Don't hit me, I got a book to defend with

I post... Well, other than the occasional question thingy mostly the Lady Macbeth is savage and the sarcasm post... I should stop that... Maybe... But maybe another day... Also I like LotR, Star Wars, writing in general, Dr Who, Pokemon... Oh yes, and OWLS... Because owls make everything better...

[unpretty]

The Outbursts of Everett True was a comic strip that ran in papers from 1905 to 1927, wherein the aforementioned Everett True regularly beat the everliving shit out of rude people as a warning to anyone else who might consider being rude. Men have not only been taking up too much room on public transport for about as long as public transport has existed, but the people around them have been irritated about it for at least a hundred years. The next time someone tries to claim that manspreading is a false phenomenon, please direct them to this strip so that Everett True can correct their misconceptions with an umbrella upside the head.

[guyalice]

I have never before heard of Everett True, but if he “regularly beat the everliving shit out of rude people as a warning to anyone else who might consider being rude,” I have a strong spiritual connection with him.

[froginakettle]

[hotcocoachia]

I fucking love him

[jaynavajasso]

i can imagine this guy’s voice very clearly in my head but i couldn’t put a name to it 

[iamtypinglike98madmen-deactivat]

He also jabs racists in the eye!

[tumblunni]

I love the justice grandpa of fists

[cursedcharley]

I’m very lucky to own a book that’s a collection of most of these comics (sadly not all of them) and would highly recommend hunting these down if you can. Sorry for the lack of a scanner but phone photos will just have to do.

He was a enjoyable cuss who didn’t care for war mongering.

Especially profitable war mongering and excuses for it!

He certainly didn’t like selfish husbands and fathers!

Politicians who turned on their words once they got theirs weren’t safe.

He said fuck the police!

He absolutely didn’t like people ruining little things for kids.

He stood up for foreigners. Especially those doing their best to communicate with limited second language knowledge.

He was not having any tomfoolery when it came to gun safety and laws. Especially with youth involved.

You had better not abuse a animal with him nearby. He’d right that wrong real quick!

And best of all him and his wife were both prickly cusses together. Relationship goals.

[leradny]

You get a new suit every few months but your wife hasn’t gotten new clothes in two years GO OFF MISTER TRUE

[russandolly]

Faramir said fuck your storyline

[whetstonefires]

‘i did not even want him’ well there’s a faramir mood

[unfugbilder]

all pictures were collected from different tumblr accounts in 2014-17

[dontblamethewitches]

get you a woman who can do both

[meadow-roses]

I drew an owl  :)

[pagewoman]

[pagewoman]

Barn Owl, Hodsock Priory, Nottinghamshire, England

[heartial]

hir·aeth

/‘hir,āeth/

noun a homesickness for a home you can not return to or a home that never was.

[cemetery-moss]

Secrets held within 📖🏰

[thewillowsilver]

I was tagged by @madamebaggio to post the last sentence I wrote and tag as many people as there are words.

"Der Hüne nickte mit einem breiten Grinsen."

(The giant nodded with a broad smile.)

@hvrleyquinn

@lillaxd1

@pillsofabittersweetlife

@writersrandomramblings

@duerrenmatt

@collected-sports-bra

@ablativeofyourmotherssorrow

[trainsinanime]

Just once, I want the hero to go “your wife/sister/mother/whatever would not have wanted this!”, and the villain to go, “actually, we talked about this a lot. She was really into vigilante justice and eye for an eye stuff. She always said, if something like this happens, avenge me.”

[dreadlord-mr-son]

“Your mother never would have wanted this!”

“Wow you clearly never met my mother.”

[amuseoffyre]

“Your wife wouldn’t have wanted this!”

“To be honest, I’m following her list of instructions. Do you think I came up with this plan by myself?”

[dragonwitch21]

“I wanted to go to art school, but no! You had to kill my sister and make me enact her 37 step plan on what to do in case she was murdered!”

[mrevaunit42]

“Look, if it was up to me I would be sitting at home watching movies, eating fast food without a care in the world but my mom was very specific in her will and if I want my inheritance, I need to follow this plan to the letter. I don’t know what this guy did to her but man did she hold a grudge.” 

[caffeinewitchcraft]

“I knew your husband, he was a good hero. He would have wanted you to keep doing good deeds in his stead—“

“Actually, he wanted me to finish his bucket list for him and robbing a bank is on there,like, fifty times.”

[ab-artist]

I wanna read it…

[iamarlenm]

[whatshouldwecallmeclassics]

Why I love translation

[thewillowsilver]

Why I study Latin

[thewillowsilver]

Legolas, clearing his throat: Here we have a beautiful couple... Let's take a closer look.

Arwen: I just really care about your feelings!

Aragorn: I care about your feelings too!

Legolas, turing his head: And over here you can see another couple...

Éowyn: YOU NEED TO PAY MORE ATTENTION TO ME INSTEAD OF BEIN IN THE INFIRMARY!

Faramir: I WOULDN'T HAVE TO SPEND SO MUCH TIME AT THE INFIRMARY IF YOU STOPPED INSISTING ON FIGHTING EVERYONE WITHIN A FIVE FOOT RADIUS OF YOU!

Legolas: Nature is amazing.

[what-life-im-a-fangirl]

Day 10: Favorite Romance

I know many people love Aragorn and Arwen and their love is beautiful but they aren’t my favorite. I also love Sam and Rosie together… they are just precious.

But I have to say that my favorite is Eowyn and Faramir. Eowyn was so infatuated with Aragorn but when she met Faramir I think she learned the difference between infatuation and real love. Faramir adored Eowyn and treated her like a queen (even though she protested to no longer desire to be one). That was another reason I loved their love - Eowyn’s desire to be with Faramir outweighed her desire to be a queen.

It’s also so poetic - the union of two kingdoms: Rohan and Gondor.

[shadovvlurking]

i’m simple….this is my fav character dynamic

alternatively 

[ubeshibe]

Both great, but may I add another variation

[smokbeast-deactivated20221113]

but have y’all considered-

[art-of-a-diffrent-color]

The Training of the White Lady of Roahn

Theodred is making his way to the stables when he hears a faint sound coming from one of the storage rooms. Curious, the young man creeps to the door and opens it just a sliver. What he sees initally sends panic down his spine, for there is Éowyn in the middle of the room and in her hands is a training sword far too large for her little frame.

At first Theodred wants to go over and take it away from her, because even made of wood practice swords can hurt the user if they don’t know what they are doing. Especially when they do not fit the person using them. But he knows that just taking it from her won’t go over well AT ALL, even as a young child she has always been one of those people that needs to make the mistake to learn not to do it.

So Theodred watches and he waits. As he watches her he realizes that she is doing more then randomly swinging the wooden blade: She is running drills, slightly wonky due to the size of the sword and the cramped space and missing a few steps, but drills none the less. She doesn’t notice him when he swings the door open or as approaches, her young face scrunched in concentration.

“What do you think you are doing?”

Éowyn whirls around, sword before her as if it were a real blade. It only takes her a moment to realize who this new person is and when she does her face falls and disappointment slumps her tiny shoulders.

“I’m sorry.” She whispers, the sword tip falling to the ground. “I know I’m not supposed to take things from the armory or use them.”

“If you know you are not supposed to, why did you do it?” Theodred asks, although he already has a pretty good idea why.

Éowyn keeps her eyes on the ground, refusing to make eye contact. Theodred sighs, kneeling on the straw covered ground and tilts her face up. There are tears in her eyes, tears of frustration and fear.

“I just wanted to learn too…” She gets out. “All of the boys are starting to learn and I just…” The tears spill down her cheeks and Theodrid pulls her into a hug.

“I asked- I asked Uncle if I could join them and-and he said no. He-” She hiccups, “He said that little girls should learn oth-other things. And that I shouldn’t go near the training grounds. But I- I couldn’t help it!”

She is wailing by now, the training sword long forgotten on the ground as she clings to her cousin like a life line. There is a wet patch on Theodreds shoulder from where her face is pressed, but he pays it no mind, electing instead to rub soothing circles into the little girls back, letting her talk and cry untill she is out of tears and words.

“I just wanted to learn too.” She repeats, voice bearly above a whisper. “Please don’t tell Uncle.”

“Éowyn, look at me.”

Reluctantly, the girl pulls back tears and snot running down her face. Pulling a hankerchif from his pocket, Theodred begins to clean the mess from her face.

“I’m not going to tell Papa.”

The relief on Éowyns face is palpable and for a moment Theodred thinks she might start crying again.

“But, I can’t let you keep doing this.”

Now she really looks like she will start crying again, so Theodred continues, quickly making up his mind on the vague plan rolling around his head.

“Not by yourself and without an instructor, and certainly not in a storage room.”

A tentative hope begins to spread over Éowyns face although her eyes remain warry.

“Meet me tomorrow night,” Theodred hesitates and casts his mind out for a location. The feast hall? Plenty of room but too public, especially if his father already said no to the idea. The stables? No, they don’t want to spook the horses and sneaking out would be a problem for both of them. His room? It has enough space for two people to run drills without damaging anything and neither one needs to make an excuse to be there. Perfect.

“Meet me in my room and I’ll train you.”

Éowyn squeals with delight and throws her arms once again around her cousins neck.

She babbles her thanks at the speed of a galloping horse, promising to work hard and not tell a soul before skipping off back to the Hall. Theodrid picks up the wooden sword and watches her retreating form from the open door and wonders vaguely what he has just gotten himself into.

[takanashiia]

REBLOG IF I CAN MESSAGE YOU 'HEY' AND START A FRIENDSHIP.

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