one of my favorite tropes of media is fate and when it comes to their lessons on how you deal with them
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one of my favorite tropes of media is fate and when it comes to their lessons on how you deal with them
Passing The Mint Tea
Watercolor On Black Paper
2022, 8"x 10"
Spearmint, Mentha spicata
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I often wonder what happened to authors of unfinished fanfictions.
I hope they’re having a nice life
we absolutely are not and that unfinished fic haunts us to this day
Reblog if that unfinished fic haunts you to this day
My toxic trait as a horror fan is that I will never ever ever ever ever tire of grief horror. The idea of grief driving people to do dark and unimaginable and truly horrific things is just so fucking raw and so fucking real to me and it fucks me up every single time. I don‘t care how many times I see it done in different ways or in the exact same way, it always hits for me. I am an absolute simp for any and all grief-based horror concepts and I forever will be.
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What If?
a drabble-and-a-half for @tolkiengenweek also written for the 7/4/2026 SWG instadrabble prompt: What about the lives I might have lived? / As who? And who will be accountable / for this regret I see no way to avoid?
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“What if we just left?” Maglor’s voice was light, but Maedhros knew better than to believe he wasn’t at least half-serious. “What if we just—passed over the Ered Luin and vanished into the woods there?”
They couldn’t, and they both knew it. But Maglor was not the only one who indulged in fancies and what-ifs—what if they could forswear the Oath and fear no Everlasting Darkness? What if they could shrug off the yoke of Doom and escape this never ending war and ever growing Shadow? Fëanor had spoken once of finding even the shores of Cuiviénen again.
Maedhros looked out of the window at the driving snow. Somewhere, their brothers were all preparing to depart—preparing for battle beneath the trees.
He did not answer; the Oath rose up and coiled tight around his throat, choking the words before they could escape. Let’s find out.
July 26th 12:12pm
So I made the decision to go to a restaurant near the hotel. A room tonight is only $145, including taxes and deposit. So one painting, $150, or 3 $50 painting deposits, or 5 $30 deposits would get me back in a room. If I stay here, no Ubers, no transportation costs. I can check back in at 3pm, so that's the goal/plan.
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It's almost 4pm I have $1.29 the restaurant closed. I'm sitting at the hotel stranded in 103°F heat. I can't afford to leave and can't afford to get a room.
Help. Help. Help.
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So, there’s a post about how Bertie Wooster’s “what ho!” is a corruption of Beowulf’s “Hwaet!” And @fremedon and @oldshrewsburyian wrote up some things I decided to voice.
nickname poll
So currently I answer to my full first name (which I usually introduce myself with) as well as two nicknames/diminutives plus my last name when people mistake it for a first name. There are two or three other nicknames I've also gone by in the past. I'm perfectly fine with this, or neutral at minimum-- I have a common name and have had to be flexible with how I'm distinguished for my whole life. I also don't feel a deep and fundamental connection of my name with my identity, though I think going by another name entirely would confuse me.
A number of friends have been appalled at me being called names I don't say are my name. Which is really weird to me, although I'd go to battle for anyone else who was getting either deadnamed or called something they didn't want. But this perspective seems surprisingly common!
How do you feel about being called something other than the name you introduce yourself with?
I think it's fun if people give me (non-derogatory) nicknames or shorten my name
I don't care if people call me something else and will answer to it
I'm mildly uncomfortable or annoyed but won't make an issue of it
I HATE being called something else and will always correct people
Nuance in tags/Vanilla extract/I'm bald
T R(ex)ochallor
Fingolfin going on his suicide and rage fueled quest
Rochallor returning alone and fatally wounded to Fingon
@wanderingnork put this idea in my head but for a long time I had no idea how to draw it, but it's finally done !
Also lyrics from Time Stands Still by Blind Guardian
How to chain a unicorn
Queens of Númenor
some people are taking "doomed" to mean "dead". this is actually a misconception! you can be doomed even if you don't die! it's sometimes worse if you don't die!
saw a post on bluesky about reimagining The Iliad as a mecha war and that idea goes unbelievably hard. achilles in his legally distinct gundam cutting through dozens of enemy suits. aggamemnon in his gold-plated mech. paris using a long range sniper rifle to exploit a design flaw in achilles' armor. the gods are all various megacorps who have a stake in the war bc it'll impact their profits.
None Might Restrain Him
a double drabble for @tolkiengenweek also written for the 7/4/2026 SWG instadrabble prompt: Fall, Run, Silent, Hope
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The only sound in the silent halls was Fingon’s footsteps. He ran, skidding around corners, heart in his throat, desperate. Please still be here please don’t go—
In his hand he held the crown—it had been Finwë’s, then Fëanor’s, then Fingolfin’s, damaged and never repaired—the tarnishing as much a symbol as the crown itself. It had been left before his accustomed seat at the council table. The message was clear.
No, no nonono please please please—
He burst out of the doors into the frigid, smoke-tinged air, just in time to see Rochallor gallop past toward the gates. “No!” he cried. “Atya!”
It was too late. Fingolfin passed out of the gates in a clatter of hooves and a rush of wind. None could stay him or hope to catch him. Fingon stumbled off the last step. He didn’t know if he could not breathe because he was winded or because of the smoke in the air or because of the horrible, terrible, enormous wave of hopeless grief that washed over him.
Argon—dead. Turgon, Aredhel—gone. Fingolfin—gone.
The crown fell from his hand to clatter on the stones as he covered his face and wept.
One popular take on "deconstructions" of children's media I'll push back on is the idea that talking about how fucked up it is that a bunch of kids have to save the world is inherently pandering to adult audiences. Kids love it when kids' media is about how fucked up it is to be a kid who has to save the world – you've just gotta not be condescending about it.
He was as tall as he was tall, and his eyes were the color they were. To describe his hair one would say that he had some. His face had all the features you'd expect, and none of the ones you wouldn't. "There he is," people would often say of him, but only when he was there. And they were right.