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I love that women like Jane Austen and Elizabeth Gaskell were out there in 1810 or 1855 unapologetically creating shippable couples and excruciating tension and swoonworthy moments in the most delicious slow-burn love stories. Like they were obviously drawing on their own desires to be able to hit the spot, to know what women want, and were writing to afford themselves and others a vicarious experience of love in a society that was probably pretty devoid of it. And here I am 200 years later, also a wistful romantic woman who needs escapism, still in agreement about what love should look like, and their otp is now my otp.
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THE LORD OF THE RINGS costumes appreciation: ― Eowyn’s green dress (costume design by Ngila Dickson and Richard Taylor)
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endless list of favorite characters - éowyn (the lord of the rings)
"But no living man am I! You look upon a woman. Éowyn I am, Éomund's daughter. You stand between me and my lord and kin. Begone, if you be not deathless! For living or dark undead, I will smite you, if you touch him."
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PERIOD DRAMA APPRECIATION WEEK | DAY 3: Favorite costume design
— The Rings of Power
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The dominant culture lies about aging. Losing my youth is one of the best things that’s happened to me. In spite of some devastating personal and global circumstances, my brief time in my 40s has been fucking wonderful.
I’m kinder, wiser, and more present than I’ve ever been. Grandiose narratives that always led to disappointment are being replaced by a compassionate engagement with what is. I know and love myself and other people and the earth better. I have less to prove and more to appreciate. I’m less objectified and this is freeing up my subjective experience. I do work that has meaning to me and I’m respected in it. I’m increasingly connected to my ancestors.
The human life course can be very hard, and we live in a world that makes it much harder than it ought to be. But clinging to youth isn’t the answer. So much more becomes available to us when we loosen our grip on what we think we should be and open ourselves to what we are: creatures who need care and are here, miraculously, for only a brief time.
fuck I needed this
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Super soft intimacy
- cradling the face, looking into their eyes
- pressing foreheads against each other
- sighing into the other's mouth
- kisses all over the face
- calling each other petnames they wouldn't use in public
- hugging the other from behind
- sliding hands under their clothes
- softly stroking their warm skin
- ruffling the other's hair
- murmuring sweet things into their ears
- stroking the other's finger while holding hands
- nuzzling into their neck
- massaging their feet
- napping together
- having the other's head on their lap
- staring into each other's eyes
- pressing soft kisses on their shoulders
- smiling into the kiss
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And in these next 50 years you will eat so many delicious meals, laugh so many times with so many people you love, shout and scream and sing and cry and smile so hard your face hurts. And you will see such beautiful sunsets and feel fresh cold air on your face and feel warm and safe wrapped up in your favourite winter coat.
I wrap this blessing around you like a shroud, so that no ill can find you, and every warmth is held close
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THE LORD OF THE RINGS: THE TWO TOWERS 2002 | dir. Peter Jackson
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I did some more fantasy archery trope testing. This time the arrow stabby thing!
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TOLKIEN WEEK - Favourite quote
‘Your duty is with your people,’ he answered. ‘Too often have I heard of duty,’ she cried. ‘But am I not of the House of Eorl, a shieldmaiden and not a dry-nurse? I have waited on faltering feet long enough. Since they falter no longer, it seems, may I not now spend my life as I will?’ ‘Few may do that with honour,’ he answered. ‘But as for you, lady: did you not accept the charge to govern the people until their lord’s return? [..].’ ‘Shall I always be chosen?’ she said bitterly. ‘Shall I always be left behind when the Riders depart, to mind the house while they win renown, and find food and beds when they return?’ ‘A time may come soon,’ said he, ‘when none will return. Then there will be need of valour without renown, for none shall remember the deeds that are done in the last defence of your homes. Yet the deeds will not be less valiant because they are unpraised.’ And she answered: ‘All your words are but to say: you are a woman, and your part is in the house. But when the men have died in battle and honour, you have leave to be burned in the house, for the men will need it no more.”
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Life Hack: Romanticize leaving your house by playing the LOTR soundtrack and pretending you’re going on a noble quest for the good of Middle Earth instead of going to class or to the grocery store to get eggs.
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majestically striding
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“The wide world is all about you: you can fence yourselves in, but you cannot for ever fence it out.”
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Sunset between Lanai and Molokai, as seen from the coast of Maui