andie, she/her, 26, united states. this blog is full of Tolkien. also other art, photos, fandoms, and big-eyes-emoji stuff, but mostly Tolkien. i tag! my girlfriend is bright ivanaskye, who is a lot, but not too much
lmao the fake offense in chirrut’s voice with “you almost shot me” when we all know he was really just pissed that baze got to take all the credit for nontheatrically wasting that whole line of stormtroopers instead of letting chirrut do another round of his i am one with the force and the force finna whoop that ass thing
chirrut, muffled by the bag over
his head: you never want to have any fun
baze: (completely monotone, being
jostled on both sides by rebel extremists) i am having fun
It’s cool and unironically pleasing that every time I read another passage of Tolkien with slightly more attention or thoughtfulness than I did before, my incalculable loathing and disdain for silm fanon manages to climb up yet another notch
My dream is to live in a cabin by a lake in the rainy mountains, where I can look outside and see fog drifting silently over the water…but it’s got to have high-speed internet too, or I would die.
There was a fair lady of the Vanyar,
Indis of the House of Ingwë, golden-hairedand tall, and in all ways unlike Míriel.
She
had loved Finwë in her heart, ever since the days when the Vanyar and
the Ñoldor lived close together. In one of his wanderings Finwë met her
again upon the inner slopes of Oiolossë, the Mountain of Manwë and Varda; and her face was lit by the golden light of Laurelin that was shining in the plain of Ezellohar
below. In that hour Finwë perceived in her eyes the love that had
before been hidden from him. So it came to pass that Finwë and Indis
desired to be wedded
Art hasn’t been happen but I wanted to finish up something apropos for Halloween! I stole the idea of fruit bat!Thuringwethil from either @thulimo or @moringottos; she’s modeled after one of my favorite bats to work with, Glossophaga soricina. Glossophaga are nectar-drinking bats, and like hummingbirds, they burn energy almost as fast as they can take it in. My conception of vampires wrt Thuringwethil as that she is always, insatiably hungry without the flowers of Yavanna to drink from and is constantly gorged and bloated with blood to try and satisfy that. Gross!
I’m reblogging Bat Wife to main because 1) Halloween and 2) bat.
ephal ephalak idon hi-akallabeth 