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#Gondor calls for aid!!
laejoh · 7 months
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fuckyeahgoodomens · 3 months
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petition to renew OFMD :) <3
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audreycritter · 10 months
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every time i go to post a story on ao3 i have to go through the five stages of grief about picking a title and then as soon as i recover i'm like "oh no, the summary, the tags."
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sleeplessant · 6 months
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Hey Tolkien people and history buffs of Tumblr, I'm in need of your assistance. Does anybody know if there was an actual historical inspiration (or many) to the narrow, no rails, stone bridge of Khazad-dûm?
For context, I'm trying to use it as an example in my theoretical physics dissertation on the dynamics of pedestrians moving in a single line, but I've already met with some resistance from advisors with No Taste. All my google searches have conducted to analyses of the effectiveness of the Khazad-dûm scene in the book & movie, instead of an analysis of the actual "physical" bridge.
I know I could use other modern examples from construction scaffolds or bus and plane boarding/exiting schemes for single-line movement, but that's boring. Uninspired. Everyone does it. What I want is a badass illustration from The Lord of the Rings, and a JRR Tolkien quote on my very theoretical, so abstract that is basically useless, physics dissertation.
A physicist calls for aid.
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dhaaruni · 8 months
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erinlynnjeffreys · 3 months
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A real life friend of mine is a trans woman facing down the threat of poverty-induced detransition. She is in need and has put together a GFM for heating oil. She's desperate for views and asked me to share the GFM, even though I don't have a lot of followers. Thank you for reading this far. 💕
https://www.gofundme.com/f/chris-desperately-needs-heating-oil-right-now
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gay-baby-brig · 4 months
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Anybody have any HD pics of Izzy and Frenchie spit-roast-torturing the British for this split second during the raid
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isaacsapphire · 2 months
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Person 1: does the thing
Person 2: "Don't do that"
1: "I don't understand how to not do that"
2: "just don't do it"
1: "I don't want to do the thing. It makes me unhappy to do the thing. But I don't understand how to not do the thing. Please tell me how to not do the thing."
2: "You just... don't do it"
1: does the thing again and then cries or is angry because in addition to all the reasons they already had to not want to do the thing, they know they're disappointing/angering/damaging the relationship/look like an idiot to 2
2: "You're continuing to do it on purpose, because you don't care or intentionally want to hurt others."
Sometimes in the depths of their frenzy of panic and fear and stress and being willing to do literally anything up to suicide to avoid doing the thing again, 1 Finally figures out how to not do it. It's obvious at this point that, "just don't do it" is actually a perfectly reasonable instruction, just 1 is stupid, distracted, exhausted, or really bad with some essential part of the process that others don't struggle with.
Added bonus step: 1 just pulls back emotionally from others in general because interacting with others seems to unavoidably involve hurting them inadvertently and experiencing the emotional discomfort of this interaction pattern.
How do you avoid this situation, from either side, ideally from both sides?
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thranduilofsmirkwood · 7 months
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The BEACONS ARE LIT!!!! 🔥🗻 🔥🗻🔥
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gandalf-the-fool · 1 year
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estel-eruantien · 5 months
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Call for aid: I’m looking to create a Power Rangers inspired tarot deck. If you know PR and you know tarot, I’d love to pick brains about cards and characters and potential design ideas!
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hag-o-hags · 1 year
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okay so I'm popping my poll cherry finally -- I have a great half finished movie one but I am having a sudden attack of debate with ma peche and we need outside data
and he says this is exactly how he said to pose the question so I'm relying on you to help me out here.....
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bandanabiel · 24 days
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I heard there was a call about a boop assault lol
AWL PLEASE. HELP ME GET THEM @dayseagedoodles @floorgle
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lorellaishc · 5 months
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Turning Tides
(( DWC November 2023, Day 3, Inspiration/Unresolved, CW: combat, violent death; @daily-writing-challenge ))
Lorellai rolled away from a blast of flame launched at her by a flame-scarred druid, barely avoiding the worst of the heat even as the caster began another incantation. She drew up to one knee, and put her fingers in her mouth to let out a sharp whistle.
The druid sneered at Lorellai, the cruelty on her face plain to see. "No one will stop us from recovering our perfect immortality!" the druid shouted, the flames flaring bright in her hands. Lorellai coughed.
"Yeh won't be seein' it!" the girl shouted back, as a form loomed up behind the druid. The smack of a wet sticky tongue caused her to lose concentration on her spell, and the look of fear and confusion on her face was almost comical as Stroganoff pulled her into his mouth, biting down hard. Her legs kicked twice, and then stopped while the mighty hornswog burbled, bathing his victim in his molten juices. Stroganoff was not one to play nice when his dwarf was in danger.
"Good boy, good, good boy!" Lorellai said, pulling herself to her feet and leaning on Stroganoff to steady herself. Her arms felt like jelly, and she didn't need a mirror to know she was covered in soot and minor burns. She'd had to toss her bomb pouch for fear of it cooking off, and the rest of her gear was in rough shape from the hours of fighting for the Wellspring. She pulled her goggles down, wiping the lenses clean as she scanned the battlefield for her friends. Down the way, Ghorren, Edmund, Shansii and the rest were holding back a swarm of primalists and fire elementals with everything they had, while further down the line she could see the Kaldorei and the Dragons being hard pressed. She'd been tasked with helping knock out the ritual towers the primalists had created to block arcane spells, and she had done her part of the job, but it had taken everything she had. Lorellai was exhausted. They all were.
A pained roar interrupted her reverie. She gasped as she saw Alexstrasza fall, struck from the air by Fyrakk, both taking their visage forms down below, out of her range. She zoomed in, seeing them speak, seeing Fyrakk raise his axe... and then she saw the smile on the dragonqueen's face. Zooming out, she saw the portals opening, and the smile that grew on her face threatened to split it in two. Their friends from the dragon isles, the Kirin tor, and the heroes of the Alliance and Horde emerged, and forced Fyrakk to retreat. A horn blew, and she saw the banner of the Argent Crusade flying, and knew that her uncle Dolraan was down there as well.
A burst of arcane energy flared from the other side of Stroganoff, catching her attention. She had barely moved to look and see what it was when she was grabbed and pulled into a familiar hug. "Och, lass, there yeh are! Oh I'm so proud of yeh!" Drogar yelled, holding her close enough she worried she might not be able to breathe. Well, she'd held her breath for worse reasons, and she just gripped him tight, burying her face into his beard like she had when she was little.
"Oh da," she said when he loosened his grip, "it's been real hard out here, harder than any of your stories!" Drogar beamed at her as he continued to hold her, feeling her shudder as she tried not to cry.
"I know lass. Some things the stories can never get across. But you've done so bloody well, and I'm so bloody proud of yeh. But there's more t' do, so why don't we get on down and finish up this fight so we can catch up proper, aye?" he declared, stepping back and pulling a rifle and one of his combat mecha-squirrels from their place on his back. He tossed his daughter a potion that was caught and eagerly gulped down, restoring her stamina.
"Alright dad, let's do this." Lorellai declared, hefting her spear, and shouting a warcry as she charged down the hill, Stroganoff at her side and her father at her back. They had a battle to win.
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lillithduskryn · 5 months
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So, I finished reading Masters of Death by Olivie Blake and was saddened to see that there was only one fanfiction in all of ao3 under the fandom—which led me to thinking; how can a book so incredible not have a bigger fandom? It has everything a queer reader could possibly ask for—inclusivity, a sexually fluid main character, heartbreak, angst, beautifully diverse and colourful side characters, delightfully delicious sexual and romantic tension between characters, an engaging yet simple plot that’s easy to follow and fun to read, and an ending that tied up all loose ends cleanly was SATISFYING. And not to mention the absolute artistry of Olivie Blake’s writing style and the artwork included in the chapters as well as the beginning/end pages. Stunning!
Which kinda leads me to where I’m at now—I had a specific, rated E (NOT for everyone, to clarify; for Explicit), scene stuck in my head after finishing this book, and chose to write it all down! If anyone within the fandom would like to read it, I’m looking for a Beta to read through it and give some critiques and suggestions before I decide to post it to ao3. It’ll be my first fic, and I’m moderately nervous about it if I’m being honest! I only ever write stories and novels about my own characters, and am always nervous about being in character, or maybe a certain scene isn’t how the author envisioned them acting out, or perhaps I got a detail wrong—so on and so forth.
This is, quite honestly, one of the most breathtaking books I have ever read.
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