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[7pleiades7]

The Golden Hour by Frank William Cuprien (American, 1871 – 1948), oil on canvas, 20 × 26 inches, Private Collection

[memories-of-ancients]

Sardonyx cameo with a double Capricorn on portrait of emperor Augustus, Roman, 27 BC - 14 AD

from The MET

[huariqueje]

Lavender - Jean Ebbe

American , b. 1934 -

Acrylic on wood panel , 17 x 23 in.

[thelien-art]

Can I offer you a proud mom, Galadriel, and little Celebrían, on this fine summer day?

Prints | Commissions | Support me on Ko-Fi; early access drawings + WIP + commission discounts

[huariqueje]

Unknown - Eileen David , 2013.

American , b. 1952 -

Oil on canvas , 44 x 34 in.

[robert-hadley]

Suffolk by Haarkon

[starspray]

snippet sunday

thanks for the tag @aroacebaggins!

guess what part of Rubble I've finally reached:

Twilight had settled over the world between Fëanor’s parting from Curufin and his arrival at the palace. Overhead the stars were coming out, shining soft and silver, and over the sounds of Pídhres’ distress was the usual chorus of crickets. Fireflies winked at them from the flower beds as they walked down the path; the air smelled heavily of roses and lavender. Fëanor expected to hear Maglor’s voice at any moment, cajoling or scolding, but he heard nothing else. “Oh dear,” said Nerdanel. She stopped and caught Fëanor’s hand. It was the first time she had actually touched him since he’d come back, and he nearly tripped over his own feet in surprise. “I think she’s in the hedge maze.” They entered the maze, which was quite dark under the towering boxwood. Nerdanel led the way, and they very quickly came to the center garden, but found it empty. Pídhres sounded much louder, but it was hard to tell exactly how they might reach her. “You try that way, and I’ll go this way,” Fëanor said, pointing to two different paths heading more or less in the general direction. “You think Macalaurë got himself lost?” Nerdanel asked. “Pídhres did, at the very least.” And maybe that was why he hadn’t returned home, Fëanor thought. He might have lost Pídhres elsewhere in the gardens and was now making a search of his own, unaware that his brothers were looking for him in turn.

gonna tag @sallysavestheday @thescrapwitch @motherfuckingnazgul if you want to share something!

[firagasoap]

Broccoli Knuckle Duster by David Delahunty

[ma-gpie]

[escuerzoresucitado]

Pedestrian traffic lights

[sjorsdottir]

Ooooh, we have a bunch of really fancy pedestrian traffic lights in Germany! I need to share:

Starting off with the difference between formerly Eastern German traffic lights (upper images) and formerly Western German traffic lights (lower images):

The city of Erfurt had some additions, like an umbrella or a heart:

Same sex love in Marburg (upper image) and Frankfurt (lower image):

Traffic light lady in Bremen:

Karl Marx light in Trier:

Face of Friedrich Engels in Wuppertal:

Elvis in Friedberg (Hessen):

A sparrow (for the Golden Sparrow film awards) in Gera:

Winemaker in Bad Dürkenheim:

Mainzelmännchen (mascot of the public broadcasting service ZDF) in Mainz:

Otto Waalkes (German Comedian) in Emden:

Town musicians of Bremen in Bremen:

A miner in Pirmasens, Rheinland-Pfalz:

Bishop in Fulda:

Source: Saarbrücker Zeitung

Enjoy!

[translatingpoststogerman]

And we call these "Ampelmännchen" ("traffic lights little man").

[robot-roadtrip-rants]

omg that's amazing! I wanna visit Germany just to take pictures of all the cute traffic lights.

[southaway]

Ainur Week, here we go! I've decided I want to do a slightly unhinged amount of Tolkien fandom weeks over the span of the next few months.

I went back and forth about how to pick who to draw for Ainur Week, and I decided to narrow things down by going only with the Maiar (I want to redo my Valar series sometime soon). Some of these match up the correct day. Some don't. I did my best.

@ainurweek Day One: Eönwë

I like the idea that the Maiar go a little crazy with how they look. I think the Valar stick mostly to looking live Elves or Men, at least when they're dealing directly with them. I think the Maiar just do whatever they want. Eagle felt like an obvious design direction for the Herald of Manwë, and multiple wings for a sense of divinity. I spent way to long looking at types of eagles. I finally settled on Steller's Sea Eagle. Please look them up, the proportions of their beaks compared to their heads is wild. For colors, I matched the colors I used in my Manwë piece years ago.

[huariqueje]

Stony Beach - Inge Schiöler , 1969. 

Swedish , 1908-1971

Oil on canvas,   65 x 58 cm.

[akzgaj]

Celegorm

[rooxloa]

[arinewman7]

Island in the Attersee

Gustav Klimt

oil on canvas, ca. 1901-1902

[x-aipio]

Afternoon in Gondolin

I know a few people wanted me to try Eöl or Maeglin, but I was already working on this as a way to distract myself from the nightmare of a bigger project.

After finishing Aredhel's portrait, I started wondering what the shared features of Fingolfin's House would actually look like. In my mind, most of the House of Finwë inherited Finwë's features to varying degrees (with Finarfin's line being a bit of an exception). This was really an excuse to explore that idea: for example, I picture Aredhel and Argon taking more after Anairë, whereas Fingon and Turgon inherited more of Fingolfin's features. Then there are the little family traits that show up, like Indis's blue eyes.

[foxleycrow]

Annael & his little foster son Tuor, for @tolkiengenweek. Watercolor.

I wrote a short (gen) fic to go with this one:

Wavesong 

When I was young, the waves sang to me. I raced among the breakers, the mists about my hair, and the lake at my feet. We lived far from the ocean then, but I ran unafraid through the shallows of our great lake. I heard words in the waves as I went. Your son, they said, your son. In their soft, watery voices, again and again.

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[pitya-nauco]

lúthien’s escape