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Thinking about Tolkien, and how he was an orphan, and came of age just in time to be traumatized for life by the unprecedented horrors of WWI, where he watched most of his friends die, and then returned to a home indelibly changed, and lived to watch it all happen again to his children.

And still he believed in (and taught, and vehemently argued for) eucatastrophe: a sudden and favorable resolution of events in a story; a happy ending.

His stories are full of darkness and danger, fear and sorrow sharp as swords, sacrifice, desperate heroism, loss, hurt.

Theses things are real. He felt them. We all feel them.

But you know what follows those things? Healing, hope, and the sweet dawn that follows the darkest hour. Bonds forged in fire. Fellowship. Learning. Wisdom to overcome. Love that outlasts death and destruction.

This wasn’t wishful thinking or mere escapism. He lived it. He fought for it. He kept on writing for the sake of his friends who didn’t live long enough to write their own stories. He knew death wasn’t the end.

He considered it a sacred duty to tell others. (Do you like C. S. Lewis? Yeah, thank Tolkien.)

And here his stories stand today, waving their banners, rallying the troops, more popular and beloved than ever. Tolkien belonged to what we call the lost generation. Do you realize how many writers WWI produced? Do you realize how countercultural Tolkien was, creating legends of light in the darkness of the trenches, penning the words not all those who wander are lost that we now slap on bumper stickers and emboss on journals and stitch on hoodies and tattoo on our bodies? (Even Lewis was still writing sad, bad poetry at this point.)

This is the power of faith. And Tolkien had it.

So, in summary, I guess… To all the modern nihilist storytellers who’ve never missed a meal and are getting filthy rich by selling their sad and unsatisfying “endings” as somehow truer and braver and more enlightened: You are cowards, everyone can see and sense it, and I sincerely hope you don’t take a single soul with you into that abyss. I pray you take the hand that’s offered you if and when you decide to climb out of the hole you’ve created with your muddled and meaningless worldview. There is warmth and hope and even laughter waiting for you in the light.

And to anyone struggling to keep up the fight today, remember Tolkien.

“There is a place called ‘heaven’ where the good here unfinished is completed; and where the stories unwritten, and the hopes unfulfilled, are continued. We may laugh together yet.”

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https://www.instagram.com/gimaguas/

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sailor neptune

a request from patreon

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“Nanny’s House” Sod house constructed of whale bones and driftwood Tikigaq (Point Hope) Alaska

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Me: *doesnt connect emotionally or socially with my peers*

Adults: 😊🙏😊 Look at you!! 😊🙏😊🙏🙏 you’re so mature for your age 😊😊😊🙏🙏 Such an old soul!!! 😊🙏😊🙏😊😀😀O h m y g o o d n e s s 😀😊🙏 a truly G I F T E D child 😄😄🙏🙏😊🙏🙏

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you know what’s a good feeling? a real good feeling?

when sunbeams do this.

that is all.

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False Worshipers +Sacred Offering.

Full Animation Here & Here.

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Serge Marshennikov

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thrifted purse!!

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Frantically flipping through a US history textbook wh...wheres his miku binder

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oh to have a group of lgbt friends where we all have wildly different styles and and interests but we all go on trips with each other and support each other’s goals and we live in one little apartment but we’ve made it cozy and our home and we have a homemade meal every night seated at our thrifted dinner table with mismatched chairs, except for thursday night where we agreed to have takeout in our living room and play board games

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Parting Glances (1986)

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why is the sims so addictive but only for a short amount of time??? like all u do is play the sims u don’t sleep u don’t eat it’s like you’re on drugs for around two days and then forget about it for the next whole year

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*spends all of my time alone* perfect! but why am i crazy

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the height of men’s fashion was whatever the hell was going on with pants and collared shirts in the 70s