I see your Padme as a force ghost in her flowing funeral gown with flowers in her hair and i raise you, force ghost Padme in her hospital gown.
Since early childhood Padme has always been painted and decorated and a lot of that comes from Naboo’s culture. But as someone else put it, there’s an intense kind of body horror in a 14 year old girl repeatedly having to change outfits and put on heavy makeup and wigs while her entire planet is under seige.
For that to continue into death feels unfair to her. Let her be in her bloody hospital gown with sweat plastering her hair to her forehead and red swollen eyes, tear tracks down her cheeks. Let her not have to maintain her image after fucking dying. Let her be angry and bitter and want people, want her husband to see her pain.
Let Vader look at his wife’s ghost and see that although she didn’t die directly by his hand, she still suffered and she’s not trying to hide it from anyone.
Me: that "younger man" vibe tho... Me: *is 18 years old* Me:...right well I guess we have that to look FORWARD to in 20 YEARS TIME
So I made a snickers cheesecake. Except there's no snickers or cheese, and it's not a cake.
And this happened -
My flatmate: Goose, this is great! How did you get the filling so creamy?
Me, recalling the metric fuck ton of cream that went into this diabetic daydream: funny you ask, actually...
Can i share something that happened to me last year
I'm minding my own business and this guy who I kind of know but wouldn't really consider myself friends with (trauma bonded on a school trip last year and haven't spoken since) comes up to me like hey, what are you doing? And I say: world-building the ancient history of Lord of the Rings. And then I proceed to tell him all about the various genocides of the first age, with a side note on Maedhros' Quenya name, which literally means 'the hot redhead who's third in line for the throne', with his mother name meaning 'hot damn', his father name meaning 'third of the king's name' and his nickname meaning 'redhead'. Then I explain that loads of elves get nicknames, like Gil-Galad and other people who I can't remember.
And he goes cool, can I have an elvish nickname? And I say sure, what do you want it to mean?
And he goes: big daddy
and I don't know what's more embarrassing: a) he thought that, b) he asked that, or c) I could translate that off the top of my head.
What the Jedi say: Always in motion, the future is
What the Jedi mean: Hell if I know
What the Jedi say: Luminous beings we are, not this crude matter
What the Jedi mean: I just did something extremely dangerous and/or buckwild and will spout whatever bullshit it takes to get the medics off my ass
What the Jedi say: May The Force be with you
What the Jedi mean: Fuck off
What the Jedi say: I follow the will of The Force
What the Jedi mean: I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing and at this point you should be afraid to ask
What the Jedi say: The Force will be with you, always
What the Jedi mean: See ya never, fuckers
What Jedi say: Emotions lead down a dark path.
What Jedi mean: Calm your tits before you hurt somebody.
What Jedi say: The Force shall reveal the time for action.
What Jedi mean: Nah.
What Jedi say: I sense darkness in you.
What Jedi mean: Hey, asshole.
What Jedi say: The Force works in mysterious ways.
What Jedi mean: That’s the worst question I’ve ever heard.
What Jedi say: I will meditate on your words.
What Jedi mean: Go fuck yourself.
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Colour or no colour? Which is better?
Two elves in Cuiviénen, when the world was young.
Without the red text:
Their names are Lalwë & Rayë. They're twins and I have a doc full of notes about their whole life stories that i might share at some point.
the writing isn't a canonical script, just gibberish. I'm using it as an Avari script. It spells: Khintarwe, Khindorwe. Khin means here or now, tar means to stand with connotations of nobility, dor means to dwell or abide, or land, or firmness, and -we is a plural pronoun. In short, it means, here we stand, here we stay. It's the Avari's general response to Oromë's invitation to Valinor: no thanks, Eru put us here and this is where we are meant to be.
“The face of Elrond was ageless, neither old nor young, though in it was written the memory of many things both glad and sorrowful. His hair was dark as the shadows of twilight, and upon it was set a circlet of silver; his eyes were grey as a clear evening, and in them was a light like the light of stars. Venerable he seemed as a king crowned with many winters, and yet hale as a tried warrior in the fullness of his strength. He was Lord of Rivendell and mighty among both Elves and Men.” - The Fellowship of the Ring.
“He was as noble and as fair in face as an elf-lord, as strong as a warrior, as wise as a wizard, as venerable as a king of dwarves, and as kind as summer.” - The Hobbit.
“So like was she in form of womanhood to Elrond [...] Young she was and yet not so. The braids of her dark hair were touched by no frost and the light of stars was in her bright eyes, grey as a cloudless night; yet queenly she looked, and thought and knowledge were in her glance, as of one who has known many things that the years bring [...] Arwen, daughter of Elrond, in whom it was said that the likeness of Lúthien had come on earth again; and she was called Undómiel, for she was the Evenstar of her people.” - The Fellowship of the Ring
“I believed you to be indeed Lúthien Tinúviel, of whom I was singing. But if you are not she, then you walk in her likeness.” - The Return of the King, Appendix A, ‘The Tale of Aragorn and Arwen’.
“Keen, heart-piercing was her song as the lark that rises from the gates of night and pours its voice among the dying stars, seeing the sun behind the walls of the world; and the song of Lúthien released the bonds of winter, and the frozen waters spoke, and flowers sprang from the cold earth where her feet had passed [...] the woods echoed the name.” - Silmarillion
Lay of Leithian:
“Light of stars was in her hair, and in her raiment glimmering” - note that the physical forms of Valar and Maiar are compared to raiments, so it could be her very form that glimmers in the dappled starlight.
“Her hair like shadow following” as she moves.
When Beren saw her, “enchantment healed his weary feet”
“Feet as light as linden-leaves”
“At her feet was strewn a mist of silver quivering” as she dances under the moon.
“Her song released the sudden spring, like rising lark, and falling rain, and melting water bubbling. He saw the elven-flowers spring about her feet, and healed again.”
“In his arms lay glistening. As Beren looked into her eyes within the shadows of her hair, the trembling starlight of the skies he saw there mirrored shimmering. About him cast her shadowy hair and arms like silver glimmering.”
“grey as evening were her eyes [...] dark as shadow was her hair.”
So, Arwen is apparently both the spitting image of Lúthien and a perfectly genderbent Elrond, so we can assume that most of how they are described also applies to Elrond. Therefore:
Elrond’s hair is dark like shadows and twilight, probably braided, somehow contains starlight, floats behind him when he moves and surrounds him very romantically when he lies down.
His eyes are grey, compared to clear evenings and cloudless nights, and bright and sparkling with starlight.
His face is noble and fair, his skin is flawlessly smooth white or silver; he seems to glisten or glimmer, and moves lightly, and flowers sprout at his feet, and mist swirls around him when under the moon.
He seems both young and old, ageless and filled with memories both happy and sad.
His singing is so heart-breakingly lovely, it draws to mind larks, rainfall and bubbling water, bings hope at the edge of the Void and rises amongst doomed stars; it turns winter to spring, calls bodies of water to respond, and heals all weariness.
He’s a noble lord, venerable as a king, thoughtful, experienced and wise. He’s a mighty warrior in the height of his strength, and most importantly, as kind as summer.
Note that Arwen and Lúthien aren’t described as kind - oh Arwen is queenly and Lúthien turns winter to spring, but Elrond alone is kind as summer.
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cute couples t shirt ideas a day late for valentines...
It starts with lotr let's see how this goes... random useless thoughts I must share with strangers on the internet or I will go insane
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