Thranduil; Â THEIR GREATEST KING
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Thranduil; Â THEIR GREATEST KING
Concept: you know how most media depicts Tolkien-style elves as being super jaded by immortality?
What if it was the opposite?
Like, you have stories where a sad thing happens and an elf cries for a hundred years, or where courtships last for decades, or what have you. Letâs run with that: part of the whole immortality deal is that elvesâ emotional responses donât attenuate as readily as humansâ do.
New relationship? The âheady infatuationâ stage lasts for years, not months.
Heard an awesome song? Hearing it for the hundredth time is just as moving as hearing it for the very first.
Favourite food? Eat it for every meal and never get sick of it.
Basically, what Iâm saying is imagine elves being really, really annoying because they respond emotionally to everything like theyâre experiencing it for the very first time, even when you know theyâve seen it a thousand times before.
In addition to this: what we would conceive as âfadsâ they get really into.
Like, a fashion trend kicks off and instead of moving onto the next big thing, elves make it The Only Way to Dress. As great as this is for mortals who love retro clothing, imagine Crocs and silly bands being popular for a century. Adult elves who still sit around trying to persuade their friends to trade a giraffe band for what they swear is a phoenix but is really a regular bird.
This doesnât just apply to clothing so have some elves who never grew out of their scene phase. Emo elves who seriously introduce themselves as Ebony Darkâness Dementia Raven Way or some similarly overwrought name.
Humans donât know whether to be fascinated or amused at it all.
Humans think there are different subspecies of elves, but really theyâre just different factions of incredibly devoted trendsters.
âŚâŚâwhat ifâ
And those among us who have known the Eldar, and maybe have loved them, say on our side: âThere is no weariness in the eyes of the Elves.â And we find that they do not understand the saying that goes among Men: too often seen is seen no longer. And they wonder much that in the tongues of Men the same word may mean both âlong-knownâ and âstaleâ. âWe have thought that this was so only because the Elves have lasting life and undiminished vigor. âGrown-up childrenâ we, the guests, sometimes call you, my lord.
- J.R.R. Tolkien, âAthrabeth Finrod ah Andreth,â Morgothâs Ring (Histories of Middle-Earth vol. X)
The reason Iâm not as active on this blog, is because itâs a very much a PT side blog. Only stuff that really speaks to me goes on here and ONLY Tolkien stuff goes on here now. The only peripherally related stuff goes on my main blog now.
So, this blog isnât really weighty or clout-worthy, but my main blog is a whole ass mess and way more personal so...I spend more time on it.
From J.R.R Tolkien mythology, my vision of Lorien or Irmo Lord of the Dreams and Visions. He lives in Valinor in a fairest garden, wich is filled with many spirits, with his wife the vala EstÍ.
tolkien character posters ⢠glorfindel
i lost my gold lining once, it came back. stronger than ever and iâm ready to try again
for @unappreciated-elves because her writing is amazing and she loves glorfindel!
OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH THIS IS BEAUTIFUL
Gandalf: *gives any directions or commands of any kind*
Thorin:
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âââąâ˛ in this
ââąâąâ˛â˛ house
âąâąââŽâ˛â˛ we love
ââââââ & appreciate
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the feanorians
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ââââťâââââťâââ
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It would appear that Iâm being called out
alaskan gothic
you own three offroading vehicles. you cannot remember officially purchasing one. you do not have titles for them. you have four offroading vehicles.
the sun disappears for months at a time. you wake up in the dark. you leave your home in the dark. you return home in the dark. the darkness is ever-present. it blankets you. it comforts you. do not think about what is in the darkÂ
the sun doesnât set for months at a time. it follows you, heavy and sullen. you cannot hide from it. you cannot escape. it follows. it waits. you may never sleep again.
you wear flannel and xtra tuffs over jeans and a t-shirt. is this is what you have always worn? you canât remember. your closet contains nothing else.
tourists are everywhere. they leave a trail of garbage behind. they flood the roads. they choke the rivers. they are in your home, smiling, cameras ready. you cannot escape.
you are constantly reminded how small and insignificant you are by the mountains and the tundra and the endless sky. you feel like you are alone, but are you really? the cracking in the forest suggests otherwise.
the state promises you money every october. the check disappears before ever being deposited into your account. you own five offroading vehicles.
there are sounds outside your home at night. your security lights blink on but there is nothing there. your nearest neighbor is half a mile away.
you drive a vehicle that has a new dent every few weeks, whether youâve hit anything or not. you donât walk anywhere. you drive and drive and drive, but you have not arrived at your destination. there are only the mountains.
you systematically kill every mosquito inside your home. when you turn off the lights and go to bed, you hear the tell-tale wavering whine. your skin prickles and begins to itch. you scratch and scratch and you are still itchy. youâre bleeding and you can still hear them.
@straightouttahimring this is Alaskan gothic and I was thinking this kind of mood for Melkor
i cant believe its daylight savings time and i havent seen the âhello its me your cousin oskaar from icelandâ video on my dash yet you are all slackers
i guess i have to do all the work around here dont i
hey just a small reminder that
THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH SELF INSERT FANFICTION OR SELF INSERT OCs JUST DO YOU AND BE HAPPY BOOBOO
just once i wanna put the blade of my sword under a pretty boyâs chin and tilt their head up so i can see both fear and arousal in their eyes is that too much to ask
FOR THE FIRST TIME IN NINE YEARS, I WAS ABLE TO LISTEN TO DREAMING TREE BY DAVE MATTHEWS WITHOUT CRYING
Chaotic neutral. Itâs not that you donât care, clearly. Itâs that you entirely follow your whims. We are very very lucky in that your whims tend to lean toward the good. But you donât do good because itâs Good, you do things that are good because you want to. You love us because you want to. You love the stars because you want to. And on occasion, you tell us to eat our abusers and bury their bones in the ashes of our old lives, because you want to.
I AM REALLY LOVING THESE ASKS
Who wants to hear my new conspiracy theory about lawyers
Canât legally lie, but they trade in half-truths and misleading language
Obsessed with contracts
Required to follow the letter (but not the spirit) of the law
Really good at exploiting loopholes
Range from semi-helpful to openly malevolent
Conclusion?? Faeries
Well I mean the places where we do our main business are even called âcourtsâ so itâs not like weâre trying that hard to hide it.
#the strongest of us are able to cast enough of a glamour to be appointed or elected judges over human lives
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Thoughts on The Doom of Mandos
So in a prompt I was asked if I thought the Doom of the Mandos was fair and I swear I tried to just say âno, I do not think it was.â However, it is almost midnight and before I knew it I had ranted on like a conspiracy theorist written a lengthy arguement about the doom in which I go from âwell thatâs not very nice,â to âthis moral compass seems to be a bit off,â and straight on to âseriously Namo, WTF.â I do believe that part of their âdoomâ the Noldor brought upon themselves through their own actions. However, I have numerous issues with the Doom of the Noldor ranging from the Valarâs questionable authority to their dubious motives and excessive use of force.
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the worst thing about writing is that you arenât just a writer. you have to be a thousand things. a poet, a flirt, a weapons expert, a bleeding heart, a scholar, a legendary cook, a theorist, an engineer, a reckless teenage girl, a dying god. you have to be able to write monologues and speeches and heartfelt confessions, and you have to make them believable. writing is putting yourself into someone elseâs shoes.
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