númenórean pottery fragments dated between s.a. 3253-3319. discovered on the southwestern shores of gondor

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númenórean pottery fragments dated between s.a. 3253-3319. discovered on the southwestern shores of gondor
Youāve heard of one shots, now get ready for none shots! Itās when you think of an idea for a fic and then donāt write it
First time dad FĆ«anor interpreting infant Maedhrosās inarticulate utterances with great certainty:
Maedhros: nnnng AHHHH g g g
Fƫanor, plucking him from his cradle: SO! You want your blanket refolded into a triangle and not a square. Admirable aesthetic judgement. It shall be done.
(With his other arm he refolds it with unnecessary geometric precision)
(Maedhros grabs for FĆ«anorās circlet while drooling on his collar)
Fƫanor: Ah! An eye for keen workmanship over fine raiment.
Maedhros: bBbbbBb (wriggling and kicking)
Fƫanor: you desire to be borne aloft that you may inspect the proportions of the room by every angle!
(He grasps him under the arms and banks around the room a few times like a great eagle)
(Maedhros shrieks in delight)
Fƫanor: as I perceived. You and I understand each other, my son.
awhile back i had an idea for a childrenās picture book about how to be a princess that upon closer examination turns out to be a 1:1 adaptation of Machiavelli's Il Principe. i mentioned it offhand to my mom, and promptly forgot about it. she really liked the idea though and wanted me to actually write the book, so now iām going through it chapter by chapter and making little mockups. Hereās chapter iv
Stourhead, Wiltshire, UK
*woman reading a book about the punic wars voice*: guys i think i picked the wrong team to root for
my goat (hannibal barca) is washed :(
*woman reading a book about the punic wars voice*: guys i think i picked the wrong team to root for
my high horse is actually awesome and fast like the wind
join me in imagining a horrible alternate universe in which the silmarillion holds the same iron grip on national security analysts as thucidydes does today
i look up hannibal expecting my wonderful opresser from the punic wars hannibal barca and instead get some gay cannibal š
thinking about coptic mummy paintings and weeping
like. i know these people
so excited for this!
Julia Soboleva, āThe burial of a green giant,ā 2026
'The Others' stained glass by Harry Clarke from 'The Eve of St. Agnes', 1927.
#harryclarke
i bet parasitic insects say shit like āhave a lice dayš¤ā and āyouāve ticked me offš”ā
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Do you guys like the Mistborn trilogy cause I did š¢š¢š¢š¢š¢
Ending so traumatizing I had to go back to traditional
Bonus:
He kind of has a big head but that works for him
LORD HURON FANS AND LORE GREMLINS ALIKE: FEAST!!
May You Live Until You Die, Benās art exhibit in Los Angeles. Open through August 2nd. :,)