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Did Howard Shore's LOTR score become a deeply-ingrained part of your personality or are you normal

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Kostas Varnalis' poem "Alcibiades"

Translated from greek by me.

I decided, since it's poetry, and I'm not a poet, to translate it as directly from greek as possible, maintaining the syntax even where it's not making too much sense in English, just so it can be as close to the original as i could manage.

With myrtle's bend, woman's hand

you drag with you eternal summer,

steams of wines and moans and honey

on your tongue, poisonous star

on Athena's fort

Enmities and friendships you put to sleep

with your quick and whistling lie,

dyed in your homeland's blood,

and Erinyes were bathing and Muses

in your deep and clear spirit.

Fires seven at holy olympia

lit your chariots. Your horses

your generation's they lifted, with pegasus'

Wings, in the azure glow,

the nobility and the freedom.

Staggering one night from the debauchery,

you broke the gods in the narrow-alleys

like empty glasses of crystal.

Oh! How from the marble ruins

of Sicily echoed the grand

laments, and like nightingales Euripides'

Choruses, final comfort!

But yours, your light blade

and your warm heart and the cold mind

would beat fate, Hermes-cutter.

Come look! At the dawn's reddening

Sing the riggings and the flutes.

with divine crowned bay-branch

you drag tied onto you as a flock

The enemies' ships like hetairas

Undefeated at land and seas

and only by the passions defeated,

at your twenty-two always blooms

your youth, apollonius, fragrant,

Sweet lover, sweetest beloved.

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Alcibiades and Socrates talking very seriously while Aristophanes in the background is pantomiming kissing and swooning.

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“No one ever comes back from the dead, no one ever enters the world without weeping; no one is asked when he wishes to enter life, no one is asked when he wishes to leave.”

— Søren Kierkegaard, Either/Or

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(me, my parents, my sister, and the baby are sitting at the kitchen table eating lunch)

baby, pointing at the light fixture over the table and signing "on": o.*

my sister: we actually can't turn that light on right now, because the lightbulb inside is burnt out! it needs a new one.

baby: ighbu.

sister: yes, lightbulb! granddaddy said after we eat he's going to climb up there on a ladder and change it, and then the light will come on!

baby: gadada! adda, uuu! ighbu o!

sister: exactly!

baby, signing "on" and pointing at the light and then my dad, with increasing urgency: GADADA ADDA UUUU. O.

my sister: we're going to finish eating first though, ok?

baby: nonono. O. gadada adda uuu.

[a split second goes by]

baby, pointing to himself: ba. adda uuu. ighbu.

me: you're going to climb the ladder and change the lightbulb yourself?

baby: dzyeah. *pointing to the buckle where he is buckled into the high chair* ububu.

me: unbuckle you? so you can change the lightbulb?

baby, highly businesslike: dzyeah.

*pronounced like "on" without the n

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The Silmarillion + Aesthetic: Maedhros and Maglor

Who shall release us?

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Soma ✧ Kuroshitsuji: Kishuku Gakkou-hen ep. 03

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Illustrations I made of my faves from The name of the wind🍁

Kvothe, Tempi and Elodin

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A bunch of old Silmarillion frames👍

1- Ambarussa

2- Maglor

3- Caranthir

4- Celegorm

5- Curufin

6- Maedhros

7- Fingon and Mae

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Shaka and Māra, the demon King of the Sixth Realm~

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Every time I read or watch Lord of the Rings I can’t help but think about how Tolkien had survived one of the bloodiest, most cruel, most dirtiest and darkest wars in human history, came back and wrote this:

“The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.”

And this:

"'I wish it need not have happened in my time,' said Frodo.

'So do I,' said Gandalf, 'and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.'"

And this:

"I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend."

And this:

“Many that live deserve death and some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be so eager to deal out death in judgement. For even the wise cannot see all ends."

And this:

“True courage is about knowing not when to take a life, but when to spare one.”

And clearly they were all written partly because he survived the war, because of what he’d seen and done and learned. But at the same time the unwillingness to lose faith, the courage and strength that this man had to believe in these things after going through hell! It makes the nihilists look so cheap, so uninteresting! People who’ve went through concentration camps and wars believe in humanity anyway, isn’t that proof that hope and love exist? And many, many, many of them did not return or returned broken and cruel and traumatised to the point when no faith in others was possible for them, and nobody can blame them. But there were many who refused to lose faith and hope. They have seen some of the worst that life has to offer and came back believing that we shouldn’t be eager to deal out death in judgement and should love only that which the sword defends.

No matter how many people say that humanity is horrible and undeserving of love, and life is dark and worthless, and love doesn’t exist I remember this and have hope anyway. Because there were people who have actually had all reason to believe in the worst and still believed in the good, so the good must be real. The good is real, even despite the evil, and we must trust in it.

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sketching Tyelko

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Beautiful Teer Fradee 🍂 GreedFall | Spiders Studios

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A red sun rises

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