#it came from tumblr

[sillylotrpolls]

(Context, credit, and source below poll.)

Today's poll is based on this thread with notable principles @penny-anna, @elodieunderglass, @elanorpam, and @earhartsease. All of the options above are paraphrased from their original answers.

The full original question:

Can I please ask for your top five theories on why the Ringwraiths become so much more powerful over the course of the LotR trilogy? By the end of the books a single Ringwraith holds an army of 6000 men in paralysing dread from a height of a mile, they're dismaying hosts of men, etc. And in the beginning, they're easily defeated by "jumping behind a tree," "pretending to be in a different room," "getting on a little boat," "man with a stick on fire," etc.

[fruitiest-floot-loop]

My thighs used to be the part of my body I despised most. When I had an ED, they were pretty much the center of my attention a lot of the time. As my friend put it “my thighs used to be in a long distance relationship”. I’m quite a bit into recovery now and I’ve come to love my thicc thighs. One of the things that helped me get there was being introduced to Cyana while watching @pmseymourva on YouTube. So, I guess I just wanted to say thanks for drawing OC’s with thicccccc thighs, you really are making the world a better place.

[tailsdollenthusiast]

Father and son

[afterartist]

After many days of just watching ‘it came from tumblr videos’ internal monologue is cursed to forever be just PM Seymour’s voice

Which is great and all until you realise you have to listen to him say the word ‘shoelaces’ every time you think of the word shoelaces

[brightlotusmoon]

The moral imperative to learn from diverse phenomenal experiences | Aeon Essays

Differences in visual imagery and inner speech are just the tip of the iceberg. Other hidden differences include synaesthesia, Greek for ‘union of the senses’, in which people hear lights or taste sounds, and Eigengrau, a German word for the ‘intrinsic grey’ we see when we close our eyes. Except not all of us experience Eigengrau. About 10 per cent in our samples claim their experience is nothing like Eigengrau. Instead, when they close their eyes, they report seeing colourful patterns or a kind of visual static noise, like an analogue TV not tuned to a channel.

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Colorful patterns everywhere.

The article talks about the Tumblr posts origins of these discussions, which pleases me. Thanks @fire-fira for showing me this.

[terminal--cancer]

Is it like 7 degrees right now? Yes

Does it feel like the temperature is negative? Also yes

Am I cold as fucking shit? Yes

Are my blankets slightly helping? Yes

Should I turn on the heat? Definitely!

Will I turn on my heat? ABSOLUTELY NOT IT IS EVIL

Will I turn on the ac unit directly in my room, and my ceiling fan on high and cold? Yes until I fucking freeze into a block of ice.

Am I already sick and this is a terrible idea? You know it baby!

[tea-n-ink]

[someuncreativity]

You know that phase every artist inevitably goes through at some point in their life? The one where they’re like “I wanna start drawing NSFW” and then they do and go on to either become famous on Twitter or regret it for the rest of their life?

I want to know so badly what the equivalent is for artists born before the internet. Like, did Michelangelo ever draw gay porn to “get better at drawing male anatomy”?

And they had to do it on physical paper, so are you telling me that somewhere on earth there could be a stash of Da Vinci’s weird fetish art just collecting dust? That is vital information, it could literally shake art history, topple the French Salons (if they still held any semblance of power), and make museum curators giggle just a bit more, and I am living for ALL of it.

[grenadesniper]

Look. If yall even think about something sad come here. I may be a hardened fast food worker, but ill be your friend. Just don't you dare ask me to make you better. Because its ok to be sad sometimes.

[achillesisadreamer]

forget a soulmate, give me a soulHATE.

just that one person who is destined to be your biggest enemy throughout every one of your lifetimes. completely wrecking havoc on one another through every reincarnation.

[realbealtaine]

Finally made a tumblr

Heya, I finally made a tumblr. Been binge-watching those youtube videos where somebody reads tumblr posts for ages, but never made one until now.

Idk if I'm as funny or interesting as any of the people who make it into youtube tumblr compilations, but I'll certainly try.

[sillylotrpolls]

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Inspired by this post by @roselightfairy and replies by @herrhasen, @enide-s-dear, @unnamedelement, @dragonfirez, and @carlandrea.

If you'd like to refresh your memory of the Fellowship at its bitchiest (and Boromir at his best), the relevant text is below the cut.

Excerpted from The Fellowship of the Ring, Book II, Chapter 3: The Ring Goes South

Gimli looked up and shook his head. 'Caradhras has not forgiven us.' he said. 'He has more snow yet to fling at us, if we go on. The sooner we go back and down the better.'

To this all agreed, but their retreat was now difficult. It might well prove impossible. Only a few paces from the ashes of their fire the snow lay many feet deep, higher than the heads of the hobbits; in places it had been scooped and piled by the wind into great drifts against the cliff.

'If Gandalf would go before us with a bright flame, he might melt a path for you,' said Legolas. The storm had troubled him little, and he alone of the Company remained still light of heart.

'If Elves could fly over mountains, they might fetch the Sun to save us,' answered Gandalf. 'But I must have something to work on. I cannot burn snow.'

'Well,' said Boromir, 'when heads are at a loss bodies must serve, as we say in my country. The strongest of us must seek a way. See! Though all is now snow-clad, our path, as we came up, turned about that shoulder of rock down yonder. It was there that the snow first began to burden us. If we could reach that point, maybe it would prove easier beyond. It is no more than a furlong off, I guess.'

'Then let us force a path thither, you and I!' said Aragorn.

Aragorn was the tallest of the Company, but Boromir, little less in height, was broader and heavier in build. He led the way, and Aragorn followed him. Slowly they moved off, and were soon toiling heavily. In places the snow was breast-high, and often Boromir seemed to be swimming or burrowing with his great arms rather than walking.

Legolas watched them for a while with a smile upon his lips, and then he turned to the others. 'The strongest must seek a way, say you? But I say: let a ploughman plough, but choose an otter for swimming, and for running light over grass and leaf or over snow-an Elf.'

With that he sprang forth nimbly, and then Frodo noticed as if for the first time, though he had long known it, that the Elf had no boots, but wore only light shoes, as he always did, and his feet made little imprint in the snow.

'Farewell!' he said to Gandalf. 'I go to find the Sun!' Then swift as a runner over firm sand he shot away, and quickly overtaking the toiling men, with a wave of his hand he passed them, and sped into the distance, and vanished round the rocky turn.

The others waited huddled together, watching until Boromir and Aragorn dwindled into black specks in the whiteness. At length they too passed from sight. The time dragged on. The clouds lowered, and now a few flakes of snow came curling down again.

An hour, maybe, went by, though it seemed far longer, and then at last they saw Legolas coming back. At the same time Boromir and Aragorn reappeared round the bend far behind him and came labouring up the slope.

'Well,' cried Legolas as he ran up, 'I have not brought the Sun. She is walking in the blue fields of the South, and a little wreath of snow on this Redhorn hillock troubles her not at all. But I have brought back a gleam of good hope for those who are doomed to go on feet. There is the greatest winddrift of all just beyond the turn, and there our Strong Men were almost buried. They despaired, until I returned and told them that the drift was little wider than a wall. And on the other side the snow suddenly grows less, while further down it is no more than a white coverlet to cool a hobbit's toes.'

'Ah, it is as I said,' growled Gimli. 'It was no ordinary storm. It is the ill will of Caradhras. He does not love Elves and Dwarves, and that drift was laid to cut off our escape.'

'But happily your Caradhras has forgotten that you have Men with you,' said Boromir, who came up at that moment. 'And doughty Men too, if I may say it; though lesser men with spades might have served you better. Still, we have thrust a lane through the drift; and for that all here may be grateful who cannot run as light as Elves.'

'But how are we to get down there, even if you have cut through the drift?' said Pippin, voicing the thought of all the hobbits.

'Have hope!' said Boromir. 'I am weary, but I still have some strength left, and Aragorn too. We will bear the little folk. The others no doubt will make shift to tread the path behind us. Come, Master Peregrin! I will begin with you.'

He lifted up the hobbit. 'Cling to my back! I shall need my arms' he said and strode forward. Aragorn with Merry came behind. Pippin marvelled at his strength, seeing the passage that he had already forced with no other tool than his great limbs. Even now, burdened as he was, he was widening the track for those who followed, thrusting the snow aside as he went.

They came at length to the great drift. It was flung across the mountainpath like a sheer and sudden wall, and its crest, sharp as if shaped with knives, reared up more than twice the height of Boromir; but through the middle a passage had been beaten, rising and falling like a bridge. On the far side Merry and Pippin were set down, and there they waited with Legolas for the rest of the Company to arrive.

After a while Boromir returned carrying Sam. Behind in the narrow but now well-trodden track came Gandalf, leading Bill with Gimli perched among the baggage. Last came Aragorn carrying Frodo. They passed through the lane; but hardly had Frodo touched the ground when with a deep rumble there rolled down a fall of stones and slithering snow. The spray of it half blinded the Company as they crouched against the cliff, and when the air cleared again they saw that the path was blocked behind them.

'Enough, enough!' cried Gimli. 'We are departing as quickly as we may!'

And indeed with that last stroke the malice of the mountain seemed to be expended, as if Caradhras was satisfied that the invaders had been beaten off and would not dare to return. The threat of snow lifted; the clouds began to break and the light grew broader.

As Legolas had reported, they found that the snow became steadily more shallow as they went down, so that even the hobbits could trudge along. Soon they all stood once more on the flat shelf at the head of the steep slope where they had felt the first flakes of snow the night before.

[bloopiehp]

THEYRE HAVING SEX LOOK AWAY

[iloveowls-world]

Sometimes when i am mad at someone i put them on my revenge - list. When someone is on my list i ever so slidely move their stuff, so in the morning, when they are just doing what they usually do, they hit their little toe on everything! When they are high up on my list, i also replace their doorhandles with slightly larger ones of the same brand, just so they get thier belt loops stuck on them AND THEY WILL GET ANNOYED. THIS WILL TEACH YOU NOT TO EAT MY COOKIE KARL !!!

[the-write-insomniac]

Please consider that there are people like Neil Gaiman on this faesite who see us at our most feral and still actively decide to give us what we do not deserve. He observes us and still says “yeah, let me just make stories based on your angel/demon tropes and your childhood fears and your thirsty god lusting and your desire to mix magic with reality and your obsession with the mythological.”

Now go and thank him, because he feeds us like a father feeding a thousand starving children after we’ve emerged from the darkened mines and run to his table like the absolute gremlins we are.

[pepperedcuffs]

Why is it that mens fashion has been so stagnant these past few decades? Women's fashion is comprised of so many pieces from skirts and knee-high boots to shawls and leg warmers. Meanwhile, men have jackets, work boots and kilts if you're feeling eccentric.

I vote that we bring armor into the fashion industry. Even just leather armor pieces would spice up a man's outfit without adding too much. Leather greaves on jeans? Pauldrons over a graphic tee? Bracers with an integrated watch band? Armor needs to be integrated into mens fashion! In this essay I will...