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nentindo:

kidshade:

ediebrit:

IM FUCKING SCREAMING

IM IN FUCKING STITCHES 

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the only thing funnier than this video are the comments on it

Judging by my Tumblr, post in my ask what you think I’m like in real life

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hereff:

dwimmerlaiks:

undoherdamage:

mapsontheweb:

The Realms of Tolkien’s Beleriand

#uhm… finrod#finrod what are you doing#he’s such a hoarder our little arafinwean princeling#meanwhile fingon and maedhros truly put the ‘long distance’ into relationship#sighs#doriath is just like totally random in the middle of it#it literally looks like sb just got tired halfway through the journey; sat down took a nap and set up camp#forever#oh wait that’s pretty much what happened#also natural forest borders I guess#pish posh#thingol’s trailer park kingdom#no but really anytime I look at those really close border settlements I get shivers jfc#I just picture like; maglor having brunch on his porch and tentatively waving at his neighbours#but his neighbours are like the dark lord and his minions… I dont know if they do brunch?#Im gonna need 3k of meta on that thanks (via dwimmerlaiks )

#finrod all like#if you’re gonna make fun of my caves#then more for me#all caves#what of it#ambarussa all like…. this vagueish area over here#what even are borders#don’t worry about it#thingol’s trailer park kingdom omfg#angarato goes out to get the newspaper and next door there’s just a balrog mowing the lawn (via undoherdamage)

#but lmao ‘angarato goes out to get the newspaper and next door there’s just a balrog mowing the lawn’ #Im laughing so much #at some point we’re going to have to seriously talk about that AU #where the feanorian border realms#and morgoth’s #are like; rivalling gated communities #playing pranks on each other #there would have to be of course melkor on his segway driving all over everyone’s lawn #and celegorm toilet papering the trees in thingol’s yard #and sauron keeps fifteen dogs #and makes sure when he takes them for walks #that they poop in finrod’s prized flowerbeds #SUBURBIA AU #just what we needed (x)

hereff:

dwimmerlaiks:

undoherdamage:

mapsontheweb:

The Realms of Tolkien’s Beleriand

#uhm… finrod#finrod what are you doing#he’s such a hoarder our little arafinwean princeling#meanwhile fingon and maedhros truly put the ‘long distance’ into relationship#sighs#doriath is just like totally random in the middle of it#it literally looks like sb just got tired halfway through the journey; sat down took a nap and set up camp#forever#oh wait that’s pretty much what happened#also natural forest borders I guess#pish posh#thingol’s trailer park kingdom#no but really anytime I look at those really close border settlements I get shivers jfc#I just picture like; maglor having brunch on his porch and tentatively waving at his neighbours#but his neighbours are like the dark lord and his minions… I dont know if they do brunch?#Im gonna need 3k of meta on that thanks (via dwimmerlaiks )

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frauleinromanoff:

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judymartn:

I wanted to make a strong mother character. The portrayal of women in epic fantasy has been problematical for a long time. These books are largely written by men but women also read them in great, great numbers. And the women in fantasy tend to be very atypical women… They tend to be the woman warrior or the spunky princess who wouldn’t accept what her father lays down, and I have those archetypes in my books as well. However, with Catelyn there is something reset for the Eleanor of Aquitaine, the figure of the woman who accepted her role and functions with a narrow society and, nonetheless, achieves considerable influence and power and authority despite accepting the risks and limitations of this society. - GRRM on Catelyn Stark

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s-2003u1:


I eat boys like you for breakfast

A totally serious Ungoliant/Melkor mix.

s-2003u1:

I eat boys like you for breakfast

A totally serious Ungoliant/Melkor mix.

sigridhr:

Anairë, and her mother, Alcarien, for Legendarium Ladies April.

Anairë is a child full of questions, who can barely sit still long enough to hear the answers. Alcarien is patient – to a point, – but Anarië flits from space to space faster than she can blink, squirming out of shoes and cloaks with careless abandon, chattering ceaselessly all the while. 
There are moments when she wishes for the calm silence that had filled their house before the birth of their daughter. For the tranquil afternoons that she’d spent happily preparing lectures and writing monographs until the day’s light was nearly gone and her husband plucked the pen from her hand and insisted she eat dinner. Now those afternoons are lost in a dizzying array of children’s stories and games, in lessons (which Anairë manages to fill with endless repetitions of the word ‘why’) and occasional temper tantrums.
She longs again for quiet – and space to breathe (for every breath she takes now is perilous; Anairë is so fragile, Alcarien feels for the first time truly beyond her depth, afraid that each choice must be the best choice for her daughter. There is no margin for error, for the love and responsibility she feels makes her ache). 
But, despite it all, there is wonder in the lessons she gives her daughter. She lives vicariously through the things Anairë learns, things she has long begun to take for granted. She gives lectures on fireflies and how to tie boot laces, and loves each of them in turn.

It is not quiet, but there is peace.

sigridhr:

Anairë, and her mother, Alcarien, for Legendarium Ladies April.

Anairë is a child full of questions, who can barely sit still long enough to hear the answers. Alcarien is patient – to a point, – but Anarië flits from space to space faster than she can blink, squirming out of shoes and cloaks with careless abandon, chattering ceaselessly all the while. 

There are moments when she wishes for the calm silence that had filled their house before the birth of their daughter. For the tranquil afternoons that she’d spent happily preparing lectures and writing monographs until the day’s light was nearly gone and her husband plucked the pen from her hand and insisted she eat dinner. Now those afternoons are lost in a dizzying array of children’s stories and games, in lessons (which Anairë manages to fill with endless repetitions of the word ‘why’) and occasional temper tantrums.

She longs again for quiet – and space to breathe (for every breath she takes now is perilous; Anairë is so fragile, Alcarien feels for the first time truly beyond her depth, afraid that each choice must be the best choice for her daughter. There is no margin for error, for the love and responsibility she feels makes her ache). 

But, despite it all, there is wonder in the lessons she gives her daughter. She lives vicariously through the things Anairë learns, things she has long begun to take for granted. She gives lectures on fireflies and how to tie boot laces, and loves each of them in turn.

It is not quiet, but there is peace.

misbehavingmaiar:

YOU FLEW OVER IT AN YOU DIDN’T EVEN LOOK DOWN????

WHAT AM I PAYING YOU FOR?

misbehavingmaiar:

SAURON GODDAMNIT IT WAS RIGHT. THERE. 

misbehavingmaiar:

SAURON GODDAMNIT IT WAS RIGHT. THERE

*squishes you all*