Walk North

Wild side of a Northern Lass

[zannolin]

susan's little smile and quiet "thanks" when father christmas gives her the horn fucks me UP man like she's been so snarky and sensible and defensive the entire movie (even making that comment about "whatever happened to 'battles are ugly affairs'?" when he gives her the bow and quiver just seconds before) and then he looks at her and he sees her and he says here is a way to get help when you need it, no matter what. and you can see clearer than you've ever seen it that susan is scared. susan is so fucking scared. she's trying so hard to Be An Adult, to be the responsible one, the smart one, the one who has her head on straight. her mother told her to be a big girl and she's doing her damndest but she's just a kid! she's a scared kid and she has no one but her siblings to turn to and edmund's gone and lucy's so small and peter, bless him, is peter, so she's got to keep HIS head on straight too, and there's a war back home and a war here and she's supposed to fight in it, and everyone keeps calling her queen and telling her she's got some great and violent destiny, and susan pevensie is scared. and nobody really gets or acknowledges that, i think, until father christmas meets her gaze and gives her the horn. the horn and the quiver. her own sort of shield. does anyone else think about this. can anybody hear me. HELLO.

[anghraine]

For a brief tour into one of my classic fandoms:

Sometimes I just think about Faramir staying in Rohan after the WOTR. Personally, I believe this is certainly in part about supporting Éowyn and remaining near her, but also political: he's removing himself from the public eye in Gondor while Aragorn is establishing himself, but in a plausible-deniability way where there's no appearance of him being pushed aside, kicked out of his home, or otherwise dishonored given his popularity in his own right and his family's. I suspect a lot of correspondence and orders relating to restoring Emyn Arnen and Ithilien are already in the works while he's in Rohan; I really don't think he's planning to take Éowyn from Meduseld to live in a half-ruinous overgrown abandoned place, even if said place is a lot bigger and more ancient than Edoras.

(I could honestly see him having some quiet conversations with Legolas about the Elves coming to Ithilien to "help"—help in scare quotes not because they don't but because it's enrichment for them—before Théoden was even buried. This is the kind of thing you want to get in motion long before it needs to be completed, especially if you're not going to be there in person for awhile.)

But, anyway, I do think Faramir-in-Rohan is a fascinating concept. He's an oddity even in Gondor, but 10x more of one in Rohan. Probably even more because he looks so much like Boromir, and the Rohirrim basically thought of Boromir as a brother from another mother and he's the natural person to associate with the prince their lady is marrying—and then in reality they're dealing with Boromir's brother from the same mother being this fey weirdo who's like "oh sorry, I don't hunt recreationally" before wandering off to commune with an angry horse.

[maenefa]

I can’t post this without @anghraine’s tags.

[brostateexam]

it's been a bad year for essential workers, mental health, small businesses and probably many of the people reading this, but it's been a great year for hot takes

[venort]

CHALLENGE:

You are now hosting a dinner party for everyone in this post:

Working Class CIA

Money Is Queer

Capitalist Aliens

tfw No Bestie

Trans Rights War Profiteering

Cute Korean Slurs

Xi Jinping Hamilton

Tobacco Connection

Cyber Communist Bezos

Hunter Gatherer Shoplifter

Who sits next to who?

(bonus: you can slide Working Class CIA 20 money to assassinate any of the other guests and frame Guatemala. Do you take the offer?)

[toadtoru-deactivated20260517]

dreamt about a knight coming to you after a battle and getting on his knees in front of you and roaming his hands up your legs and smearing blood across your skin as he rests his cheek against your upper thigh. btw. additionally i would like to add taking his helmet off and hearing it rattle against the stone floor and running your hands through sweaty hair and praising him for protecting your kingdom. anyways.

[tuxankhamun]

Sorry I'm late to my duty as second for your seppuku ritual. My geta strap broke while I was running through the festival and a cute girl in a yukata had to carry me to a park bench and we shared a soft and intimate moment together as the fireworks went off. It was like something out of a romcom manga

[edgar-allan-possum]

That's great for you, but I've been kneeling here with this tantō in my gut for half an hour. Are you gonna cut my head off or not?

[civil-defense-system]

THE DYING. THE DEAD. AND THE UNDEAD SPACE JUNK.

Where Do Old Satellites Go When They Die? from spaceplace.nasa.gov // Zombie Satellites by Antony Johnston on Medium // Point Nemo: Meet Space Agencies’ Spacecraft Cemetery // Long Lost Military Satellite Found By Amateur Radio Operator by Joe Palca and Scott Nueman on NPR // Lincoln Experimental Satellite from Wikipedia Commons // Military Zombie Satellite From 1967 Discovered By Radio Operator Enthusiast by Fabieen Lang on Interesting Engineering // Where Do Old Satellites Go When They Die? from space place.nasa.gov // Long Lost Military Satellites Found By Amateur Radio Operator by Joe Palca and Scott Nueman on NPR // Football 17776: What Football Will Look Like In The Future by Jon Bois // Space Junk by Wang Chung

[johannestevans]

Children near a magical wood catching bugs and their family are like. Please do not catch pixies and small fae and bring them into our home. They are sentient and they are intelligent

And the kids are like "but they get into our bug traps" and "we didn't catch him he followed us home"

And their parents are like. Please i do not believe that 6 fucking pixies smuggled themselves into our garage on the underside of your bicycle saddle and then set up shop in the old dolls house. These are living beings they're not toys it's not kind to treat them like this

And the kids are like we are NOT treating them like anything you said we're not allowed to trap them and they always get into our traps so we always run away when they see us and then they follow us and get inside our backpacks and stuff

And the parents are like

Stop lying!!!

And then they set up wildlife cams and not only can pixies apparently do all of that and are very desperate to hang out with these human kids (who have fun life-sized toys and are covered in wonderful things like glitter and are a free source of fresh bugs and pop tart crumbs)

But they can also like. Fully just pick locks and shit.

Setting up little cameras and having to come to terms with the fact that not only are these small fae initiating every interaction with the kids but have also taken their cat's side in the war against pigeons and keep riding it into battle

[doccyuk]

The fae quickly realise the camera is a camera, and just as quickly invent silent movies

Each intertitle card has been crafted from words cut out of other writing, so a piece of paper looking like a ransom demand states "BuT Hoo wil SAVE the Dams3l?" is pulled away to reveal a doll tied to train tracks

[cry-ptidd]

Preaching my #truth

[mikilavellan]

If I may

[clonerightsagenda]

I’m loving Lucy getting blood transfusions from each of her three suitors from a narrative construction perspective but I’m obsessed with Quincey going ‘wow the last time I saw blood loss this bad was when my horse got eaten by a vampire’ and absolutely no one follows up on that.

[silentstep]

I was thinking about this yesterday morning and a headcanon occurred to me: Quincey and Arthur both privately think Lucy and her family and her doctors are hiding the fact that she’s suffering complications from a miscarriage, and have both silently resolved to help hide it from the world.

They know she’s been courted by three men, none of whom she discouraged strongly enough to make them think they didn’t have a chance she’d say yes when they proposed.  They know she’s losing dangerous amounts of blood and her family is apparently hiding that fact until it can’t be hidden, at which point they pretend it’s completely mysterious and inexplicable.  I say: Quincey isn’t suggesting “vampire bats” because he thinks that’s what’s going on, but because he thinks he knows what’s going on and he’s trying to provide them with a more plausible explanation— the housemaids at least all have to be in on the deception, as the ones changing the sheets and doing the laundry; he doesn’t want any priests presiding over her funeral to have any inkling that her death should maybe be looked further into.  Ever heard of vampires? he suggests to Jack, hoping he’ll pick it up and run with it.  Surely it’s a better excuse than whatever ~garlic flowers~ are supposed to be treating.

[lightofsorrows]

Then Morgoth stretching out his long arm towards Dor-lómin cursed Húrin and Morwen and their offspring, saying: “Behold! The shadow of my thought shall lie upon them wherever they go, and my hate shall pursue them to the ends of the world.”

— THE CHILDREN OF HÚRIN, CHAPTER III: THE WORDS OF HÚRIN AND MORGOTH

[st-lady]

quick doodle of faramir and eowyn

[autistocracy]

may this email find you naked in a ditch

[heytheredeann]

TMFU + headlines (pt. 11)

[heytheredeann]

#if solo puts on the mood ring it’d combust

@bighandsforabigheart you are so right and you should say it

[bl4ckr0s3xx]

The moment uncas places his hand on his fathers shoulder

“goodbye dad against insurmountable odds I will be the man you raised to be and fight for the woman I love”

[cesaray]

[stingrayextraordinaire]

Aesthetic Moodboards // Autumn Gothic

If I fall, leave me to rest. I’ll awaken deeper yet.

(requested by anonymous)

[katarrinskey]

Lord of Himring

The figure he was cutting against the grey stone of the surroundings was striking. His cloak was the same shade of red she was now getting used to, and looked voluminous and heavy with furs, covering his entire right side from shoulder to the sole of his boots, almost touching the ground. Plate armor he wore was mirror-bright and carried intricate designs, that her eyes could not distinguish from such a distance. His hair was laying atop his shoulders in waves, unbound and shockingly red, almost matching the color of the cloak in lowlights, yet streaked with grey in a way she never saw on an elf before. The copper circlet on his brow seemed to almost disappear in it as well, adding bright shine when it caught the light just right. His face was half hidden behind his hair, and Amina would later find it hard to remember his features, except for the intensity of his eyes, shining brighter even than his brother's, as if there was a roaring fire trapped inside them.

Had absolutely no spoons to deal with all the details, but here is an illustration for a something else i am working on. (He isn't the main figure of that story, but he is the main figure of the painting, so i thought it fitting for the week anyways-)

Day one of @feanorianweek