and I need you to reassure me I'm alive

27, she/her, demi/bi. Introverted insomniac, Tolkien obsessed, 5ft of space nerd, somehow ended up in France. Meet me in gay super mega hell lads. 80% inactive but this place is my hotel California.

[tobythetrashyartist]

this whole mission so far has been such an amazing experience, i never thought i'd see the day humans would be back out in space. it's such a cool thing

[westiec]

see the THING IS I don't feel like I ever worked hard enough to have "earned" the burnout, which is. probably how we got here.

[chronicintrovert]

i can't do this anymore! i mean i can, and i will, obviously. but i can't fucking do this anymore!

[glorfy-the-bright-haired-ellon]

Glorfindel wears mistletoe in his hair everywhere in hopes of getting a smooch from Ecthelion who is more than happy to oblige would never fall for such a cheap trick oh no..

bonus:

10 minutes later, and Glorf is still stunned.

MERRY CHRISTMAS YOU GUYS <3

[houndsofvalinor-art-deactivated]

The Nolofinwëans see the moon rise for the first time. From left to right: Fingolfin, Argon, Aredhel, Idril, Turgon, Fingon. Turgon wants everyone to hold hands because this beautiful sky thingy seems like a blessed sign from the Valar (and oh fuck they can now see mountains so they must be close to actually land!) Also the sea-green cloak he has is for sure Finrod's. He saw his cousin wasn't caring for himself after Elenwë's death and wanted to keep him from freezing. Also I totally should have painted Lalwen with them, but forgot her until I was several layers in. Tolkien forgot her too though, so I guess it's okay?

Second pic to show size. Though it now looks like Argon is pointing out the most useless bit of American currency. Thanks dude!

12 x 9", watercolor, Komorebi metallic watercolors, gold and black ink, gouache

[mochipong]

Oh, starboy

[toastedbuckwheat]

Day 23 - Finding Ecthelion reborn in the gardens of Lórien

[yidany]

Ride for ruin, and ride for your kin Take up your shield, maiden AND RIDE TO THE WORLD’S END

The Rider

[mariasklodowskastwixbar-deactiv]

which is the most fuckable group of chemical elements

alkali metals

alkaline earth metals

lanthanide series

actanide series

transition metals

post transition metals

metalloids

halogens

noble gases

other nonmetals

other/unknown elements

op, what in tarnation...?

Voting ended onNov 21, 2024

Plz rb if you vote

[ydolem-art]

Eowyn

[brilliantpines]

do you guys remember when we used to say oh worm all the time. remember that

[cbc-bb-deactivated20250802]

clocking in for another day at the i dont wanna factory

[pyjamacryptid]

So. I drew that “Arthur’s fished out of the lake” au of mine

edit: yes I know that boats like that likely wouldn’t fish on a lake, and that where avalon should be isn’t really a lake anymore - I promise I know this 😂 - the imagery of Arthur being fished out of a lake in a net was just too hilariously powerful 😂

[oracle-fae]

[heavyweightheart]

the line between not going out as an act of self-care and not going out as a symptom of depression is but a gossamer thread

[thecosmicwitchblog]

Our beautiful boy Eomer - golden hair 🐎

And the Lady of Rohan and Ithilien, Eowyn, daughter of King's 🤍💚💛

[hedgehog-moss]

People are interpreting my “feeling embarrassed at the bakery” post so literally and seriously, as “The French are terrifyingly judgemental and love to bully and humiliate” and that’s how you know these people are not chronic worriers. My fellow stressed people are in the notes like “I feel you, this is me and the Threatening Stationery Shop.” I mean that post was just my internal monologue as a perpetually nervous person who tends to feel defeated by normal social interactions—the baker didn’t say anything mean, just corrected me when I got a bread name wrong, the rest was my brain filling in the blanks with fear of inadequacy and I Must Get A Good Grade In Buying Bread. So many people in the notes are like “this is why I can never go to France” but that one time I went into a Starbucks in the US I found the place to be a reservoir of agonies, I promise I would feel every bit as judged and woeful buying bread in your country, it wasn’t a post about being French it was a post about being anxious!