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Italian Pride Flag

Made this for pride month for Italians. Based the colors off of Mario and Luigi (Italian icons.) The red represents bravery, the green represents brotherhood, and the white represents gloves.

When you see “English isn’t my first language…” just know the fic is going to be top-tier. Nonnative English speakers will always give a delicious fanfic.

If I was Elizabeth Bennet my entire family abandoning me at the dinner table when Mr. Collins requested a private audience would have been my villain origin story.

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Tarnin Austa, Gondolin. They are coming.

A pleased Glorfindel to welcome the 500th follower of my art blog. \o/ I hope they like Tolkien or, at least, handsome elven lords. ^^

you guys ever just

Polly Gray (Helen McCrory), 𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 (𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟑– )

[this.woman.right.here.]

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I love the youth so much for responding to “bLeehhHh ur goin to hell” with “omg great tiktok idea brb”!

ꕥ King of the Woodland Realm ꕥ

"Death is the Mother of Beauty"

Legolas: Gimli, you’re in the way of the view

Gimli: I am the view

OK lads. So, in case any of you didn't know the Sunday Times just published a gloriously ridiculous interview with Orlando Bloom in which he said

"there are times when I look at a cow and think that's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen".

No. Really.

This just got me thinking, that's a very legolas thing to say. Here me out: we see in the Hobbit (movie version) that the Mirkwood elves are fairly stand-offish with the rest of Middle Earth so interactions with other lands might have been fairly limited for a the first part of his life.

I like to think that when legolas was travelling with aragorn there would have been an awful lot of

"what's that?!"

"that's a pig legolas"

"amazing! What's that?"

"that's a spider legolas."

"I didn't know they could still be that small! What's that?"

"that's a cow legolas."

"that's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

Fabulous Print Response

 I love telling stories through my work, I hope to evoke more than just a scene in stand still, atmosphere is so important and evocative. 

Thus I’m absolutely thrilled to bits with the hugely positive response to the new print series over the last 24 hours, which has also resulted in a book cover to be published in France.  

I can’t wait for you to experience them in the flesh, Hahnemühle photo rag paper really brings photographs to life!

Check out prints at www.freddieardley.com/printshop

Freddie Ardley Photography

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“I can’t talk right now, I’m doin hot girl shit”

*reads fanfiction for 3 hours*

*daydreams about my favorite characters and actors*

*takes a nap*

I love Boromir so much so I became Boromir

(costume made by me, sword made by one cool smith)

comission for the lovely @preshfinn and @olympain ✨

faramir + eowyn sketches (many referenced from statues). never drawn romance before but they are everything to me

Started reading Lotr and yall have to bear with me and my new obsession :)

The Last Samurai (USA - New Zealand - Japan, 2003)

It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer.

Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something. Even if you were too small to understand why.

The Fellowship as Cars

Aragorn

Legolas

Gimli

Gandalf

Boromir

Frodo

Sam

Merry

Pippin

I’ve been thinking about this all day

arwen undómiel ✨🌙

Ho dormito con te

Tutta la notte ho dormito con te vicino al mare, nell’isola. Eri selvaggio e dolce tra il piacere e il sonno, tra il fuoco e l’acqua.

Forse assai tardi i nostri sogni si unirono, nell’alto o nel profondo, in alto come i rami che muove uno stesso vento, in basso come rosse radici che si toccano.

Forse il tuo sogno si separò dal mio e per il mare oscuro mi cercava, come prima, quando ancora non esistevi, quando senza scorgerti navigai al tuo fianco e i tuoi occhi cercavano ciò che ora – pane, vino, amore e collera – ti do a mani piene, perché tu sei la coppa che attendeva i doni della mia vita.

Ho dormito con te tutta la notte, mentre l’oscura terra gira con vivi e con morti, e svegliandomi d’improvviso in mezzo all’ombra il mio braccio circondava la tua cintura. Né la notte né il sonno poterono separarci.

Ho dormito con te e svegliandomi la tua bocca uscita dal sonno mi diede il sapore di terra, d’acqua marina, di alghe, del fondo della vita, e ricevetti il tuo bacio bagnato dall’aurora, come se mi giungesse dal mare che ci circonda.

Pablo Neruda

Joseph Mallord William Turner

Turner, ily

Alnwick Castle, Joseph Mallord William Turner, 1829

“Nay, time does not tarry ever, but change and growth is not in all things and places alike. For the Elves the world moves, and it moves both very swift and very slow.”