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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

*electric guitar riff*

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

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day 1 of saying homophobia sux until I cure all homophobia everywhere

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BAN ON CONVERSION PRACTICES IN THE EU. GO SIGN IT. DEADLINE IS FUCKING MAY 17. WE'RE STILL MISSING 800.000 signatures. FUCKING DO IT.

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tumblr marking palestinian fundraisers as explicit content... it's just another attempt by staff to silence and harm people living under a genocide.

like palestinians have had their entire lives disrupted and can never ever go back to the old 'normal'. they're still being killed while the privileged argue whether or not what they're going through is a genocide.

to try to hurt a person living in an active genocide is beyond inhumane. there's no way to justify it.

i request everyone to please continue helping palestinians. kindly consider donating to alaa, a mother of two young children. help her afford necessities in this very difficult time.

donate here (verified)

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Lady Dis going about her business in the blue mountains with her baby boys snoozing away strapped to her front and back in baby wraps

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Bagginshield starter pack

Thorin's confused why they were packed separately. >:(

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Uk peeps!! Let’s get this going! 🏳️‍⚧️🇬🇧

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🌿 My Name is Rola, and This is My Story 🌿

I never thought I would be writing this. I never thought I would be begging for help just to keep my children warm, just to feed them one more meal. But here I am, reaching out to you, because I have no other choice.

My name is Rola. I am a mother of two beautiful children, and before October 7th, we had a life filled with love and laughter. We had a home. My children had their own room, filled with their toys and drawings. We would sit together on our balcony, drinking coffee in the early morning light. We had dreams, just like any other family.

But in an instant, it was all gone.

A missile struck. The earth shook beneath us. The air filled with dust and fire. My husband and son ran, stumbling over each other in terror. I stood frozen, the ringing in my ears drowning out my own screams. Our home was shattered—windows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighbor’s house, a place that once echoed with children's laughter, was nothing but rubble and ash.

That was just the beginning.

The bombs never stopped. Every night, I held my children close as the sky rained fire. The sound of explosions mixed with the cries of mothers searching for their babies in the darkness. I covered my children, whispering words of comfort, but how do you comfort a child who is terrified of dying in their sleep?

We had to leave. We walked away from everything—our home, our memories, the warmth of our life before. My children left behind their favorite toys, their books, their safe space. Now, we have nothing.

No home.

No food.

No clean water.

No way out.

I went to buy sugar the other day. It cost $20 for just a kilo. Food is disappearing, and the little that remains is impossible to afford. Every day, I fight to find just enough to keep my children alive.

I am exhausted. I am scared. I need your help.

I never imagined I would have to beg for my family’s survival. But today, I am.

Please, if you are reading this, help us. Help me save my children. Help us find shelter, food, a way to rebuild even a small piece of the life we lost. If we ever have the chance to leave, we need support. If we are forced to stay, we need a home again.

Every donation matters. Every share helps. Every voice that speaks for us keeps hope alive.

💚 Please donate if you can. Share our story. Help us survive. 💚

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Im gonna be so real can yall actually talk about ways we can support trans women in the UK instead of giving all the attention to fucking JKR. I already know that Harry Poter sucks, I wanna know how to actually HELP people. Something something you have to love the oppressed more than you hate the oppressor

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(Note: the difference between guilt and shame is that ‘guilt’ focuses on specific acts or behaviors, while ��shame’ involves the overall sense of self.)

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honestly I think the elves could get a bit more cunty with the way they dress. like they don't feel the cold, they've been alive long enough to get over any modesty hang ups, idk I just feel like I need to see more elves in crop tops and braletes. pair it with a sheer long skirt. show off ur back and ur shoulders and ur thighs, live ur immortal life

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thinking about the people elrond loses makes me sad so I made this

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just found out finwe married again after his wife died .... wtf man

the real reason elves only marry once/ only ever take one lover is because they know they will eventually see everyone they've ever known if the undying lands. like imagine your wife dies, re embodies in valinor and tells everyone about how great her spouse is and how much you love them, only for you to rock up to valinor 300 years later with your new beau

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Faramir is a writing sort, but he’s not the type to waste words. Boromir, less of a scholar, less fond of writing, but more the sort to relate details and stories which may be less than relevant. Which I think has interesting implications on the correspondence between them.

so in my headcanon, Boromir’s the long-letter writer (his fellow soldiers are always like ARE YOU WRITING TO A GIRL WHO ARE YOU IN LOVE WITH and he just rolls his eyes because he’s writing to his kid brother) with the occasional short missives that are either military correspondence or completely irrelevant nonsense that he thinks will make Faramir laugh (and because they MIGHT be military correspondence, Faramir is obliged to open them as soon as he receives them. this leads to him making a lot of strange faces in front of his men.)

and Faramir is the one who can get across everything he wants to say in three sentences or so (like, short enough that Boromir has the whole thing memorized by the time he reads it twice) but sometimes he will sit down and write PAGES UPON PAGES, just to get out his thoughts, and when Boromir gets those he knows something is happening in Faramir’s head.

so when Faramir goes through Boromir’s room after his death, he finds all the letters in a drawer and so he brings out all of the old ones he’s kept and sits on his brother’s bed and reads them. he manages to keep from weeping until he comes across one of the short ones Boromir sent a few years ago, which contains a particularly stupid joke and came by the hand of a messenger who was under the impression that the letter was urgent. and he can hardly bear to think that the one who considered laughter so urgent is dead, and will never send him absurd letters again.