hello vonnie
Cosmic Funnies
wallacepolsom
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Keni
noise dept.
JBB: An Artblog!
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trying on a metaphor
Kaledo Art
blake kathryn
One Nice Bug Per Day
YOU ARE THE REASON
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
we're not kids anymore.
Three Goblin Art
occasionally subtle
Sade Olutola
Monterey Bay Aquarium
Andulka
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@starrstrike
Ever since i was a little girl I have wanted to fight in battle and receive a grave but concealable injury and continue fighting bravely til the end and get reunited with my comrades and then smile and cough up blood then die smiling
claimed by the sea 🔱
Winter tore open Autumn’s throat and whispered in her ear.
“Sleep, my dear. Once more the earth belongs to me.”
Submerged beneath the northwestern coastline of Ashenvale Forest are the ruins of what once was a Highborne temple complex. Long since abandoned by the Quel'dorei, the caverns have been claimed mainly by the Twilight’s Hammer cult, but also by murlocs from the coast, satyrs from western Ashenvale and southern Felwood, and naga from Nazj'vel not far to the north, all drawn to the pull of ancient power thrumming far below.
The murloc leader Gelihast established one of two pearlescent altar rooms as his slimy lair. The lady Sarevess at first delved deep into the Moonshrine ruins and spitefully erected a statue in homage to the naga queen, but later retreated outward when repelled by the cult’s presence there. The naga and power-hungry satyr, on skeptical and uneasy terms with the cult, agreed to guard the ruined caves from intruders as the cult’s leader, Lord Kelris, fed sacrificed prisoners and even his own minions to what all believed was the favorite pet of the Old Gods - one of which purportedly still dwells beneath this forgotten ancestral home of the night elves.
Aku'mai the massive hydra has been ‘killed’ many times, but adventurers to this day report that it yet dwells in the furthest bowels of the Blackfathom Deeps. With the sheer number of fae wisp spirits present, twining themselves endlessly around the massive roots of the earth above, perhaps there is truth to the rumor of a sleeping Old God. The naga appear to have been searching for something, and wisps are quite capable of bending living wood to serve a purpose - perhaps, that of a prison?
The Blackfathom Deeps (instance), Zoram Strand, Ashenvale, Kalimdor, Azeroth
Blackfathom Deeps.
I do not know another song that makes me feel better …
mine and @rotmance’s last braincells: “what if vogue gondor existed and did an editorial on eowyn’s marriage to faramir?” I did the art, she did the amazing article, so read it here! :
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Two more Middle-earth postcards, today from Lothlórien ♡ (it took me two months to do colouring...I am really slow at digital media :D But I wanted colours here to be really different, magic...I hope it works :3 )
FOR @FRODO-BAGGINS BECAUSE THEY DESERVE THE WORLD ⤷ "There are some things that time cannot mend. Some hurts that go too deep, that have taken hold…“
Oh, Sam…
If you are a person who doesn't like Frodo Baggins I am taking you by the shoulders. I am shaking you gently. I am asking you if you've ever had to try to do something overwhelming. I am asking you if you've ever had to carry on in the face of insurmountable despair. I am asking if you've ever carried burdens no one else could know of. I am asking if you've never seen yourself in the monstrous. I'm asking you if you've ever been unable to trust your own mind. I am asking if your mental health has ever made you unreasonable. I'm asking if you've ever been too weak to take care of yourself, too weak to do the right thing in the end, too weak to do what, in your heart of hearts, you want to do. I'm asking if you've ever been too small to make a significant difference and if you tried anyway. I'm asking if you've ever faltered under something heavy placed on your shoulders. I'm asking if you've ever taken the next step despite never wanting to move again.
If you haven't yet, you will.
“He never had any real hope in the affair from the beginning; but being a cheerful hobbit he had not needed hope, as long as despair could be postponed.”
The comic is based on a scene from the chapter “The passage of the marshes”
You know, when I was a kid watching lotr, I used to hate Frodo. I thought he was whiny or angry or weak. Most of my friends thought so too. I would watch the movies and just skip the scenes he’s in.
And then I got sick.
And now, at least a little, I understand him better. I know how it feels to carry the weight of living in a body that attacks itself, in a mind that wants to convince me to give up. I know how it feels for everyone around you not to understand what you’re going through. To get angry, to feel isolated. And watching him struggle with it but decide to get up over and over with the help of his support system (Sam) it means a lot more to me.
And even when he does manage to get rid of the ring, he’s forever changed. I feel like being sick changed me too. Even if there were a cure, I wouldn’t be the same person I used to be. And that’s okay. Maybe not ideal or fair, but it’s okay.
Frodo struggles, and he fails, and he suffers. And he gets back up and he is okay. And im okay too
the great thing about being human is that you can wake up & decide to make incredibly mediocre things with your hands forever
hands are insane because they're the absolute sexiest part of a body veins tendons knuckles hair on the wrist and the back of the fingers bones and blood all close to the skin screaming I AM ALIVE AND I SHAPE THE WORLD AROUND ME freckles and scars and the cryptic spiral of a fingerprint on each digit but also you cover them up with gloves and they BECOME HOTTER for some reason. and then you take the gloves off and they're hotter again. science can't explain this
you have the hands of a healer OOGH
Then an old wife, Ioreth, the eldest of the women who served in that house, looking on the fair face of Faramir, wept, for all the people loved him. And she said: ‘Alas! if he should die. Would that there were kings in Gondor, as there were once upon a time, they say! For it is said in old lore: The hands of the king are the hands of a healer. And so the rightful king could ever be known.’
