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sxmcomics · 5 months
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Digital redraw of The Three Hunters i did the other day.
The works of Tolkien will never not be one of my greatest Inspirations...
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cryoverkiltmilk · 6 months
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Not all who chungle down are Bim.
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babe-bombadil · 7 months
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My favorite thing about the “not all who wander are lost” poem is that when you first learn about it in tFotR you think it’s like this great prophesy made at Aragorn’s birth by an oracle or something but then later you learn it’s just a funky lil song Bilbo made up for his poetry buddy
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rambling-melpomene · 8 months
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“I made a promise, to become the World’s Greatest Swordsman.”
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“Where I go, the Wado Ichimonji goes.”
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“Still one more thing we have to do.”
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“You could never fail me.”
Take Me to War - The Crane Wives / OPLA Season 1, Episode 5: EAT AT BARATIE! / Take Me to War - The Crane Wives / OPLA Season 1, Episode 1: ROMANCE DAWN / Curses - The Crane Wives / OPLA Season 1, Episode 2: THE MAN IN THE STRAW HAT / Curses - The Crane Wives / OPLA Season 1, Episode 5: EAT AT BARATIE!
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unicornsaures · 29 days
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Divinity lams AU?
Alex is some divine, etheral being and John is just a pathetic and lost fallen angel who swears his devotion to this 'otherworldly being' for the privilege of following him around and being with him for eternity because it gives him a purpose. And at first, Alex just sees him as this sad soul whos's lost and doesnt know what to do and genuinely takes pity on him; but eventually it goes from a 'worshiped and worshiper' relationship to a relationship in which Alex see's him as an equal despite being nothing but.
And even before this, John had been searching for guidance through other people because he never fully trusted his instincts and yet this had only led him to be distrusting because the very reason he had 'fallen' was because he had followed anothers lead. In turn, he turned to etheral 'gods' who he knows cant do him wrong because they'll always view themselves as above him, and with pledging his devotion, they cant turn on him because he will forever be their faithful subject.
Unfortunately for John his devotion borders more on obsession. He loves looking up to see someone so majestic staring back down at him with such a soft smile in contrast to piercing eyes and to know Alex would be looking at him makes his heart flutter and insides melt and skin on In fire(figuratively..) and makes him just want to cut off his wings and give them to Alex as a sign of his true adoration he holds for him. And obviously this concerns Alex. I mean, his poor devotee is willing to do anything for him but theres a line, right? Alex still cares for him of course, what kind of being would he be if he allowed someone to sacrifice their own peace for him?
Cue emotional outburst number one! John would be rambling softly about how if he had the strength he would just rip out his wings and alex has to lean down and gently rest his palm on John's cheek to tell him not to ruin his beautiful wings and that being with him is devotion enough for him and that physical pain in his name would only cause harm. And then tears, of course, in natural angst fashion.
Oh, and John has an immense fear of corrupting Alex the entire time due to the fact hes a 'sinner' (by his own standards) and being in the presence of such divinity as a 'corrupted being' puts Alex at risk to fall from his stance of power. But even despite his fear he can't leave not only due to this eternal soul-binding agreement, but because being in his presence makes him feel alive and as though he can feel love again even after he had failed in doing so for so many years. But in the end Alex doesnt see himself as higher or with more power but as an equal.
John would have 'given up' his ability to feel love for another in order to be fully devoted to Alex, and yet he was convinced he didnt have it in the first place so he decided he wouldnt be giving it up if he never had it. But in turn he discovered that he did have the ability to love, but it had to be discovered through giving up the ability to love anyone other than Alex, and in a way hes happier with that.
But even so, John doesnt think hes worthy enough to be so close to someone so much better than he is, and he does view it as a privilege to be there until Alex tells him to stand up in which he physically has to look down at alex(he would stand at other points, of course, but he would never physically look down. If alex would speak to him he would physically attempt to lower his height to keep Alex above him by his own personal will.) But that is the point where he would cup johns face and then tell him that he's wonderful and the most faithful devotee hes had the 'honor' of being with and then tears. so many tears. so many pent up tears form years john has been telling himself that he cant feel love and to even be in the vicinity of Alex is a privilege that he doesnt deserve just to be told to his face that this divine being loves him and appreciates everything hes done and he doesnt want John to be hurt for him.
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thewayhomehallmark · 11 months
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CHYLER LEIGH as KAT LANDRY The Way Home - 1x10: Not All Who Wander Are Lost
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brb dying of laughter at the irony of this sticker
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{ThunderAndGrace on Etsy}
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somnas-writes · 4 months
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I still think it’s so important to remember that Magnus was homeless from the age of 14-16 like. He’s a baby, not an actual baby but he’s young as shit.
(More in the tags)
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phoenixtherobot · 7 months
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Hermittober Day 22: Shard!
Tango has a shard in his hand, what will he do?
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sxmcomics · 5 months
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bit of traditional sketching xo
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*pulls up chairs for the confused reddit refugees who’ve wandered into this blog by accident*
*hands them battered copies of Alexandre Dumas’ The Three Musketeers and a hot cup of cocoa*
Here.
Breathe.
Read.
And then rewatch The Musketeers, Supernatural, Star Trek Picard or Salvation with me to discuss man pain, freckled lips, existentialism and the smell of books.
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bill?
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stitchinonamission · 7 months
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"Not all those who wander are lost"
I needed a sash/belt for the dress in question. I am a huge nerd. Are we seeing where this is going? One very long needle point session later, here we are- with a belt made up of the phases of the moon, the symbol of gondor (split into 3 sections because I'm working with some damn small pieces) and the centerpiece- a quote from the riddle of strider transliterated into Tengwar! Namely, the quote above, because anyone who knows me knows how much I love to wander.
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carrotcouple · 17 days
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He feels like a stranger in his own skin.
A funny thing to say when he doesn't have real skin. Puppet parts locked together to appear human.
But maybe that's the point. He isn't human and that's why his entire being is unnatural.
Fingers trace against his back, slipping into cracked holes that were sockets for something that should have turned him into something that felt right.
It failed. He was never meant to feel safe.
He was always meant to feel like he was disconnected from his shell, like a specimen on the doctor's table to be taken apart and put back together as the doctor wished.
He was always meant to fail to be what we was created for, called useless by his mother and have his dreams stolen by others.
He was always meant to feel like he doesn't fall in line. Deciding to be a person that he was not meant to be. And no matter how hard he tries he will never quite feel like that person.
He dips his fingers into the cracks of his arm and face, knowing that no matter what he'll do, he'll always be...
Not himself.
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zsorosebudphoto · 3 months
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Camiño a ningures, Montedor, Portugal, 02-09-23
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