[curls up in a dark warm place and waits for the world to go away]
Invented allies of Mordor: The Chieftains of the Haradrim
«Harad’s tribes were divided —at least in the minds of the men of northwestern Middle-earth— into those of Near and Far Harad, although there were many tribes of the Haradrim, often mutually hostile.
Those of Near Harad were brown-skinned, with black hair and dark eyes, whereas the people of Far Harad had black skin.
Many say they only banded together due to the fact Sauron was slowly regaining power, and were fearful of Sauron if they continued to war against one another.»
I think a lot about those photographs taken from the space station of the world at night I think a lot about webs of light crisscrossing the dark globe and I think a lot about dawn and wings and I think a lot about people and how immensely blessed I’ve been, how deeply and devout I feel towards humanity, because humanity’s gift to me has been never to leave more than fingerprints on my skin and not everyone has that luxury and so I have to be their crusader I have to love them beyond loving because I have been given this enormous immense gift of being treated gently by the world and we can only hold ourselves to something better if we believe we’re capable of that and I do I do I believe humanity is worthy of being better, humanity deserves to be better, humanity is owed better because everyone is owed what I have been given, surely that’s what justice means—not a poor median, not a pale mean but that everyone grows up without ever doubting their own safety in the world
but mostly I think about saving people, and about light—I think about that place where your ribcage meets your stomach that’s solid and full and whole and how if you shut your eyes in a crowded place you can feel yourself retreat to that core of being but your soul is light born of light and never stops flickering around the edges of you, darting away and back and then curling up in the crook of your neck; and I think a lot about how stupid we are—inheritors to this fleshy bipedal ape-born species that built tin cans full of fire to carry them beyond the small blue marble of their planet
just to look back, and see that web of light
I just really like people, guys
my social skills took a long time to develop it wasn’t until the middle of high school that I realized other people had these whole secret lives I couldn’t see written on their skin, inner worlds and histories that I wasn’t privy to—and that I could hurt or warm them, I had that power, because they were a part of the world like I was, and behind their eyes was a thing like me but not me—
and that awareness shook me, electrified me, because I am a Ravenclaw before all else and the idea that there were these shifting half-hidden worlds that had to be excavated to be understood, and the variation between specimens was infinite and complex and I could be surprised by them, eternally…
I still have to suppress the urge to follow people around and exclaim HOW ARE YOU DOING THAT??? at random intervals
What happens when a teenager tries to kick an ancient blue-bearded Story’s ass? Mayhem and broken Ming vases, obvs.
This gorgeous print by Noelle Stevenson is now available in limited edition (signed and numbered x/10) over on the Storykiller Kickstarter.
Run, don’t walk!
guys I swear to god how many times do I have to articulate this how many times are we gonna do this
I still don’t have a special direct line to god, or an understanding of literally any of the things you mention. You’re reading the same things I’m reading and there is no cohesive version. What’s more, I wouldn’t care if there was. I love Christian mythology as an aesthetic, as a thematic frame and as playground to figure out my beliefs and even a cultural touchstone that resonates deeply with me but basically? angels and demons are writing fodder. Not part of my personal beliefs.
please go away with these questions, or at least frame them so I can answer them academically or fictionally, because those are the only two answers I am prepared to give.
HOW TO HAVE FAITH IN HUMANITY DESPITE ITS MANY SINS: A Non-Cohesive and Highly Subjective Answer in Five Parts
 The shortest answer is free will.
This answer is cheating, because it is the answer that says you don’t get the virtues, the art and nobility and courage and kindness, unless you also give people the option to be immoral, destructive, ignoble, cowardly, and cruel. It’s not multiple choice if there’s only one bubble on the scantron. And like boxes and apples and fire before it, people will choose those things, again and again, just because they’re easier, because they can. But a goodness that is compelled is not goodness.
 The second answer is that humans are mostly made up of broken bones and scar tissue and hurting. We are not born in a vacuum and the world is not always a kind place. Many people do to others what has been done to them. This is not an excuse, merely an explanation.
 You are not obligated to love everyone. You are definitely not obligated to like everyone. But if you’re not open to being surprised and delighted by people’s existence, their extraordinary mundane complexity, you’ll miss everyone too.
 Whoever said that one bad apple spoils the barrel really didn’t understand apples. This also applies to people.
 The last answer is also cheating. It says that if you try to determine whether humanity is worth saving by taking all the monsters the human race has produced—all the tyrants and serial killers and warlords and oppressors—and put them on one side of a great scale, filling the other side with all the saints, revolutionaries, and moral teachers, all those who serve the poor or help the needy, all the humble, honest people you can find, enough maybe, to save sodom…
…you have seriously missed the point of the whole endeavor.
Vivienne Westwood fall 2014 rtw backstage photographed by Luca Ascari
okay guys I have to go do actual work now
have a boromir
the 1.07 MB of secret shameful SPN fic I have on my hard drive speaks for itself
I will admit, I have softened a great deal towards gina since they started giving her more dimensionality, but rosa
for a character who is given very little backstory (for whom a lack of backstory is a plot point) she has a remarkably grounded characterization, and her otherwise impenetrable front has…unexpected weak spots that make her intriguing. I’m thinking particularly of her relationship to Boyle, which, after he stopped pursuing her, became something very open (she didn’t wait until her death bed to tell him she was upset) and silly (filling rosa’s desk partner’s locker with shaving cream and hair clippings) and solid (showing boyle her and Gina’s secret bathroom).
or the amazing interactions between her and holt, when he was trying to show her how to interact with the officer who almost ruined her evidence. He said he could see leadership in her, and we got to see that
or when she told amy that amy wasn’t the only girl in the room anymore
or her wacky friendship with gina, where she’ll point her at psychologists and laugh
she’s such a solid good character I love her so much
Harry Potter, definitely
not that I don’t love the Avengers, but harry potter was formational, foundational, the thing upon which all other subsequent things were built. So it wins by default.
GO THE FUCK TO YOUR ROOM