Its Pride Month Im Back

I was born in the 90’s 💗 gay as fuck and just watched Xena for the first time so I’m back on tumblr to vomit digitally and not annoy my wife so much

[jessiesjaded]

Ship dynamics are always like Sunshine and Sunshine protector~ Cinnamon roll and their grumpy one 🤗 Well what about 2 cunts. They're both cunts and that's the dynamic. cunt4cunt.

[teaboot]

[incorrect-xena-quotes]

Gabrielle: So what if my wife murdered people. She looked hot as fuck doing it.

[demilypyro]

"Kill them with kindness" wrong. Gengar use shadow ball

[bornfreakdraws]

Just gals becoming pals™

[jeniferprince]

soulmates

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[gameraboy2]

Lucy Lawless behind the scenes on Xena: Warrior Princess (1995)

[girl4music]

Fireside chats in Xena were a massive thing. And this intimacy between Xena and Gabrielle was romantic even if there was no physical/sexual intimacy involved. This made the depiction of their relationship deeper than most romantic/sexual relationships on-screen.

You can call what they had “fan service” if you like…

But I honestly much prefer this WLW representation.

And I know I always will because emotional intimacy just far outweighs physical intimacy on any given day.

[cletusthurstonbeauregard]

[thememedaddy]

[pixiu-pix]

[inthesensethat]

[sunflowerslut]

[ponyboyfaceshopping]

feeling like the health inspector

[ponyboyfaceshopping]

[antimony-ore]

[thatsbelievable]

[catgirlcadaver-deactivated20241]

I am looking neither respectfully nor disrespectfully. I gaze without recognition of your form, and without understanding.

[theofficialjonbeers]

Me without my glasses

[bernese-mountain-dyke]

ice cold take but if you have to pay for accessibility features it is not in fact accessible

[beewitch4-deactivated]

If you need to jump through one billion flaming hoops for accessibility accommodations they are not in fact accessible.

[homunculus-argument]

Reading a book about slavery in the middle-ages, and as the author sorts through different source materials from different eras, I am starting to understand why so many completely fantastical accounts of "faraway lands" went without as much as a shrug. The world is such a weird place that you can either refuse to believe any of it or just go "yeah that might as well happen" and carry on with your day.

There was this 10th century arab traveller who wrote into an account that the fine trade furs come from a land where the night only lasts one hour in the summer and the sun doesn't rise at all in the winter, people use dogs to travel, and where children have white hair. I don't think I'd believe something like that either if I didn't live here.

[acatatoniccavalcade]

Had a similar thought when I was up close to a lazy rhino the other day. Like, animals can be so bizarre looking that, honestly, those medieval monks did a pretty good job drawing exotic species based only on fourth hand descriptions.

[nunuisancenewt]

I understand where this justification comes from but like, they couldn’t even draw a turtle, a completely normal common European animal, I think we just have to accept medieval monks were bad artists actually

[homunculus-argument]

My theory is that the monks had never seen one because they'd never been outside. Like I know they did their own gardening and all but do we really know if they ever touched grass. Chronically in the manuscripts.

[velvet4510]

To anyone who believes fairy tale romances never happen in real life, may I remind you that JRR and Edith Tolkien met and experienced a forbidden love in their youth, and then were separated for five whole years because of his guardian’s rules that he could not date till he was 21, and she got engaged to someone else only because she assumed he’d forgotten her and lost hope that she could ever be with him, but then on his 21st birthday, he wrote her a letter saying he still loved her and wanted to marry her, she responded basically saying ‘if I’d known you hadn’t left me on the shelf, I would never have said yes to anyone else,’ then a week later she greeted him at the train station and then immediately dumped her fiancé, and they got married and she converted to his religion and danced for him in a flowering field far away from the trenches into which he was drafted, which left such an impression that he crafted an entire story about the most beautiful maiden in the world who danced in the woods and made enormous sacrifices to be with the man she loved, and they had four kids and remained faithful to each other and blissfully grew old together and their gravestones are now marked with the names of that same fictional couple that he created, who broke every rule and overcame every possible obstacle to be together and get a happy ending, who only did all that because he based it all on their own real love story.

[tuulikki]

Knowing all this has always made this bit of Beren’s song instantly reduce me to tears:

Though all to ruin fell the world

and were dissolved and backward hurled

unmade into the old abyss,

yet were its making good, for this—

the dawn, the dusk, the earth, the sea—

that Lúthien on a time should be!

Tolkien straight up wrote a poem that said “the world could end, but it wouldn’t have all been pointless, because she was in this world, however briefly, and that justified all the rest.” Kills me.

Who can outdo Wife Guy Tolkien? Dude was writing elaborate AUs where his wife is an impossibly beautiful magic-wielding immortal elf princess who fights Satan and wins to rescue her human boyfriend from Satan’s doom fortress. Flawless.

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@thevagabondexpress

[sniperct]

I feel like this needs a quote from one of his letters to his son after his wife passed. You know, for the extra heartache.

I never called Edith Lúthien – but she was the source of the story that in time became the chief part of the Silmarillion. It was first conceived in a small woodland glade filled with hemlocks at Roos in Yorkshire (where I was for a brief time in command of an outpost of the Humber Garrison in 1917, and she was able to live with me for a while). In those days her hair was raven, her skin clear, her eyes brighter than you have seen them, and she could sing – and dance. But the story has gone crooked, & I am left, and I cannot plead before the inexorable Mandos.

Tolkien, J. R. R.. The Letters of J. R. R. Tolkien (p. 420). HarperCollins Publishers. Kindle Edition.