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We ask your questions anonymously so you don’t have to! Submissions are open on the 1st and 15th of the month.

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The Loyal Orc

~ Othret, my OC from TST

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reblog to bap prev with your paw

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Late to the party but here's a Finrod for day 2 of @arafinweanweek

Illumination style Finrod based on the Lay of Leithian rock opera I drew for a friend last year.

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Absolutely dogshit article on the fucking awful new york times today, just disgusting tone throughout basically implying no contact with your abusive family is a social media trend, and often done by frivolous reasons

Instead of the horrible but LIFE SAVING choice a lot of us are basically forced into

It makes me fucking sick that they thought it was okay to speak to "estranged parent's organisations" - would you seek out the POV of other types of abusers too? Think they're gonna do anything but justify their abuse and lie?

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nuclear power is impressive until you get up to why. "we use the most precisely engineered machinery ever created to split atoms to release energy" oh yeah how come? "boil water to turn a fan" get the fuck out

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Do women drunk on the trad wife fantasy know that women have been working in factories since the 1800s?

Like, why do you always assume you’re going to be middle to upper class living in the suburbs being a full time homemaker?

You’re more likely to be living in a multigenerational household while also doing some work on the side while raising your kids. Your money will go straight to your husband and he gets to decide what happens to it.

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I remember how fucking massive this video was 20 years ago when YouTube was in its infancy so it’s cool to read trivia about it. For anyone old enough to remember, it’s definitely giving VH1’s Pop-Up Video.

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this website’s easy watch. *dangles a bunch of greek gods like keys*

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ive found that partially treated mental illness can sometimes look to uninvolved onlookers like faked mental illness.

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who up lotr-ing in 2025

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And Leaves of Gold There Grew

three Galadriel drabbles for @arafinwean-week

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“Aldarion gave me these,” Gil-galad said, opening the small wooden box in his hands. On soft cloth inside nestled a handful of silvery nuts. Galadriel picked one up, turning it over in her fingers, feeling the life thrumming gently within, just waiting for the right planting. “Mellyrn, he called them. They thrive on Númenor, the first of them a gift from the Elves of Eressëa, long ago. We have tried to plant some, but they do not grow here in Lindon.” Gil-galad held out the box with a smile. “Perhaps you will have better luck in the east.”

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Long ago and far away, in her childhood, Galadriel had raced her brothers through a wood of mallorn trees in spring. They had laughed and delighted, all of them, in the golden roof above and golden floor of leaves below, and all the smooth silver pillars of trunks in between. Finrod had made many fair songs of it.

Perhaps it was from that grove that seeds had been taken to plant on Eressëa, and thence to Númenor, and thence to Middle-earth. Galadriel kept the seeds close as she passed into the east, seeking a place where they might grow.

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Atop the hill that would one day be called Cerin Amroth, Galadriel knelt amid the elanor, and placed a single nut into the earth, covering it with soft warm soil. She poured water over it, and began to sing, of golden leaves and golden flowers, and silver trunks tall and strong. Gil-galad was gone, and Númenor too—but this last gift from Eressëa to reach the shores of Middle-earth would survive, and what was more, it would thrive.

That first mallorn sprouted and grew swiftly, as did the others after. The Galadhrim delighted in them, and Galadriel smiled.

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a wizard appears??

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bijanross

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The 13th century Swedish peasant boy who's crashing on my couch keeps eating my leftover General Tso's. I always tell him he can order his own but he's all "oh no, just wonton soup is fine with me, it reminds me of winters at home by the fire" but when I open the fridge the next day, what do I see? Not my leftovers! I don't even think they had wontons in medieval Sweden.