ellesjourney:

shelikesmyface:

I wonder how long Tom Riddle spent anagramming his name trying to come up with something cool.

[The Slytherin common room. Tom Riddle sits in an armchair with a quill and his small diary.]

TOM RIDDLE … Hmm let’s see.

I’M TODDLER. Nope.

TRIED MOLD. No.

LORD T-DIME. Lol. No.

*sigh*

Maybe I need more letters. TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE.

MARVEL DILDO MOTOR. DEFINITELY not.

VOMITED DOLL ARMOR. Ugh.

LORD … VOMIT … No! I like “Lord” though … Ooh! I can take this I and this A and this M and get “I am Lord.”

I AM LORD … DOLTMOVER

OVERT MOLD

VOT … MOLDER … Not working. V is cool though. V is sexy.

VOL … METROD …

VOLDETROM … Kind of neat. I’ll ask the other lads what they think.

Lads canned Voldetrom. This is hopeless.

There’s actually a short fic I read where he does just this, and it’s hilarious. I’ll have to see if I can find it.

Tolkien full texts

contemporaryelfinchild:

Because my blog is getting a lot of traffic right now, I feel it’s a good opportunity to link to the online texts of Tolkien’s books for anyone who wants to read or reference them. 

Here is the Hobbit

Here is the Fellowship of the Ring

Here is the Two Towers 

Here if the Return of the King

Here is the Silmarillion 

Here is all 12 volumes of the History of Middle Earth (HoME)

Here is the Children of Húrin

misbehavingmaiar:

sergeantoblivious:

perplexingly:

misbehavingmaiar:

Nerds, help me out here:

I am not a science person, but my understanding is that sunsets are caused by Rayleigh scattering as light passes through a relatively larger amount of air molecules when it is low in the sky and the light travels perpendicular to the earth’s surface; the light then bounces off the clouds and reflects fancy colors into our eyes all pretty-like. 

So, if you had your primary light source actually affixed to the surface of the earth, with light emanating radially from a central point (say, two massively radioactive glowing trees): 

A) Would you see sunsets the farther away from the trees you got, with clear light and blue skies the closer you got?
B) Would you see sunsets only at a certain elevation, and from a distance?
C) Would there be insufficient air molecules to scatter the light? 
D) Would you have to be like, WAY far away to see sunsets? Like on another continent? (Assuming the earth isn’t curved.)
E) I guess shadows would always point the same direction and it would vary depending on where you were relative to the trees?
F) HOW DO YOU GET A LIGHT SOURCE BRIGHT ENOUGH TO ILLUMINATE A WHOLE LANDMASS WITHOUT BLINDING ANYONE THAT LOOKED AT IT?
G) …Okay, would only Manwë and Varda ever get to see Sunsets from their stratospheric perch on Taniquietl? 
H) The trees would have to rotate somehow. I mean. They just would have to. Otherwise you’d have one always casting a shadow on a certain part of Aman. And everywhere else that had something blocking the path of the light, for that matter. Some bits of vegetation would get all the sunlight forever and then it’d be like WELCOME TO THE DEADZONE as soon as you hit tree shadow.
I) Would the lighting situation improve if Varda put like a big ol’ mirror in the sky to reflect the light back down?

J) Should I give up trying to make actual giant glowing trees work as a viable world building element and stick to a magical/metaphysical/non-literal explanation? orz ;; trees tho

reblogging here because i’m extremely curious about the answer

Looking through my astro notes, I think the answers are (in order): 

Yes, yes, no, yes, yes, you don’t, unknown, if you want even distribution of light they would have to move a lot, yes but that just makes the mirror basically the sun, and probably but who is going to stop you?

I hope this helps is some tiny way.

Oh man, I got THE COOLEST input on this question! 😀 

(Also thank you to those of you chipping in from outside the fandom! If you’re confused about what’s going on, I’m basically wrestling with some of Tolkien’s more whimsical ideas and trying to ground them loosely in physics– which he’d absolutely hate me doing, btw.)

So far the ideas that I ended up liking the best were the ones that provided a concrete, unique imagery that I can work with for my art and writing.
  These posts and comments in particular were the ones that I think will influence my design the most, but I am SO THRILLED to see more people adding ideas! ❤

The solution I think works best for my purposes is that the trees disperse light not only from their leaves, but also as a kind of luminous pollen. If the trees themselves are not the primary source of light, but the waves of pollen they create, then that relieves some of the burden of them looking like massive radioactive lightbulbs, AND I think I can do away with having them rotate. (Mind you, slowly rotating tress might be cool… I just don’t know how to draw that effectively.)

The pollen drifts across the landmass and fades as the tree it came from goes dormant. The particles would probably be as light or lighter than air, and have unusual properties that allow them to change states like water. When they fall to earth, they are taken in with the groundwater and travel to the aquifers that are Varda’s Wells, which also collect the “dew” from the trees.
The atmosphere of Aman would be heavy, luminous, misty, and prismatic, with enough fine particulates in the air and reflective clouds above that there would be plenty of light refraction going around creating pretty colors and effects.

The trees themselves will have fractal branches, and they are massive.
I was having trouble picturing the scale of them in relation to Valinor, so I went ahead and squeezed out a model from angry polygons: 

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Here is Aman, with the two trees in the center. Kinda, sorta, ish. 

 I’ve put the Gardens of Lorien in between the trees becauseI thought that would be a suitable place for them, what with the mingling of the light etc etc. (I basically ignored Tolkien’s notes on where the various homes of the Valar are located and just plunked them wherever they looked natural).  

Alqualondë is sticking off the end there on the peninsula. Up the road is Tirion, with Valmar next door. The hexagonal fortress thingy off to the left is Formenos.

 The Woods of Oromë are on the far side (blocked by mountains in this screenshot) and would probably receive slightly less light, but there are possibly other light sources there, such as bioluminescent plants and lamps shiny Ainur prancing about. The large squarish thing is Aulë’s forge, which sticks right into the mountains. The spiral canyon is Mandos. The big phallic mountain sticking way above everything else is, of course, Taniquetil.

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Here’s Tirion, and in the background, Valmar, at the foot of Taniquetil. (The weird floaty mickymouse things are clouds. THEY’RE CLOUDS TRUST ME)

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The Wells of Varda are represented by the circles on the ground– they are fed by aquifers that collect the fallen tree-light particles and draw them back to the pools.
…..Please forgive my pathetically sculpted mushroomoids, I did my best.

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(For scale, here is our lord and savior, default-human Stan Lee, who oversees all my creations in Sketchup.)

Thank you, Stan Lee. A star shines on the hour of our meeting.

sheliesshattered:

flamethrowing-hurdy-gurdy:

turbhoe:

“if you want to adopt kids at an older age, that’s just lazy and you’ll miss the important developmental years. you won’t be able to connect.” okay but consider this:

1. I will not be able to handle a baby, but I will definitely be able to manage and guide an older child

2. no diapers. hallelujah

3. As a foster child gets older, their chance of adoption plummets. Adopting an older child gives a late break to someone who would have otherwise had to age out of the system

4. my plans for adoption are none of your concern

Holy shit people actually say that? Inviting a kid in need to be part of your family is ‘lazy’?

Being there for the ‘developmental years’ is so important not having it is a dealbreaker?

‘You won’t be able to connect’ with another human being unless you’re there for their formative years, imprinting on them?

…people who make that argument should probably do a LOT of soulsearching before they consider getting a toy baby adopting a younger child.

I had a sociology professor once and both he and his wife were registered social workers (in addition to him teaching), and after a couple of years married, they started talking about adopting a child. They’d seen the system up close, they knew how hard it was for some kids to get adopted. So when they sat down to start the fostering process, they told the agency to give them their toughest, most difficult case. If anyone could handle a kid who’d been labeled a “problem child”, it was these two people.

The agency paired them up with a 12 year old girl – the oldest they had, far, far too old to be considered for adoption typically. This girl’s birth parents had had drug problems, she’d been in and out of a couple dozen foster homes, no one able to handle her, she ran away frequently and had diagnosed behavioral problems, she was surly and defiant. When she first met them, she was clammed up tight, snarky, unwilling to trust them or anyone – and really, who could blame her?

But these two adults poured every bit of their compassion and training into this one child, into getting to know her, earning her trust by listening to her and treating her like a person who mattered. And slowly, slowly, she came around. Slowly, they built a relationship with her, and she came out of her shell. It wasn’t always smooth sailing, but having these two adults who were utterly unwilling to give up on her, or see her as the problem, let them work through each issue as it arose, and slowly they started to see this other side of her personality emerge. She joked around, she grinned often, she got excited about sports games and yelled at the tv with her foster father, she was making friends at her new school and doing better in her studies.

One day they sat her down and told her they loved her and they wanted her to legally, officially be part of their family. But they thought she deserved a say, too. If she just wanted to be fostered for the next five, six years, they could do that too. But they wanted to adopt her, they wanted to keep her for always. Did she want them? Yes, she said. Yes, I want to keep you, too.

My professor came into class one day with a grin that just would not go away, bouncing on his toes. We all wanted to know what was up. The adoption was finalized today, he told us. Today I have a daughter! And he showed us pictures of his brand new 12 year old daughter hugged between he and his wife, the three of them grinning at the camera. I’ve been her dad for awhile, he told us, but today it’s official, today we’re finally really a family.

I heard that story in the spring of 2001, when I was 20. This girl just 8 years younger than me, the age of my younger siblings, this girl who everyone had given up on. But these two people, they knew they had enough love and training to handle whatever was thrown their way, these people stayed true to the commitment of being parents, didn’t give up when the going got tough, proved slowly and methodically that they loved her, that she could trust them. 

That girl must be in her late 20s now. She’s had parents for more than a decade and a half. She hasn’t had to face this scary century alone. She has parents who went with her to her freshman orientation for college, I’m certain of it. If she’s gotten married, I know her father walked her down the aisle, that same grin splitting his face, the same grin as when he announced that he had a daughter, the same grin he wore every time he talked about her. If she’s had kids, her kids have the best grandparents.

They are a family of choice built on commitment and trust and love. You can’t tell me that isn’t bonding, you cannot tell me that it’s lazy, that that was somehow easier or less worthwhile than diapers.