tosquinha:

emilyenrose:

chirabella:

emilyenrose:

sathinfection:

magpiescholar:

sathinfection:

*breaks into sweat at people thinking books were common items prior to the dissemination of the printing press*

*sweats harder at people thinking books were valued for their text rather than their labor*

I always just tell myself that when authors say “he had a truly extensive library!” they mean “He had like, ten and a quarter books!” instead of “hundreds of volumes!”  It makes me feel better.

“Her library was so big you had to use two hands to carry it!”

Suspension of disbelief is a funny thing. Dragons roaming around, setting things on fire, eating herds of sheep? Yeah. People having actual libraries in stuff that’s ambiguously set in the medieval period? THIS IS UNREALISTIC. 

“Wow, that guy’s so smart, he’s got hundreds of books.”

“What do you mean, smart? You’re implying this dumbass has to actually READ them?”

#i will mutter ‘elves were an oral society’ to myself all alone in my corner (via sathinfection)

IMMORTALITY AND PERFECT MEMORY AND LITERALLY EVERYONE HAS AT LEAST A DECENT SINGING VOICE. of course they were an oral society. 

#feanor invents writing: everyone else is like ‘uh cool?’#‘what’s it for?’ (via emilyenrose)

So now I’m picturing him retaliating by refusing to communicate except in writing.

of course.

whitmerule:

bransrath:

dduane:

themasterslover:

seriously-what-is-my-life:

xanthewalter:

wrong-url-motherfucker:

Government, Monty Python Style

Still brilliantly funny all these years later.

BEST INSULTS

whenever i find monty python casually just on my dashboard i just blink a few times and then get super excited because i don’t see them as much as i’d like to on tumblr

Exquisite.

@crownedpatriot

Idk, starting to sound like a pretty good system aorund now.

@standinginthesummerbreeze

akili-kuwale:

‘We drove out orcs from the great gate and guard – I think; the next word is blurred and burned: probably room – we slew many in the bright – I think – sun in the dale. Flói was killed by an arrow. He slew the great. Then there is a blur followed by Flói under grass near Mirror mere. The next line or two I cannot read. Then comes We have taken the twentyfirst hall of North end to dwell in. There is I cannot read what. A shaft is mentioned. Then Balin has set up his seat in the Chamber of Mazarbul.’

– Christopher Tolkien, attempting to decipher his father’s manuscripts