#nottolkien

[tolkienmatters]

I often feel echoes

In this empty head,

As if pieces of me were dropped

Along the path I had tread.

I wondered what was in there

Before I sought a cure,

Before I settled on the solution,

And wanted nothing more.

Here I am talking about myself,

Words reverberating against my bones.

My hollow frame never feeling filled,

As if I am travelling between homes.

What would I give to feel whole again?

A selfish question at its core.

What would I give to stop these shaking bones?

Everything, and more.

Hollow by C. D. Valera

[ttrtru]

WE LOVE YOU TUMBLR <3

[misswhalie]

Have some Riku windbreaker fashion?

[nixiegenesis]

Already thinking about what to do with this. A warm-up before I work on a commission. #fluidart #fluidartist #texasartist #mckinneyartist #femaleartist #myart #notfandom #nottolkien

[tolkienmatters]

Heart by the door,

Lungs on the floor,

I left my kidneys downstairs.

For anyone who cares.

I don’t know where my spleen is,

It’s almost out anyway.

My brain I think I remember,

At least in its original form.

Perhaps all this blood isn’t from me,

Perhaps it came from the crowd.

But I forgot that nobody’s around me,

And that it was just a shroud,

I still have one thing I can cling to,

Or well, it clings onto me.

And that is the guilt I suffer,

And sometimes it makes poetry.

Heart by the Door by C. D. Valera.

[tolkienmatters]

Alai suddenly kissed Ender on the cheek and whispered in his ear. "Salaam." Then, red faced, he turned away and walked to his own bed at the back of the barracks. Ender guessed that the kiss and the word were somehow forbidden. A suppressed religion, perhaps. Or maybe the word had some private and powerful meaning for Alai alone. Whatever it meant to Alai, Ender knew that it was sacred; that he had uncovered himself for Ender, as once Ender's mother had done when he was very young, before they put the monitor in his neck, and she had put her hands on his head when she thought he was asleep, and prayed over him. Ender had never spoken of that to anyone, not even to Mother, but had kept it as a memory of holiness, of how his mother loved him when she thought that no one, not even he, could see or hear. That was what Alai had given him: a gift so sacred that even Ender could not be allowed to understand what it meant.

Ender leaving Alai for promotion, Ender's Game by Orson Scott Card

Ender's Game

[tolkienmatters]

A tall tree stands in its field,

Overreaching a fertile yield,

And yet this tree does not grow,

And its fruit is often dark and low,

Its bark is strong, its roots are deep,

And the leaves are very sourly leaved,

While the apples it grows, the fruit from it,

Is sour, bitter, even deadly to a child,

Why is this tree like this? Where did its malice come from?

Why would the bark of a tree command anything but God?

Perhaps this tree knows about its past,

Perhaps it knows about a vixen that last,

Wrought the tree with fear and flame,

And maybe this is how the tree became,

Perhaps this tree will never grow another fruit,

That can be edible by humankind or lover’s conduit,

“Eat them” he says urgently, on a first encounter,

“I need you to try them,” but she hesitates, “The apple you ate?”

“Yes of course” the man replies, “Don’t you love me?”

She bites the apple, and is overcome by darkness,

Because it is over, and the tree is still standing.

A blackened tree stands in its field,

Overreaching a rotten yield.

The Tree by C. D. Valera

[tolkienmatters]

If enforcing gender norms requires a constant state of surveillance and censorship then they probably aren't as biological or innate as you think they are

- Gillian Branstetter