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im thinking about getting everything in my whole life sorted tomorrow maybe

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I made something very silly: Nolofinwë’s Flight of the Noldor playlist

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what's the first movie you remember seeing in theaters? don't try and be all edgy and cool and say like tetsuo: the iron man. be honest.

Go!!

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Spin this wheel first and then this wheel second to generate the title of a YA fantasy novel!

(If the second wheel lands on an option ending with a plus sign, spin it again)

Share what you got!

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A canon divergent au that I would be interested in though is one where celegorm is able to catch and kill eol probably thinking that this will fix everything between him and aredhel and instead aredhel never forgives him for it

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No one tells you that one day you will get older and look around and notice that 95% of ppl who own a dog should not own a dog

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everyone has dreams about being lost at school, late to work, cant find bathroom etc but whats yalls most common Uncommon stress dream. ill always have dreams about having various problems with my fish tank

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It’s a seal, Eärendil tells himself, absurdly, frantically, as Vingilot approaches the shoreline. A seal, serene and satiated, taking her repose on the rocks. But Sirion is in ruins, and something glows beneath the moveless form. 

In leaden silence, Eärendil rolls his wife onto her back. The Silmaril washes his vision white, blinds him to her face. He yanks it from her neck and her head snaps forward with the force of it; lolls back lifeless. Eärendil screams: regret and rage and grief so grand it might swallow him. 

When he stands at last, it is with a star upon his brow and vengeance burning in his breast. He sets a westward course.  

Eärendil’s demand for recompense never reaches the ears of the Valar. For he dies alone in the empty streets of Tirion, feet scored and bloody from the diamond dusted streets no mortal was meant to tread. 

The Silmaril has returned to the land of its creation. Eönwë bears it to the King and Queen of Arda.

Varda sets it to sail the skies; calls it a sign of hope.

In Endor, the armies of the West with their golden banners allow the lie to take root; myth spreads like wildflowers in a scorched land, and the hearts of Exiles are lifted up. 

And is it not right that it should be so? Have they not suffered enough? 

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If I ask nicely will people reblog this and tell me what their most common breakfast is? Not your favorite necessarily, just what you have for breakfast most frequently? 🙏🏽

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I think 50 shades of grey did so much damage to BDSM writing in fic and like not because I think fic writers were taking inspiration from it, but we did get a lot of detailed explanatory posts about all the different ways in which those guys were Doing It Wrong, which is not in and of itself a bad thing but since then everybody got so hung up on making sure everybody in their fics was nothing like 50 shades of grey and actually demonstrates that yes I do understand the principles of safe sane and consensual and the traffic light system and safewording and aftercare and checking in that now everybody fucks like a 101 handbook and I think we've only just recently started to recover from it. love me a dynamic where it's two repressed freak idiots who accidentally invent BDSM all on their own and have to come up with the strangest most deeply harmful ways of navigating that situation

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Feel free to elaborate on what kind of pet you have!

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trapped forever

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"I can't believe [media] was actually about _____ the whole time!!!"

[one possible interpretation, yep]

[literally the main theme??]

[worst take you've seen in your life]

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LOL but seriously release the hounds

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