Nosy Vampire Trash

I love Boromir so much so I became Boromir

(costume made by me, sword made by one cool smith)

Entulessë by yours truly

Here must be told of the custom that when a ship departed from Númenor over the Great Sea to Middle-earth a woman, most often of the captain’s kin, should set upon the vessel’s prow the Green Bough of Return; and that was cut from the tree oiolairë, that signifies ‘Ever-summer’, which the Eldar gave to the Númenóreans, saying that they set it upon their own ships in token of friendship with Ossë and Uinen. The leaves of that tree were evergreen, glossy and fragrant; and it throve upon sea-air.

I love this Númenórean custom. I love the sea and old-fashioned wooden ships. I love Tolkien’s Númenórean carpet ornaments. I felt like doing something simple and bright and summery. And that’s the whole story behind this, really.

I know you aren’t supposed to read the comments but if I hadn’t I would have never seen this.

Regulius Richard Armestris van Drakenvoord - van der Looij IV and Electa Josephina Justitia Ermintrude den Aadelboorne - van Haerd des Huijzes will be available for adoption at the International Discworld Convention in August.

Level 1: Getting mad at a fanfic for misrepresenting your favourite character’s canon personality and motivations.

Level 2: Getting mad at a fanfic for declining to subscribe to a particular interpretation of your favourite character’s personality and motivations that isn’t explicitly present in canon, but is a totally obvious extrapolation.

Level 3: Getting mad at a fanfic because the author’s headcanons about your favourite character contradict your own, clearly superior headcanons.

Level 4: Getting mad at a fanfic because its wildly divergent AU version of your favourite character differs from the fully realised notion of what that character ought to look like in this AU that you spontaneously developed in the 300-word span between the introduction of the AU’s premise and their first appearance.

Level 5: Getting mad at a fanfic for getting your favourite character so incredibly wrong, before remembering that the character in question has no discernible personality or motivations in canon and everything the ‘fic got “wrong” is just stuff you made up in your head to fill the howling void.

I love Boromir so much so I became Boromir

(costume made by me, sword made by one cool smith)

Quick n Dirty comic about orcs

Mad Max Fury Road is the best because it screams in your face “HEY LOOK HERE’S A V8 INTERCEPTOR AND A MASSIVE FUCKING TRUCK COVERED IN SKULLS AND A GUITAR FLAMETHROWER AND BIG ACTION SEQUENCES AND EXPLOSIONS, ISN’T THAT COOL??????” and then it gently takes your shoulder and whispers in your ear “but you know what’s cooler? respecting women & dismantling the patriarchy”

pretty much

So fucking cool I can’t handle it.

G- pass the message along

N- not logged

U- turn the message around at the end of the line

“We keep that name moving in the Overhead,” he said, and it seemed to Princess that the wind in the shutter arrays above her blew more forlornly, and the everlasting clicking of the shutters grew more urgent. “He’d never have wanted to go home. He was a real linesman. His name is in the code, in the wind, in the rigging, and the shutters. Haven’t you ever heard the saying ‘Man’s not dead while his name is still spoken’?”

Nux fan art. This is my favorite character in Mad Max: Fury Road. I think he goes through the most change and his character arc is amazing. This artwork depicts him at the beginning of his story in the film, when he is receiving a transfusion in the Blood Shed. It’s kinda got some religious overtones for obvious reasons.

#it wasn’t necessary for him to go this hard in this movie #he could’ve just coasted on the costume and the story and stuff #but nah #he’s giving it his all #which is A LOT tags courtesy @high-fructose-lesbianism

@hockpock

I saw a car and immediately thought this was shitty-car-mods and I was about to go off cause that shit woulda been the last straw

I know where this is and have seen it with my own two eyes.

Half flying Ford Anglia, half giant tarantula, all levitating spidercar!

This is my friend TJ, wearing a costume she made for Halloween, 1977.  She was 16 at the time. Now, keep in mind: there was no internet to search for images.  She could not have rented and paused the movie, because it wasn’t released on video until 1982.  No, TJ just went to the movie a bunch of times, took notes with a flashlight, drew a bunch of sketches, and put this together. In 19-fucking-77.  So let’s bury this bullshit about how women didn’t grow up on Star Wars.

What a beautiful way to accidentally invite Bill Cipher into your life!