character moodboards: Lothrandir + Ledidir [OCs] // lLOTR/LOTRO
“…How many times have I returned? How man times have we found each other again?” “Instances beyond counting. But that does not mean our parting fills me with any less sorrow.”
“I am Lothrandir of the Dúnedain. I have walked among the frozen wastes and the fiery south-lands. I do not fear this place...”
My Tempest.
I can't believe it's been a full year already.
I want to send out a hearty thanks to all my readers, and especially to those who have commented and those who have stuck around for a year as I slowly chip away at it. I really wish I was further along than this, but I'm happy and grateful for the love this story has gotten so far, and I hope it will continue to delight as we move forward.
Speaking of "forward", I'd like to mark this occasion with something special.
This is a scrap I've had written for a while, and will appear in a future chapter. It's without a doubt one of my favourite passages I've ever written, and I can't wait for you all to see it in the full story.
I hope you all enjoy, and as always thank you, thank you, thank you for reading. I feel so blessed <3
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The Angel of Music had been a divine being; a creature of heaven--though he comforted Christine, she had also venerated him. She felt she was more closely connected to him in spirit than she was to any earthly being, but she had feared his divinity. It was a solemn thing to be in the presence of an Angel.
When he had appeared in her mirror and she saw, at last, no shining being, but a man...when she had realized that it had been this man all along, she was confused, even frightened, but also thrilled.
His height, his grace and power (even in stillness, he'd exuded them) the plains of the unobscured half of his face beautiful and terrible, like a sculpture of a god; all had enthralled her utterly.
His aspect, though not malevolent, was decidedly not the cool, distant benevolence of one of God's messengers.
His features were certainly not like the those of an angel should be; his lips, vividly sanguine, had a curvature to them that was sensuous. And his eyes! They were icy blue flames that crackled in anticipation as she beheld him, and made her skin crisp with their glittering intensity as the mirror opened and he reached out to her.
Imposing though this figure undeniably was, he was, at once, almost irresistibly inviting. There was a warmth about him, a gentleness which told Christine that she had no need to fear him.
How could she have resisted the incredible tenderness of that proffered hand? She wanted to know--had to know, fully, completely--the master whose entry she had invited.
The warm tangibility of his fingers closing around hers had freed Christine instantly of any remaining reverent terror, and all she had felt when she followed him down that passage was excitement and fascination.
She'd forgotten all about Raoul. He had rattled her door and called for her, "Christine! Christine!" but his voice faded as soon as she'd heard it, because all that mattered to her in that moment was not losing sight of this man.
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This is about Sci-Hub. yeah we get it.. gatekeep knowledge and protect the interests of capital…
Listen, this is serious.
It lets people access scientific articles for free. This is dangerous. It helps the free flow of knowledge and reduces the competitive edge of all the people who worked really hard to have been born into a wealth.
Like, it’s literally a website where you can type in the DOI of an article and read it, without ever having to pay the publisher who exploited the author.
So, again, do not, under any circumstance, use Sci-Hub. I mean, can you imagine a world where knowledge is free and easily accessible to everyone? Even, y'know, poor people?
Libgen also has many books online, including textbooks, searchable by name, author, and ISBN. Can you imagine textbook companies not getting their hard-earned income from poor college students? Here is the link just so you make sure that you never accidentally stumble across this horrible, unethical website.
Oh, and while we’re talking about books, if you’ve managed to stay clear from Libgen, definitely don’t go to zlibrary, where you can also find a lot of textbooks, but unfortunately they’re completely free.
Shingeki no kyojin (2013 - 2023) Special 2 - First major appearances vs Last appearances
Thank you for all these amazing characters. ♡
End.
A scene I would have loved to have seen in the AoT finale😭
Poor Bertholdt also needs a nice ending with his friends🥺
They've been through so much together, I wish they could have said an emotional goodbye to each other🥺🥺🥺💜
These two turn my heart to pieces.
the best thing about creating is you get to create :) unfortunately the worst thing about creating is that you have to.. create
humanity’s finest
every time I fumble w my phone’s charger cable I think about emailing steven moffat a pipe bomb
Wdym treating it like tik tok /gen
very simply. Reblogs are what keep this website alive, there are no rules to reblogging things. You can reblog things from mutuals, not mutals, you can talk in the tags. whatever you wanna do, as long as you reblog. that completely fine, thats what tumblr was made for. Whereas social medias [and I refer to tumblr as social media super loosely here] nowadays rely on likes as engagement. Liking things on tumblr is used for posts such as vents or stuff like that. Not for things that people make. I'm not calling it content, we arent getting paid for what we make we are not content creators. we are artists. No matter what thing we use to make our art- if youre a writer, painter, digital artist, photographer, whatever!
People make things for themselves, they share them for other people. You don't make an entire four course meal just for yourself, you dont spend hours making a cake just to leave it sitting on your kitchen table. Likes are not visible on tumblr and if yours are, nobody is going to go into your blog and click on your likes. nobody is doing that, like ever. So you like a bit of fanart and it stays in your likes, unseen forever. Where as with a reblog, you are showing that fanart to other people for them to then show other people. your reblogs are visible because they're visible on your dash.
People who create things, artists on tumblr thrive on reblogs for other people to see their things. Using the analogy of the cake again.
Likes are you putting the cake behind a glass wall and going "thats a nice cake."
Reblogs are you cutting the cake up and sharing it with other people, telling them the recipie.
People thinking that likes do anything other than just, staring at the artist. Reblogs are showing other people going "look at how cool this person is! this is where you can find more cool things!". Tumblr is not tiktok its made for people to reblog things.
your blog is your house, why wouldnt you want to decorate it with things you love? this is not some celebs house with crisp white walls. Have fun! reblog stuff!
Now dear anon, Im gonna adress you and other people reading this directly. Say you spend hours making something that you really love, your bleary eyed, youre tired and hungry and so fucking proud of what you made. So you go and so super excitedly show it to your friends. youre beaming and all wide eyed with joy, you have the joy of creation pulsing through your veins...and they just. stare. they all look at you. Maybe, if youre lucky, one of them will raise a disconnected, bothered lackluster thumbs up. How does that make you feel? Do you feel the joy drain out of your body? do you feel that lack of dopimine in your brain? do you want to pick up your pen again? do you want to put your time and effort into something that you feel like nobody cares about it?
Now, different situation. You spend hours making something that youre proud of, you go running to your friends going "look! look what I did!" and they all irrupt into this joyous laugh, they praise you, people freak out at you, you get affection. you get a reward. You walk into the kitchen the next day and the stuff you made is posted on the fridge along with sticky notes.
Thats how it feels to be a creative nowadays on tumblr. You spend hours working on a fic or a request or gifs or video edits or what have you. And if youre lucky you will get like, 3 reblogs and one of those are you re-reblogging. For example, here are the likes/reblog ratios from my most recent fics
My dead girl adam Cole Au- 4k words for one chapter
An adam sqaured request- 2k words
A hangkenny fic- 4k words
See anything similar? theres more likes than reblogs. People will stop making things if people dont stop treating likes the way they work on tiktok. Your likes are blocking up artists and then people who dont make things, get pissed when people stop.
thank you so much i love you
where's the version of this where there's a comment from a gastroenterologist saying that the resulting damage is surgically treatable
This one? Found it on discord a while back
imagine risking 10-30 percent mortality for getting dicked down
Look, we're on Tumblr, 10-30 percent mortality has some people thinking "That's too low, not worth it."
I am extremely online but in like the Loser Way. if you try to make me use instagram or tiktok I fumble around with it like a grandma who has never seen a phone before. if you send me a tumblr screenshot however, I will tell you that not only have I already seen the original post but that I'm mutuals with OP
"real life" people I know like coworkers, extended family, etc all have me on Facebook which I visit maybe once every four months to post something extremely normie like a cat or landscape photo. To them I am the peak, blissfully offline, not on instagram or tiktok, only checking Facebook three times a year.
If only they knew the truth.
To some people you’re an NPC
To other people, you’re the special, unlockable character that they worked and worked to finally get- and when they do they’re so happy because they got the game just so they could find you.
The fact y'all are still passing around this post, eight years after I made it. Exquisite. I hope it’s still resonating with people outside of mid-2010’s tumblr.
