Happy March 32nd, everyone!

you can only reblog this once a year

good morning cruel world

Don’t you mean goodbye?

no i meant good morning. this world may be cruel but i’m still kickin’

happy Thursday the 20th

I’d have to wait months or even years for another chance to reblog this, so why the fuck not?

next days you can reblog this on a Thursday the 20th

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You know, just in case you wanted to set your queue for the next 6 years

TODAY

Since it’s now August 20, 2020… The next days you can reblog this on a Thursday the 20th:

If you wanted to set your queue for the next six years.

does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver

the reblog map is all of us holding hands btw

We are each other's night sky. No one is alone here.

night sky continues to get brighter. theres always people here for you

When I Say I Love You

Translation of Kapag Sinabi Kong Mahal Kita by Juan Miguel Severo of @wordsanonph

When I say “I love you”, I mean, “Thank you for being there.”

When I say “I love you”, I mean, “I still long for you.”

When I say “I love you”, I mean, “I get tired too”.

My muscles shake, my knees give and my arms get tired,

      because when I say “I love you”, 

what I am saying is I am ready to work and wear myself out for this.

I will wait for you, follow you, woo you,

     because my “I love you” doesn’t end with “I just love you”;

my “I love you” carries an acceptance that this, this is a hardship that comes with falling in love — embrace it.

When I say “I love you”, I am saying that the world is cruel and I will love everyone on your side,

     so let the storm come, let me melt under the heat of the sun —

let me convince you that I am also on your side.

You, my hoped-for destiny;

     you, the tale that never gets old;

you, the moment I always remember;

     you, my much-needed breather— 

you are the breath.

When I say “I love you”, I am saying I’m happy because

    love, no matter how long the day may be, 

I will come home to you. (Translated by Francis Cesar A. Terrado, by request)

lord of the rings + love

Oh. My Heart. I need ice cream.

This is one of the most moving LOTR gif sets everrrrr.

Kinship and Affection Among the Elves: Familial Terminology in Quenya and Sindarin

It has bothered me for quite some time that J. R. R. Tolkien did not develop a complete system of kinship terminology in either Quenya or Sindarin, and some of the words we do have are outdated Qenya and Gnomish which are linguistically incongruous with the later lexicon, so I have taken it upon myself to invent one. 

This is primarily for my own usage, but please feel free to use them as well.

NOTE 1: The terms for mother, father, son, daughter, brother and sister as well as the Quenya terms for grandchildren are all from Tolkien’s preexisting lexicon; except for ‘nessa’, which, while an existing Quenya word, normally means ‘young’, but I have extrapolated this colloquial form from ‘hanno’. The rest are all constructed from preexisting words and elements in Quenya and Sindarin. I have not introduced any new elements to either language.

NOTE 2: Due to the Sundering occurring rather early in the elves’ history and, presumably, before they have had enough generations to necessitate such words, I have made it so that it appears that Quenya (Valinórëan) and Sindarin (Endórëan) kinship terminology had developed independently of each other. 

Quenya

Mother 

Father

Son

Daughter

Brother

Sister

Grandson

Granddaughter

METHOD: For Quenya, I primarily made use of prefixes to indicate extended familial relationships. For grandparents, I used the reversible root ‘on’ or ‘ono’ (to beget) to indicate grandparents as ascendants. For aunts, uncles and cousins, I used the prefix ‘ara’ (beside) to indicate them as collateral relatives.

Grandmother

Grandfather

Aunt

Uncle

Female Cousin

Male Cousin

Niece

Nephew

Sindarin

Note on Sindarin: Due to certain linguistic features of Sindarin, I have made it so that they distinguish between older and younger collateral relatives of the same generation. As for descendants, grandchildren are distinguished as grandchildren from sons or daughters.

Mother 

Father

Son

Daughter

Sister

Brother

METHOD: For Sindarin, I used reduplication to derive the terms for grandparents. This has already been suggested in Gnomish with the word for grandmother ‘mâm’, a reduplication of the word for mother ‘mamil’. Aunt and uncle are derived from attaching the diminutive suffix to grandmother and grandfather respectively, as in Latin ‘avus’ (maternal grandfather) and ‘avunculus’ (maternal uncle, 'little grandfather’). Cousins use the prefix 'ar’ (beside) to indicate collateral relationship. Nieces are distinguished between brother-daughters and sister-daughters while nephews are distinguished between brother-sons and sister-sons.

Grandmother

Grandfather 

Grandson

Granddaughter

Aunt

Uncle

Female Cousin

Male Cousin

Niece

Nephew

Ná alya i vinya loa!

I would like to wish everyone an uneventful new year

May we live in very uninteresting times

may you experience very precedented events

^good tags from @archaicfirehydrants

A bisexual woman’s dream

The movie Agora

greek tragedy: the gods are out to get you

tolkienian tragedy: the gods are begging you just ONCE to make better decisions.

YOU GUYS IT’S DECEMBER 10TH YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND THIS HAS BEEN IN MY QUEUE SINCE FEBRUARY

you have the rest of the day to reblog this

that is the face of a man worried he will be next

Good news, he was not next! In fact, she accepted him as her mate, he learned the crane mating dance and now every year, he artificially inseminates her with crane semen to expand the very endangered crane population. True story.

Sorry, he WHAT? Imagine being this man's boss and having to sit him down like. Listen. Brian. We need you to fuck the bird. You have to act like you're excited about it.

crane husband.....

this is the diametric opposite of all those awful swan wife stories and i love it.

(WalWaPo makes you jump through like three separate hoops before you can read the article, so I will share some of the highlights:

Legit cannot pick the funniest part of this

she has not been PROVEN to have killed her exes, but there is a PERSISTENT RUMOR (really officers she's simply DEVASTATED, she sobs, wearing a new feather boa unfortunately resembling her most recent deceased husband)

His name is Chris CROWE. (Mrs. Walnut Crane-Crowe?)

the mental images of a whole human man learning and performing the crane mating dance, and "sitting" on artificial eggs so she thinks he's performing his duties as a husband and father (and apparently OBJECTS if he does not?)

"chris, buddy, you gotta marry the possibly-murderous crane lady for the GOOD OF THE SPECIES." (alternately: "chris, my man! good news! we found you a very interested lady! She's 36, she's very spirited and independent, she holds a very important and rare status in her society! ...Is there a downside? WELL...")

chris sits any potential human partners down, like "my love, you must understand before we wed,,, i am already... Attached" (camera drifts wistfully to the above photo) "Lady Walnut and I have an,, Understanding... the relationship is open, but very committed"

just had to explain this post to my father bc he thought my stifled laughter was a signal of illness.

well done, everyone, good game. hit the showers.

Not only is he 'married' to walnut, this has apparently happened SEVERAL times, so he has MULTIPLE crane wives, none of which know about any of his other crane wives. This man is, for some unknown reason, irresistible to cranes

the “this content has been removed for violating Tumblr’s Community Guidelines” notice really adds a lot of flavor to this post and somehow makes it MORE obscene than whatever that actually was

World Heritage Post

something they don’t tell you about being autistic is that every character you write WILL end up autistic/autistic-coded whether you like it or not

same goes for being aromantic/asexual. every character WILL come out at least a little aspec

if you reblog this and purposefully remove the second addition i Will block you.

So crazy how you have the worst day of your life but then the next day the sun keeps shining and the air’s just a little cooler w the onset of fall and you realize that there’s nothing you can’t come back from because the only time it will ever be too late is when we’re dead and not ever before

I vividly remember talking to one of my favorite professors about how I’m scared things will fall apart after graduation and how I’m so unused to change and her just going “if things fall apart then they do and u just pick up the pieces and start over again and it’s fine. Things falling apart is not this mammoth fear u should be worried about” and I remember these words every time I want to pursue or seize something bc literally the worst thing that can happen is it doesn’t work out ….. and then I just pick up the pieces and start all over again

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