#seriously when you start something with calling yourself king of the world / sole lord of the light

[eri-pl]

Silm reread 8 Flight of the Noldor.

Yavanna cannot make the Trees again because That's How Things Work. At least we get a clear statement (again) that she did create their light, so sorry musicals, the Trees did not contain the Flame Imperishable. (I know in one abandoned later revision they kind of maybe did, but also it is like nails on chalkboard to me)

And Yavanna says that their harm would be undone and Melkor's evil would not reach its goal. Very Yavanna thing to say, very "where's the undo button". I'm not a fan. Like, I get her and it's not evil or smth… but… sorry, my pretty green lady, this doesn't work like this.

Tulkas. Can't you just sit still? (No, he can't.)

"Not the first one"! This line always makes me smile, it's just so "random oneliners to say". (I don't think Namo is rude, I think he's just quite alien and doesn't understand CoI and their psychology)

Despite being left to brood in silence, Feanor is paranoid anyway. :(

Capital D Darkness again — it's Ungoliant's stuff.

Finwë died on the threshold of Formenos — defending the house, but it is assumed, I think, because everyone else ran away. Either he had a weapon in hand, or they just assumed he was not trying to run away. Anyway nvm the narrative frame, the indent is that he was defending the house, so ok, why not. Very brave of him.

Feanáro curses a lot:

curses Melkor and renames him

curses Manwë's summons (so it was Manwë who ordered him to come? This would be some overstepping. I'll assume it was Manwë inviting him personally to come and Ingwë ordering him. Or just Manwë ordering him to come not as his ruler, but as ruler of this land, like "if you want any chance to be unbanned from Tirion, you must come")

curses the hour when he left home (very puzzling thing to do imo, but it is a genre thing I suppose)

Melkor wanted to kill Feanor mostly. So the book says. i am honestly surprised he didn't— oh wait. Maybe putting the Silmarils on his face and the pain was what made him shift from "kill Feanáro and his kin" to… well, all those stuff he did with Maedhros.

Morgoth can't ditch the spider. :D I suppose this confirms that now he is fixed in his body. She calls him Black Heart (derogatory, I suppose?) which nobody else does. It is kind of cute when your overgrown ex-pet murder spider has a pet name for you. :P

The "I rule the worls" stuff. I think this is the first time we see him say it (at least in the well-established canon timeline).

The Silmarils are in a box, and they still start burning him. So:

the burning increases or at least increases until it reaches its full level

they are small enough and Morgoth is big enough that he can hold the box with them all in his hand (right. does it have any meaning?)

It's confirmed that Morgoth had given Ungoliant some of his power and she'd grown and he'd lessenned. I assume it was during their initial negotiations.

She puts a web on him if not a full cocoon. The Balrogs have to free him with the flaming ...I forgot the word.

Also, the Balrogs were hiding in the deep dungeons after Angband, which suggests they did not work for/with Sauron. they seem very much like Morgoth's private guard. Also, they free him without question despite the fact that he seems pretty weak at this point.

The Balrogs have no problem chasing away Ungoliant, I attribute it to their connection with light (or at least fire. But fire is a kind of light, even their fire).

Yavanna was afraid that the Silmarils would be eaten by the darkness. this sounds very much like her.

Morgoth:

calls himself king of the world (the contrast of this and his situation...)

his hands are permanently black with burns and always in pain (which angers him even more)

also his crown seems to hurt him

seriously what is wrong with you?

you need therapy

seriously is insane at this point

also has a super powerful aura of fear

The Valar sit and (think, I guess), their courts (Maiar and Vanyar) cry about the Trees, the Noldor go back to Tirion. Suddenly Feanor. Who technically is still banished, which I think is more of a case of "the Valar had other priorities and he didn't ask" or "we aren't going to let him back to his brother in this state of emotions because there wil be more murders" than "revenge for not giving the Silmarils o Yavanna".

Also, now, of all times, is when many of the Noldor learn about the Men being a thing. Because before that Melkor told a few in secret and tehy apparently told Feanáro in secret… Peak unfortune timing. Peak planning on Melkor's side (not that he could now appraciate it).

Also, in Polish it's not "jealous gods", but "jealous Valar" which is interesting, but I think it makes sense. Still, it is out-Tolkiening the Tolkien I think.

Oh. Another part I need in English, because it's so important.

After Morgoth to the ends of the Earth! War shall he have and hatred undying. But when we have conquered and have regained the Silmarils that he stole, then behold! We, we alone, shall be the lords of the unsullied Light, and masters of the bliss and the beauty of Arda! No other race shall oust us!’ [src]

Oh my. It is so much.

First, it is obvious that "reclaim the Silmarils" is (in his mind) the relatively easy, or at least short, part.

Second: "We, we alone, shall be the lords of the unsullied Light, and masters of the bliss and the beauty of Arda!" I don't think this needs any comments.

Aaaand then they swear the Oath.

It's just one huge downward spiral, and he talks himself into it. Yes, trauma, but why are you pouring gasoline on it??? They all need… a lot. And to stop pouring gasoline on everything.

Fefe. I am so dissapointed with you. I am sad. I don't have the words for this. Also, you hate Morgoth, but you two are so similar sometimes.

Oh, and in the Silm they do not call Eru, they call the Everlasting Darkness to claim them if they break their oath. At least according to the translation. also, yes, revenge and hatered is mentioned, but no requirement to succeed in killing the offenders.

Galadriel is enthusiastic about Feanáro's plans, even though she dislikes him. :P

Manwë is silent, because he doesn't want to stop Feanor. Because he careas about the Noldor feeling enslaved! At least the translation says it pretty clearly. They (the Valar, or at least M&V) sit and watch, hoping that the Noldor will calm down.

Politics, politics… Fingolfin goes because Fingon, and the people, and he promised. Mentioned in this order.

90% of all the Noldor go (to Alqualonde and north, it's unclear how many came back with Finarfin). I wonder if it is of all the Noldor or just of the male Noldor. Because most of the women seem to stay.

Eonwë (not named, but seems like him. Technically it may be another Maia) comes to give them advice. Just an advice. Explicitely says that the Valar will not stop them and they came freely, they can leave freely.

Finarfin and Finrod and all the "wisest of Noldor" are in the back and carry a lot of stuff. Good for them.

Túna was nearly at the equator! Oh. interesting. They are very, very far from the Helcaraxe, and I assume nobody invited navigation without seeing the shores (sorry I don't know the English one word term for this). So they have a logistics problem.

The Teleri seem to refuse any help because they don't want to go against the Valar. Even though the Valar did not forbid it, they just said it was a bad idea. The Teleri just trust them, because Ulmo is cool. Also, they don't have much experience with Morgoth and assume "the Valar will fix it all".

An arguement ensues.

Fefe leaves, broods, and returns to Alqualonde when he has enough army. Then he starts seizing the ships. The Teleri push the Noldor to water, a fight ensues. Fingon join them and assumed that the Teleri were ordered by the Valar to stop the Noldor and attacked them. So, Finarfin and his team was not there. Fingolfin might not be at the battle either?

Olwë calls Ossë for help (so, he did survive), and we have the hilarious "I can't because the Valar forbade us to stop the Noldor. However, my wife, who has a clear recorc, will drown them with her crying anyway."

Blatant ad for the Maglor. "…for more details, see the Noldolante…" This is hilarious.

so they all go far, and it takes a long time. Some (most trusted by Feanor) go on the ships, other on foot. they travel from the equator to, idk, but a pretty cold area.

And only then, after probably weeks of travel, they get Namo(or is it?) and the Doom of the Noldor. (I need to correct one of my fics. This fact makes it 3 times more hilarious. even with the Maiarin teleportation).

Finarfin comes back, and he walks all the distance back. Has a lot of time to think, I guess. Many elves join him, but no number estimates or percentages. :(

The rest go further north.

Helcaraxe was assumed impassable. So no, nobody could predict Fingolfin would led his people there.

This was a very, very long chapter.

[natalchartnurtures]

Mars Back Home

Note: This post might not give you anything new if you're at an intermediate or advanced level of being on the astrology wildride :p

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Fire Mars, on a good day: "Inside me, there's a blazing fire that fuels me to take on challenges and make life my bitch. I'm all about calling the shots and forging the path to my desires and doing it my way"

Why?- Ah, Fire Mars. In his own territory, he becomes quite the showstopper, doesn't he? When realized in his higher octaves, he can be caught blazing his way through life, transforming and alchemiz-ing any old obstacle on his way to what he wants. The element of fire represents transformation, oh! and fun fact, Mars used to be the ruler of Scorpio before Pluto took its rightful place as the lord, okay? That's a big deal because it gives us yet another insight into Mars' true nature and potential. He's in his zone, he's home. So let's really get to know him.

Us tarot whores out here (I'm one too, by the way :p) will let you know that the Wands suit in tarot pertains to the fire element. The King of Wands, a figure we can liken to the higher octave energies of Mars, is seen as a figure who has command over energies, meaning he possesses great potential for manifestation—the raw-hands-in-the-clay, creating his reality. He's like the poster child for fiery energy– full of passion, willpower, leadership, courage, action, assertiveness, pioneering vibes, and oh, creativity. And get this, the connection to the non-physical? THROUGH the physical. Fire is about actions too. And for actions to happen, you need impulse. Ever wonder why fire signs are all about impulse? Yup, that's why. But here's the kicker though– when this impulse is divinely guided in its higher octave, it's a game-changer. Otherwise when it's your-own-mind-guided, it isn't nearly as great, trust me :p. But how cool is it? A connection to the non-physical through the physical? Isn't that interesting? Mars is quite a fascinating planet. Gosh. I love him.

so.. here are some ways how this glorious energy can show up.

Imagine this: You're in a class, the teacher asks for a volunteer, and everyone's like, "Nope, not me." but there's that one kid, heart pounding, who still raises their hand. That's Aries Mars for you– fearless, pioneering, action-oriented, and bolder than bold. Mars here bestows one with the potential to embody the divine masculine, nothing more and nothing less. He is sort of like a warrior that takes on everything with a certain adrenaline-induced spirit, which when channeled well can translate into wonderful things like assertive leadership. Honestly, what's hotter than that? If you've got Mars here, you'll probably discover yourself solely through active engagement with the world. It's how Mars here self-actualizes—pure action. Low-vibe Fire Mars might get called out for not finishing what they started, but a higher octave Aries Mars? You guys will see through anything you kick off. You've got drive, and once you set out for something, nothing can stop you. If something does, you''ll burn right through, no matter how long it takes. It's mesmerizing watching you sexy-ass people do your thing. Seriously, its incredibly hot! Ugh!

And then Mars can also waltz right in and charm your pants off, being all confident and being his self-assured daddy-ass self, shining brighter than the stars in the sky. Looking right at you, Leo Mars. Mars here loves to channel himself through the arts and creative pursuits of a similar note or simply have immaculate self-expression. Creativity almost becomes a drive with this Mars; it's so beautiful to watch Mars chase his dreams this way because the energy of Leo tends to add a certain drama to it, you know? A certain flair~. It's well known that Leo is a fixed sign, and also it being a fire sign, Mars here is gifted with a fire that is steady and just won't run off and get burnt out. It will keep burning until it reaches where it needs to be. Mars can get stubborn like that, and we don't have to guess what happens when passion meets stubborn. A bewildering drive to live, love and create the life of your dreams. Moving on, it's kind of obvious for me to talk about the leadership qualities of Leo Mars. Leo Mars is a leader, like he is a king. There's no subtler way to put it. You guys are leaders who lead with your heart—generous, people-focused, warm and loving, with a suave that gives you a royal air, naturally commanding respect. Which suits you anyway since Mars here takes a lot of pride in whatever he does. It's magnificent, truly.

Now, think of Bilbo Baggins on his adventure with Gandalf and friends. Got that picture? Now replace Bilbo with Mars. Ta-da! That's Sagittarius Mars for you. Here, Mars makes love to freedom, fun, and philosophy. It's a party out here. You humans are free spirits who only God can tie down, unless you peeps decide to settle, of course. You are risk-loving, positive-minded, adventure-sick sweetie pies who have a huge drive for life itself. Your action often aligns with some deep personal meaning, aka your personal philosophy of life. Your driving force is laced with a raw desire for freedom and endless expansion in every aspect of your lives. You guys are the kings and queens of dreaming big, and in doing so, inspiring the rest of us earthlings to aspire to move out of our comfort zones and to challenge ourselves to live life bigger than our regular ones—even if just by a little bit. Y'all embody a divine truth of the universe very well, and that is—expansion. It honestly moves me TO MY core to be in the presence of you divine beings. Keep celebrating yourselves (especially after you came out on top after that major risk you took :p) and keep living bold, honey.

So that was my take on the Fire Mars energies. It was a whole lot of fun writing this one because I reeeeeally do enjoy this energy :p

Time to cool off now. phew.

Hope you enjoyed it as much as i did writing it :]

Love and Light!

[hoyoungy]

Elevator | Taehyung

genre: fluff, comedy, neighbor au | taehyung x reader summary: you’re stuck in an elevator with your favorite neighbor to hate just minutes before the new year. luckily, he has chinese takeout with him word count: 1724 a/n: happy belated birthday to taehyung! and happy new years to you all ~

New year’s eve didn’t give you the luxury of calling off of work. In fact, it did the exact opposite - extended hours. Because of course your boss’s mentality was, ‘oh, no one else is going to be open on new year’s eve, we’ll make loads more if we stay open later!’

He wasn’t wrong - he was actually right on the money. A lot of money. The best part about staying open late was that you made a lot of tips, so at least you left with over a hundred in your pocket. You just didn’t want to admit he was right.

But the money didn’t make up for your exhaustion or your never ending hate towards certain customers. It was always your regulars who got too comfortable and would say ‘I really don’t want to pull the ‘let me talk to the manager’ card, but looks like I’ll have to today’ and for some reason that card was always pulled more frequently during the holidays. You’d think during the holidays that customers would be a lot nicer, but nope.

’Tis the fucking season, am I right?

Your nose and cheeks burned red from the chilling wind but the warmth of your apartment complex lobby helped a little bit. You pushed the up button on the elevator and waited patiently. You were so ready to rip off all your sweaters, pour yourself a warm, bubbling bath, throw in rose petals and pretend you had a significant other who did all of this for you. What a way to ring in the new year.

“If it isn’t my favorite neighbor ~” a voice equivalent to nails on a chalkboard sang beside you.

You rolled your eyes dramatically and faced your blond neighbor. “Hello, Taehyung.”

Out of all the apartment complexes you’ve lived in, Taehyung was the worst neighbor you’ve ever had. You saw him all too frequently in the hallways and every single time, he always asked ‘where’s my hug?’ Taehyung was the where’s-my-hug guy! Like, can you believe? That obviously wasn’t even the worst of it - he always asked for ingredients to cook, always sang too loudly, and you can’t even count how many times you’ve housed him because he was so drunk that he locked himself out of his place.

“You don’t have to be so formal with me, my love.” You gagged when he winked at you. “What are you doing coming home thirty minutes before the new year?”

“I wanted to have one last tinder hook up of 2017,” you said bluntly.

“Without me?”

“Gross, I’m kidding. I was at work.”

“Unfortunate.”

“How about you?”

Taehyung holds up a bag of Chinese takeout in front of you with a grin on his face. “Delivery guy came.”

“That’s how you spend your new years?”

“No other way I’d rather spend it, to be honest.”

He’s the first to enter the elevator as you look at him with a quirked brow and followed suit. You always though Taehyung was the party type of guy, considering all the times you’ve housed him, he smelled like women’s perfume and like he paid too much for a beer on tap. So hearing he’d rather stay home alone with tons of Chinese takeout was surprising.

You both stared outside the glass elevator, taking in the sight of all the twinkling lights and the people outside awaiting the fireworks. It was a very festive and beautiful sight to see, although it was weird sharing the moment with your favorite worst neighbor.

“You didn’t tell me about your plans,” Taehyung noted.

“That’s because I don’t have any.”

“Well, if you’re lonely tonight -”

“No.”

“What!? C’mon, you never want to hang out!”

“Actually, I do have plans,” you smiled smugly at Taehyung’s surprised expression. “A very handsome and sexy bubble bath is waiting for me at home.”

“Three’s company, you know.”

“Oh, shut up, you pervert -”

The elevator suddenly halted, throwing you and Taehyung to the floor. You could already feel bruises forming from the impact. Normally, others in the same situation would panic, especially minutes before the new year. But you, on the other hand, thought that this was the cherry on top to your day. Looking at the floor number, you let out a loud groan. Of course you would be stuck at the level just below.

You didn’t bother standing back up. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Let me call the police, or whatever this button does,” he said, pressing the red emergency button.

“Hello? Are you ok in there?” A voice asked over the intercom.

“Yes, we’re fine,” Taehyung answered. “We’re stuck.”

“Ok, stay calm. There’s a lot of traffic in the streets right now, but we’ll get to you as soon as possible.”

“How soon is soon, exactly?” you asked.

“Two hours at least.”

“Two hours!?” you screeched.

“We’ll see you soon,” they said, and they hung up.

“Two hours,” you repeated. “Two whole hours. In an elevator. With Kim Taehyung.”

“The one and only,” he said, pulling out one of his five boxes of takeout. He handed you another pair of chopsticks. “Lo mein?”

Begrudgingly, you took them and ate the greasy noodles, earning a cute smile from the boy sitting beside you. You both leaned against the door of the elevator, watching the people below you setting up to watch the fireworks.

“At least we have a good view,” you said sarcastically.

“And it’s warm in here.”

“I guess it could be worse.”

“What could be better than being stuck in a warm elevator with a nice view, shitty takeout, and a hot guy?” he smirked.

“Do you always try this hard with other people?”

“Honestly, no, I don’t.”

“Why do I find that hard to believe.”

“Because you never gave me a chance.”

He merely shrugged and gave you a small smile. But there’s something about the tone in his voice and the look in his eyes that seemed much sadder. You opened your mouth to retort, but you quickly filled it with more noodles.

From all the failed attempts of asking you out and flirting, you never seriously thought about the intentions behind Taehyung’s actions. It was hard to believe that someone like him - someone so charming, flirtatious, and as much as you hated to admit it, so cute - could never just have you as his sole target.

After an entire box, you both felt the sluggish toll on your bodies from the umami taste. Looking at your phone, you noticed five minutes were left of 2017.

“Jeez, only twenty minutes have passed?” Taehyung said, peering over your shoulder. “It’s going to be a long night.”

“Yeah,” you agreed. You stood up and walked toward the window. “Cheers to 2017.”

“Do you regret anything from this year?”

“I wouldn’t say regret - more like I wish I spent $30 a month towards more important things instead of wasting it at a gym that I never go to.”

“Hey, there’s still hope! New year, new you.”

“That’s one way to look at it,” you chuckled. You looked at Taehyung, who was now standing next to you, eyes sparkling from the decorative lights. “How about you?”

“You remember those blue contacts that I had for a little bit? With my short haircut?”

“Oh, the one that made you look like King Joffrey from Game of Thrones?”

“In which you proceeded to call me King Joffrey Baratheon, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm.”

“Yeah, what a great couple of months that was.”

“I liked how you waited that long after you moved in to tell me that,” an airily laugh left Taehyung’s lips.

“I didn’t want to be mean just yet.” Looking out the window, the countdown to two minutes popped up on one of the buildings.

“I guess I also kind of regret all the nights I’ve crashed on your couch,” Taehyung continued.

“Only kind of?”

“Don’t hate me, but uh, I kind of faked being drunk and losing my keys on some of those nights.”

“What!?” you screeched. You hadn’t noticed, but as the minutes passed while you were talking, Taehyung had gotten quite physically close to you.

“And by some of those nights, I mean all of those nights.”

“Taehyung, what the hell!?” you said, lightly shoving his shoulder. “Why in the world would you do something like that!?”

“It was the only way for me to get close to you!”

“You couldn’t have asked me out to lunch or something like a normal person would!?”

“Oh, don’t act like you would have said yes.”

“I might have…!” Taehyung gave you a blank stare. “… Ok, so maybe not, but really? You had to resort to that!?”

“You never said no.” Taehyung took a step towards you, leaving a small gap in between.

“Even so, I mean, you could have tried convincing me to go out on a date with you! I would much rather have you bother me about that than waking up to loud banging on my door and having to carry you to my couch. You know, just because you’re skinny, doesn’t mean you’re not heavy because, surprise! You are, in fact, a very heavy person, and I, for one -”

Oh, how cliche was it for Taehyung to grab your face gently and pull you in for a light kiss as the fireworks bursted in the air. Just because his lips were soft, you were supposed to suddenly fall for him? Was this supposed to be romantic? Or hide the fact that he faked being drunk for a whole year just to get close to you?

Well, whatever the reason, it was definitely working.

You sighed before hitting his chest playfully.

“Ow, hey!”

“Don’t interrupt me like that!”

“Happy new year ~!” Before you hit him again, he grabbed both of your wrists and wrapped them around his neck before slipping his own around your waist.

“Yeah, whatever.” You pulled him down for another sweet kiss under the fireworks.

“… You didn’t purposefully stop this elevator, did you?” you asked after pulling away. You knew your answer when he gave you a cheeky grin. “I hate you.”

“Happy new year ~!” he chanted again, kissing you before you nagged him some more.

What a start to the new year for you.

[padmesbox]

So let me tell you about my class today...

I began a new period in my master’s today and it all seemed good because this teacher came into the classroom and talked about feminism (a little) and all that shit, then she began her presentation, showing us pictures of leaders and we go from the suffragettes to Churchill and so and so till we got to Martin Luther King Jr. 

Her presentation of him started with ‘he wasn’t just an activist for black people, he was an activist for the whole human race! :)’ and I was like seriously? So I called her out and told her Dr. King was in fact, not only an activist for black people but the leader of the Civil Rights movement and that we must not forget that and we must not like try to appropriate him or erase his work because we heard the cut version of the ‘I had a dream’ speech; she was like ‘but he spoke against the Vietnam War so he was a human rights activist not just for people of color’ I was about to speak again so she goes like anyway he was good and I don’t think she liked me calling her out or that she understood/heard/cared about what I said.

The we moved on to Nelson Mandela and some more till a picture of an ugly child appear and she asked us who it was and I was like okay how are we supposed to know he the adult was if that was a picture of a fucking child??? I took a second look and I swear to you I fucking rolled my eyes so far behind behind my head and said out loud ‘please do not tell me that’s Hitler?’ and she was so enthusiastic yes! it is! And man I’m so fucking tired beyond reason to hear about the fucking german anti-christ every damn time I hear someone talk about leadership. I’m so fucking done with that bullshit.

I’m not here to talk about great men like Nelson Mandela or MLK and on the same sentence hear about that piece of nazi shit. I’m not. Period. Done. The End. Don’t come at me with this bullshit that well okay Hitler did bad stuff but hey he managed to convince a entire nations that the mass genocide of Jewish people was the way to go :)) just because he was a ‘good leader’ :))) is that supposed to mean something to me?? am I expected to admire that shit?? Fuck off.

And to add insult to injury she was like ‘we’re not gonna talk about the second world war (she didn’t even have the courtesy to say the Holocaust) because that’s like so complex (what is sooooo complex about it????) but we MUST recognize his leadership :)’ NO WE MUSTN’T!! FUCK YOU!!

I was so mad but as I said she didn’t give us the opportunity to talk about anything not even why we must absolutely not conveniently leave out the horrors the nazis and their leader caused because of some stupid pretentious hight ground shit ughh

When she talked about feminism and sexism again, she had the audacity to suggest the biggest perpetrators of sexism are women, that this matriarchal society (mexican society, how the fuck is a predominantly catholic society a matriarchy what the fuck?) is the one to blame for machismo and I was like ?????????? are you seriously lifting this burden, this responsibility off men’s shoulders???? and she was like yes, I’m right and you’re wrong check these two authors and educate yourself and I was like I??? don’t??? care??? about what these authors have to say about it??? especially if they’re men??? like??? fuck right off if you’re gonna blame women’s oppression solely on ourselves. 

I told her, okay let’s see from the beginnings of Christianity and she cut me off like well Christianity is a religion based on that but I’m talking about HERE. Yeah??? this fucking county is predominantly Christian???? OH MY LORD. But she didn’t let me finish, she changed the subject like before and ughhhh

Today was a frustrating day to say the least.