Text

elodieunderglass:

emilybeemartin:

mavaris:

emilybeemartin:

emilybeemartin:

I saw a post saying that Boromir looked too scruffy in FotR for a Captain of Gondor, and I tried to move on, but I’m hyperfixating. Has anyone ever solo backpacked? I have. By the end, not only did I look like shit, but by day two I was talking to myself. On another occasion I did fourteen days’ backcountry as the lone woman in a group of twelve men, no showers, no deodorant, and brother, by the end of that we were all EXTREMELY feral. You think we looked like heirs to the throne of anywhere? We were thirteen wolverines in ripstop.

My boy Boromir? Spent FOUR MONTHS in the wilderness! Alone! No roads! High floods! His horse died! I’m amazed he showed up to Imladris wearing clothes, let alone with a decent haircut. I’m fully convinced that he left Gondor looking like Richard Sharpe being presented to the Prince Regent in 1813

image

*electric guitar riff*

And then rocked up to Imladris a hundred ten days later like

image
image
image

Some people have been wondering about the raccoon. Listen. Listennn. Don’t ask about the raccoon.

image
image
image
image
image

But does the racoon survive the Uruk-Hai? Does he curl up on Aragorn’s head, or does he go straight to Faramir? Does he bite Denethor?

My friend. My colleague. My brother my captain my king. I too have been pondering this question, and in my mind there can be only one ultimate outcome.

image
image
image

A few months later

image
image
image

All hail the High Warden of Gondor.

Epilogue: It ADORES Faramir.

I’m going to wear this on my head like a raccoon and show everyone

(via had-just-ten-hours-training)

Text

evilwizard:

me: *covered in scratch marks* i am still a powerful and respectable wizard, you know

my imp krongus: *doubtfully* yes, my lord

me: i did eventually kill the mouse with a needle for a sword

krongus: it’s just that it was so close, my lord

Text

bloendram-deactivated20230905:

image
Text

wormliness:

please, untitled document was my father, call me untitled document (1)

(via rayne-the-neutrois-nerd)

Text

utah-mountain-drifter:

Adding Fuck to LOTR, from the Hobbits.

(via laurbgore)

Text

theslowesthnery:

azurele:

ilovecats4ever:

mugasofer:

@FemboyPhysics tweeted: To my non-USA followers, that [sic] this is how we do volume.ALT


A very complicated chart showing how different measurements correspond. Each measurement is a circle, with numbers and lines showing how many of that measurement equals an adjacent measurement.ALT


@AndresDiplotti tweeted: a picture of Cumberbatch as Doctor Strange conjuring a magical diagram. The glowing red energy forms the above image.ALT
image
image
image

(via socialistexan)

Text

kleefkruid:

The ‘hyperspecific situations’ polls are really once again highlighting that native English speakers tend to forget that 'foreign’ doesn’t mean 'non-English’ or 'non-American’

“Did you watch a foreign language movie in the past three days?” Yeah I watched the foreign movie “The Martian” with foreign actor Matt Damon

(via tramstrams)

Photoset

petermorwood:

weaselle:

theheartspeaksloudest:

neue-muslim-lekture:

marthajefferson:

the origin of the letter 🇦

(from the documentary The Odyssey of the Writing, 2020)

Documentary is called “The Secret History of Writing” done by BBC

https://youtu.be/hbmyXjqXlEY

this has always fascinated me. I first learned it about 25 years ago, and ever since, every time I see a capital letter A  a tiny voice inside me goes “bull!” 

Fun to see an actual scholarly version of this, because I first read it as explained (-ish) by one of Kipling’s “Just So Stories” a very, very long time ago…

(via setyourphaserstoslutty)

Text

coopsgirl:

huttslut:

shoutout to the lord of the rings lighting directors. bold move to let the audience see what’s going on in nighttime scenes. i miss that.

image


image

(via cookiesforthedarkside)

Text

eldritchcock:

toskarin:

toskarin:

it’s always funny when someone comments on eurodance like “why don’t they make music like this anymore” because they DO and it’s one of the most creatively stagnant genres on earth (spoken with love in my heart for it)

all you need to make eurodance is one female vocalist (mediocre-to-incredible), one male vocalist who Cannot sing but can say shit like “I’m a sex king man with a party plan / international nation hand in hand” in a deep voice, and an apartment somewhere in italy

image

(via wanderingwriter87)