I arrive at the king’s council
plumed helmet: on
sword: out
half-brother: threatenedi am forcibly removed from Tirion
Schlagwort: :-D
You’re giving him a second chance, or I’m going to stand here and sing ‘The Song That Never Ends’ until you wish you could die too. Nobody said you had to weep from sadness.
– Lúthien Tinuviel, during her trip to Mandos, the Silmarillion, Of Beren and Lúthien
Background Slytherin Part I
The story so far! More coming in Parts II & III, thank you beautiful people of Tumblr for appreciating them 💚
I haven’t edited anything cos I think it’s interesting to see how my style developed & improved along the way, and also I’m super lazy 🐍
Look out this #SlytherinSunday for a Very Special Announcement… 😮 xx
The BTEC in dramatic tension gets me every fucking time
You: Good morning!
Gandalf, an intellectual: Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?
One doughnut ring to rule them all…
Better late than never!
This week’s finale on stars focuses on stellar sizes!
Dangerous Dogs Behind “Beware Of Dog” Signs.
Joey has killed more than you can imagine.
real talk why do so many fantasy universes think giant spiders are necessary
The sad part is there’s a decent chance a large proportion of them can be blamed on one spider.
The tarantula that bit JRR Tolkien as a child.
He swore he didn’t have a spider phobia and the experience had nothing to do with the man-eating giant spiders in The Hobbit, the even more giant and even more man-eating spider in Lord of the Rings, or the unholy eldritch spider from outside creation that plunged the world into darkness and made literal Satan scream like a little kid in the Silmarillion. Very few people believe him.
Given LotR’s influence in the fantasy genre, there is a high probability that tarantula is the progenitor of even more fictional spiders than Ungoliant was.
gardening has this reputation as a gentle and chill hobby but you know what?? gardening is actually a constant and brutal conflict between the human need for control and the will of life to spread – a battle between life and death itself, even. in the garden I am the Overlord Supreme, Peerless Queen of the Dirt, Arbiter Above All, the ultimate and final judge over who gets to live and who must die. I drowned an entire anthill today for daring to exist in my realm, and the blood of hundreds has soiled my soul. my thumbs may be green but my hands are black and deadly.
This explains more about Samwise Gamgee than anything else I have ever read.
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