only-transhuman:

radiant-anor:

I’m amazed that the goblins in The Hobbit managed to recognize Orcrist and Glamdring on sight. That’s two swords from Gondolin, which have been lying around in some hoard since the First Age. The Third Age goblins must have a really good public education system.

Their social studies program is lacking but they have a really good module on History Of Things That Could Stab You.

misbehavingmaiar:

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Melkor and Turin. I mean, Melkor is kinda obsessed with him and follows him around with Melkor-vision all the time… and who can resist a big black sword on a man that pretty ;)

ship: ew / nonono / maybe / ship it / aww / otp / MY HEART /  when have I ever NOT shipped foeyay with Melkor?

“Yes… the big black sword that is destined to slay me at the end of time. What a fetching accessory. I can’t wait to meet them both in person, we’ll have SO much to talk about.” 

ship: you x my swan. you two seemed to hit it off quite well.

“We’re just friends. He’s… not into me like that. ”  

Melkor and Humanity (like, all humans as one entity, massive fea amalgam) because why not? You follow some strange goal that Valar don’t really understand, Humanity has very strange purpuse nobody understands, you hate when people try to mess with your goals, humanity hates when something messes with its purpose… whatever is it.

ship: ew / nonono / maybe / ship it / aww / otp / MY HEART /  ???????

“I admit that humanity intrigues me, for all I feel they are too fragile and short-lived to impact my plans for the future of Arda… but I have not now, nor have I ever, considered having a relationship with a writhing mass of anonymous souls.” 

“It would be like making love to a bowl of noodles– give me SOME credit for having standards!” 

Melkor and Fëanor for the OTP meme! (By the way your fic about them was 100% perfect)

//S:LDKFS:DLKF;lskdJF *EXTREME FLUSTER* (⁄ ⁄•⁄ㅂ⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄  thenk u friend<3 I owe much to @curufinwefeanaro’s Fëanor! //

ship: ew / nonono / maybe / ship it / aww / otp / MY HEART / IT’S COMPLICATED

LIKE…. okay, so, can I say the word kismesetude in the Silm fandom without getting kicked out?  It’s a beautiful, flourishing hate-ship based on envy, desire, and intense mutual rivalry. They probably both see traits in each other that are relatable and attractive, but they each despise the things the other stands for. And while Melkor is ready to flatter Fëanor, he’d rather stab himself in the throat than concede to his authority or superiority– and vice-versa. Except Fëanor would stab himself before he flattered anyone, let alone a Vala. 

They both have similar goals, but incompatible values. They both desire things that can’t be had, the pursuit of which will poison their relationship with others, and ultimately undo them. They are both intense and tenacious in their pursuits, but Melkor is flexible and manipulative, and Fëanor is rigid and uncompromising. Both have egos the size of Canada, both want autonomy and recognition for their work, both have brother issues/father issues, both value their ideals more than the lives of bystanders… 

And they hate each other. My god, do they hate each other. Melkor gets to steal the Silmarils but if Feanor could rip Melkor’s heart out and wear it as a tiara, he probably would. The thought of deeply, personally humiliating the other keeps them up at night, sweating and humping the sheets. IT’S BAD, IT’S A VERY BAD THING, AND I LOVE IT. >w>;;; 

katzedecimal:

fireandshellamari:

aenramsden:

porygons:

thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

copperbadge:

crowley-for-king:

just-shower-thoughts:

In the dog world, humans are elves that routinely live to be 500+ years old.

“They live so long…but the good ones still bond with us for our entire lives.” 

“These immortals are so kind we must be good friends to them”

My heart wtf

Not gonna lie, this fucked me up a bit.

POV Fantasy slice of life book when?

“Now I am old. The fur around my muzzle is grey and my joints ache when we walk together. Yet she remains unchanged, her hair still glossy, her skin still fresh, her step still sprightly. Time doesn’t touch her and yet I love her still.”

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