredibly believable.

Soon, he found himself in her presence, in a richly adorned room where luxury met restrained elegance. Padmé, sitting on her throne, watched him closely. She was young, but her gaze reflected the wisdom gained through trials and responsibility. Her regal posture combined with a delicate grace of movement, her voice was firm but filled with kindness as she invited him to speak.

Maglor, sensing her inner strength and will, realized that he was facing not just a ruler, but a true Lady ready to fight for her state. Padmé felt a certain auric peculiarity in this stranger, something that went beyond her usual perception. There was something both calming and unsettling in his presence, as if he carried knowledge capable of altering the course of events. This intrigued her, and she, listening to her inner voice, decided to learn more about who this mysterious traveler truly was.

"How may I assist you, sir?" she asked, studying him with a gaze that reflected a mix of interest and caution. Her voice was even and calm, but beneath this external calmness lay a worry that had not left her thoughts for days. Padmé saw before her a man whose deep and penetrating eyes seemed to hide more than he was willing to reveal. This strange wanderer drew her attention, his aura standing out among other advisors, and she intuitively understood that he might not be what he seemed.

"Your Highness, I have come with the intention of helping you in these difficult times," Maglor replied, bowing slightly, his voice confident but with a faint note of humility. Using his experience in manipulation and seduction, he skillfully chose his words to establish trust, knowing that every word mattered. He maintained the posture of a humble yet knowledgeable man, whose presence seemed both calming and mysterious. His speech carried the wisdom accumulated over many years of wandering, and Padmé sensed that she was standing before not just a man but something more, possibly even a seer.

Despite her caution, Padmé felt that this strange man might hold the key to solving her problems. His words rang true, and though she knew she should not trust too quickly, her inner voice told her that this man could be trusted. Their conversations began to deepen, and with each discussion, Padmé opened up more to Maglor. They spoke of the political intrigues threatening her people, of strategies that could be used against the Trade Federation, and of how to maintain a balance between diplomacy and military force.

Maglor skillfully guided the conversation, bolstering her confidence and instilling in her the feeling that he was an ally ready to stand by her side in the most critical moment. He listened attentively, sometimes offering advice based on his vast knowledge and experience, making him not just an advisor, but almost an indispensable ally.

Soon, Maglor realized that his role could be much more significant than he had anticipated. At first, he saw himself only as an observer, but now, seeing how much Padmé trusted him, he understood that he could influence events. With his help, Padmé began to develop strategic plans where attention to detail played a crucial role, preparing for the inevitable confrontation that would change the fate of Naboo and the entire galaxy. Maglor felt that in his hands lay the key to the planet’s destiny, and now much depended on his actions.

He saw how Padmé gradually became more confident in her decisions, her gaze grew firmer, and her voice more determined. Their conversations often stretched late into the night, with stars twinkling outside the palace windows and silence enveloping the corridors. In those moments, Maglor felt his spirit, once filled with pain and despair, now finding a new purpose. He knew that his intervention could change not only the fate of Naboo but also his own long-lost path.

[yourmajestybee]

EVERYONE NEEDS TO LOOK AT HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON UNTRAINABLE THE STAGE PLAY RN

[sadclowncentral]

i had a dream that time travel was invented and too many people choose to travel back in time to save the titanic from sinking (the question of whether unsinking of the titanic deserved so much attention in the face of human history was the subject of both heavy academic and online discourse), which caused a rift in the space-time-continuum that led to the titanic showing up indiscriminately all over the world’s oceans and sea in various states of sinking.

this caused a lot of issues both in terms of fixing said space-time-continuum and in terms of nautical navigation, and after a long and heavy battle in the international maritime organization it was decided that the bureaucratic burden of dealing with this was to be upon Ireland, much to their dismay. the Irish Government then released an app for all sailors and seafarers so they could report titanic sightings during their journeys, even though they heavily dissuaded you from reporting them given the paperwork it caused.

anyway i woke up with a clear image of the app in my head and needed to recreate it for all of you:

[shesmore-shoebill]

"I had choice paralysis :(" is a KILLER line.

He's such a comedic powerhouse, I'm glad more people are getting exposed to him :'D

[greelin]

my dark twisted secret is i always use my turn signals whenever possible because i believe they were included in vehicles for a reason. i’m a bit of a freak this way. a weirdo

[tenth-sentence]

After much discussion over two days, head office management secured the support of the auditors and other advisers for the maximum provision.

"Westpac: The Bank That Broke the Bank" - Edna Carew

[infocrazebyrepwoop]

New Advisers in Interim Government Assigned Key Ministries

The four newly appointed advisers, sworn in on Friday, have been assigned their respective ministries, as confirmed by Shafiqul Alam, the press secretary of the interim government’s chief adviser. President Mohammed Shahabuddin administered the oaths to the advisers. The new advisers include Wahiduddin Mahmud, a noted economist and former adviser to the 1996 caretaker government; Ali Imam…

[tmarshconnors]

"Iran, you need to think twice before starting a fight with Israel. However, picking a fight with the United States is a whole new level of foolishness. Operation Praying Mantis wiped out your entire navy in less than eight hours. Your idea is genuinely pathetic! Mr. President, it's about time you showed some real diplomacy instead of simply saying "Don't." Your advisers need to start thinking about the consequences of their actions. Honestly, the sooner you're out of office, the better it will be for everyone."

TMarsh-Connors host of Angry British Conservative podcast.

Passionate Blogger and Vlogger: TMarsh-Connors is a passionate individual who dedicates their free time to blogging on platforms like Tumblr and DeviantART. Their commitment to both the written word and visual content showcases a multifaceted approach to sharing thoughts and experiences.

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[its-your-mind]

[f-ai-n]

Been feeling frustrated recently

Feel free to read more about it: https://x.com/trendasia_org/status/1826241657169436841?s=46

[chibigaia-art]

troublemakers

[batsyheere]

"So, handling your archnemesis," Danny starts. The room falls quiet, heads slowly turning to look at the man as he writes the words on the chalkboard. When finished, the characters somehow both messy and neat at once, Danny places the chalk back down and claps his hands.

"I typically call them fruitloops. Often they're in a better position than you are- older, richer, more powerful. They may have some sort of status that protects them when facing the public."

Tim wondered where Dick was right now, and if he was laughing. His brain was lagging like a computer as he tried to process what Danny was saying, and how seriously a few of his fellow teen vigilantes were taking this.

"Some of their more common tactics are-" the chalk was picked back up, and Danny writes as he speaks.

"Manipulation, isolation, conditioning, and empathy."

MICE.

Tim stares at the board, and quietly slips put his phone.

-What have I done to deserve this.

Enjoy your lessons Tim-

His head thumps against the desk. Conner leans over, gives him a pat on the shoulder but returns to taking notes as Danny goes on to explain the conditioning tactic.

[bloodysparklez]

guys help the protagonist isn't supposed to like me, what did i do??!? ;-;

[frownyalfred]

Bruce Wayne is the kind of parent who stays effortlessly cool while spearheading a long shot defense against a global invasion, but if one of his kids walks through the door with a new tattoo he has to sit down and take a few breaths.