the men who fell to earth

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The Lord of the Rings Meme  29. the beginning

“It all began with the forging of the Great Rings. Three were given to the Elves; immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings. Seven, to the Dwarf Lords, great miners and craftsmen of the mountain halls. And nine, nine rings were gifted to the race of Men, who above all else desire power. For within these rings was bound the strength and the will to govern over each race. But they were all of them deceived, for another ring was made. In the land of Mordor, in the fires of Mount Doom, the Dark Lord Sauron forged in secret, a master ring, to control all others. And into this ring he poured all his cruelty, his malice and his will to dominate all life. One ring to rule them all. One by one, the free peoples of Middle Earth fell to the power of the Ring. But there were some who resisted. A last alliance of men and elves marched against the armies of Mordor, and on the very slopes of Mount Doom, they fought for the freedom of Middle-Earth. Victory was near, but the power of the ring could not be undone. It was in this moment, when all hope had faded, that Isildur, son of the king, took up his father’s sword. And Sauron, enemy of the free peoples of Middle-Earth, was defeated. The Ring passed to Isildur, who had this one chance to destroy evil forever, but the hearts of men are easily corrupted. And the ring of power has a will of its own. It betrayed Isildur, to his death. And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost. History became legend. Legend became myth. And for two and a half thousand years, the ring passed out of all knowledge. Until, when chance came, the ring ensnared a new bearer. The ring came to the creature Gollum, who took it deep into the tunnels under the Misty Mountains, and there it consumed him. The ring gave to Gollum unnatural long life. For five hundred years it poisoned his mind; and in the gloom of Gollum’s cave, it waited. Darkness crept back into the forests of the world. Rumor grew of a shadow in the East, whispers of a nameless fear, and the Ring of Power perceived. Its time had now come. It abandoned Gollum. But then something happened that the Ring did not intend. It was picked up by the most unlikely creature imaginable. A Hobbit, Bilbo Baggins, of the Shire. For the time will soon come when Hobbits will shape the fortunes of all…“

Space Man

Were you there when the Space Man died?
Many were, and many cried.

The Man who was not of this earth.
The Man who help men find their worth.
One blue eye, and made of stars.
The Man who might have hailed from Mars.

The avatar of god Eros
A charasmatic overdose.
A charming beast, a diamond dog
A blinding light in densest fog.

Were you there when the Space Man died?
The word that spread, you hoped, a lie?

The news spread quickly through the land.
“Untimely end for creature grand”.
The news, this news, it can’t be true!
A god has fell, when there’s so few.

His joy contagious; work, unsurpassed
A mind that’s now beyond our grasp
Genius being; humble, clever.
A Man we thought would live forever.

Were you there when the Space Man died?
The icon, muse, the friend, a guide?

Someone who was just like them
Who understood, did not condemn.
Who made mistakes just like they did.
But lived his way until the end.

A legacy, a life, well lived.
His talents, gifts he loved to give.
A body taken from this station
But a life inspiring generations.

Where were you when the Space Man died?
Did you feel the loss inside?

Many cried, but they weren’t sad
There was rejoicing, the throngs were glad.
Not out of hate, and not of spite
The tears were tears of joy that night.

The Man is gone, but he’s still here.
So far away, but always near.
An immortal creature disappears
And leaves behind the work of years.

The Space Man is now free to roam.
He isn’t dead. Just heading home.

(Art by Bill Sienkiewicz)

Problematic Fave: Clarke Griffin

- dirty smol space nugget

- bisexual

- doesn’t shower as much as she should

-pussy destroyer

- grounder pounder

- niylah sex and lexa sex k

- had sex with Finn that one time

- leader of the skaikru

- FUCK the rules

- tries to be good

-every1 she loves diez

- held her soulmate while she died (x2)

-golden retriever puppy

- almost got dress honey no

- killed the mountain men and 300 grounders burnt for her people

- let tondc explode with ppl in it (lexa why)

- art

- tried to one up the ice bitch for her lesbian commander bean

- literally ate lexa out

-“for my people” griffin

- loves her mom, lexa, Bellamy, raven, Octavia, Monty, jasper, Murphy so much k

- suffers 24/7

- made of dirt and stars, held together by stress

- literally the moon and stars who fell to the fuckin earth and fell in love with the ground

-partg girl

- loves lexa kom trikru with all her heart

- loves Bellamy Blake so much

It’s not that you’re only human. It’s the fact that out of all things, you are a member of the human race.

The human race, who has built towers that touch the sky.

The human race, who has taken our pain and turned it into our prize.

The human race, who has crossed oceans and toppled mountains and turned every obstacle into a gold-mine,

Who despite having no claws to scratch with, or wings with which to fly, or gills with which to swim, have fought harder, flew higher, and traversed oceans faster than any other species. Period.

Who have leapt forward when the rest of the Earth fell back

Who have said “Yes!” when biology said “No.”

Who can touch the moon, the planets, and the stars, and still come home for dinner, all while letting out the flurry of tears and laughter and passion that lets us know that we are alive, that we are valuable, that we are not machine men, but beautiful life forms with the largest and most capable souls.

So when somebody tells you that “you’re only human”, remember what that means. Let the tears flow, and get back to being the best thing the world has ever made.

—  Only Human (S.G.W)
Healing Eyes

Fandom: The Hobbit
Pairing: Bard x Reader
Word Count: 1780
Notes: Based on: “Imagine Bard falling in love with you as he watches you care for the people after the Battle of Five Armies.” I love Bard! He just seems like the most noble, loyal, beautiful, gorgeous man in all of Middle Earth…behind Legolas of course. ;) Plus, writing fics about him seems to come so easily to me, which I am very much so thankful for. I hope you guys enjoy this! See y'all in the next post that will probably be about Bard, haha. ;)

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Memorial day isn’t about us still drawing breath on this earth. It’s about the men and women who fell ultimately insuring that we are still here to celebrate this weekend. If there’s anything we could say it would be to have the best time possible and remain in good spirits. For those of us that truly appreciate what this holiday is for it’s not necessarily something we take lightly. At some point this weekend whether at a bar or barbecue, toast to the lost and raise your glass to our fallen in Valhalla.

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Clarification of terms regarding spirits and bodies in Tolkien lore

…Since I’ve been an utter idiot for the past year. Please forgive me as I learn!

As you may know I sort of had a small freakout about improper use of the term ‘fana’ to describe a body of sorts. It’s been very difficult to track down that word at all. I fell into a mess of jargon that made me realize I have been pretty much using all of the spirit-body terms incorrectly. Firstly, I apologize to anyone who’s taken my words as any sort of gospel, and second, by writing this out I hope that I can help others understand this all a bit better. This information comes from Tolkien Gateway, and they cite History of Middle Earth Vol X ‘Morgoth’s Ring’ for most of it. 

FËA (FËAR) : A soul of a mortal (or incarnate) being; i.e. elves, Men, dwarves, some beasts, basically sentient Children of Ilúvatar who were designed to dwell in a body. The fëa is not capable of much outside of its housing, and requires a body to be a ‘complete’ and functional being. Fëar are made from Eru directly using the Flame Imperishable and cannot be destroyed by worldly forces. In Elves, upon death of the body, it is summoned to Mandos by Namo for judgment, and is bound to stay within the realm of Arda forever, and in Men it leaves Arda. 

HRÖA (HRÖAR) : The other ‘half’ of a mortal being, the body made from the physical stuff of the Earth that houses the fëa. It can be subject to the fell forces Melkor laid upon the world, and can weaken, waste away, or be slain, to release the fëa. It would soon perish without a fëa inside of it. 

ËALA (ËALAR) : The spirits of beings that do not require mortal housing, i.e. the Ainur. Literally from the Quenya word for ‘being’. It is the equivalent of the  fëa but is powerful by itself. 

FANA (FANAR) : This had the least amount of information on it, in fact I’ve only seen it in passing (there is no wiki page for it, but it is used in their articles). It is derived from a Quenya word for ‘veil’. From what I can glean, it is a physical form that the Ainur take to be visible in Arda, the ‘mortal raiment’ Tolkien describes in the Ainulindalë of The Silmarillion. This is not confined to a humanoid form, but (I presume) can mean any cloak they wear to be seen by the Children of Ilúvatar (often Melkor took terrifying or otherwise unfathomable forms, and Ulmo barely ever clothed himself in a body recognizable to mortals). It would be the equivalent to a hröa only superficially, as Ainur do not need housing for their spirits, nor are they bound to it, nor are the fanar truly mortal (though they can be slain or destroyed, they are not affected by the wears of the world). These forms can be devised to the Ainu’s preference and can be shed or changed (this ability may be hindered, however, by some unhealable damage or corruption to the spirit).


Feel free to add any further information you have or correct me if I am wrong! 

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It all began with the forging of the Great Rings. Three were given to the Elves; immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings. Seven, to the Dwarf Lords, great miners and craftsmen of the mountain halls. And nine, nine rings were gifted to the race of Men, who above all else desire power. For within these rings was bound the strength and the will to govern over each race. But they were all of them deceived, for another ring was made. In the land of Mordor, in the fires of Mount Doom, the Dark Lord Sauron forged in secret, a master ring, to control all others. And into this ring he poured all his cruelty, his malice and his will to dominate all life. One ring to rule them all. One by one, the free peoples of Middle Earth fell to the power of the Ring. But there were some who resisted. A last alliance of men and elves marched against the armies of Mordor, and on the very slopes of Mount Doom, they fought for the freedom of Middle-Earth. Victory was near, but the power of the ring could not be undone. It was in this moment, when all hope had faded, that Isildur, son of the king, took up his father’s sword. And Sauron, enemy of the free peoples of Middle-Earth, was defeated.

They approached George Lucas in 1990 to discuss a Surfer movie, but it was decided that the silver man technology wasn’t quite there. One studio tried painting a man with mineral oil, but it looked less cosmic and more “buns calendar.”

After Reservoir Dogs, Quentin Tarantino showed interest in making a Silver Surfer movie, and this idea bounced around until it got to Fox, who hired John Turman to write a script. In it, the Surfer came to Earth, met a 12-year-old prostitute, fell in love with a waitress, and got turned into an ordinary, non-silver human by an evil general.

Yes, their idea was to make a movie about a silver space god and turn him into a regular human for most of it. And even after all that, they decided that the film would be too expensive.

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For Lavellan {{ wildelvenhuntress }}

The sound of wind whistling through her ears. A ghostly howl that sounded like the rushing wave of damned hell fire from the hand of a God she’s not worshipped. Had she not lived with the numbness in the limbs she’d lost years back, she would have been startled from her slumber. But it was the constriction about her face and the scent of a strange place that jolted her heart like a zap from lightning that touched the Earth too close to camp. 

When words reached her ears, she found herself thrusting to an upright position as it all came back to her. The child she was with, the one who’d rushed ahead and entered at the call of the voice. Being engulfed inflames before she, herself, could enter as well. 

“Lethallan.” She panted, feeling the sweat bead about her flesh like ice. But her eyes fell on unfamiliar surroundings. “Lethallan!” She shouted. 

The door opened, a couple men rushing in. Shems, dressed in holy garb and chain mail. They reached forward to calm her but she distanced herself. 

“Where is she?” She barked, holding her one good hand up. 

“Please be still, you’re not healed enough to move.” The man closest to her pleaded, grabbing at her wrist. Wrong move. 

“Where is she!” She snapped, all confusion burning to defensive rage. “Vela-” She yanked back on her hand as he grabbed her arm. The momentum pulled her from the bed as the other man moved in to grab her. “Velahari!” She screamed. Yanking her arm free of the man who held her she swung her body, solid, polished oak colliding with the side of his head. 

The second man drew his sword, ready to subdue her. Unfortunately for him, he wasn’t accounting for the fact that she was a mage a heart, although her body was found with a broadsword on it. Grabbing the sword from the sheath of the man who was now huddled, hand grasping at his head, she channeled electricity through the blade and swung. The metal of the blade she used collided with the blade of her opponent, sending a shock through the hilt to his fingers. 

Reeling back he dropped the sword and called for back up. 

“Where is she!” She hobbled, grabbing the man by the front of his armor, using her wooden arm to knock the sword to the ground. 

The door swung open, three or four more men charging in. Templars from what she could tell. “Velahari. Where is-” The man grabbed her wrist and tried yanking himself from her, almost pulling her off her feet. 

“What do you wish with her?” A woman questioned stepping in, grabbing for the sword in her sheath although she motioned for the others to stop fighting. 

“I am Lavellan!” The injured elf snarled. “Tell me of where she is. If she is harmed I will tear this building to the ground!” The woman didn’t move or falter at the threat, instead, all she did was drop her hand from the hilt of her sword. 

“She is safe.” She replied, her eyes steely, short black hair tussled from the wind, cheeks red from the cold. “If you unhand our man, we will take you to her.” She offered, but Keelani had dealt with Shem’s before who made such promises. 

“And if you lie?” She questioned, fingers sparking as she shifted her stance, ready for offense. 

“Why would I lie to you? What purpose would that serve?” The woman retorted, eyebrows furrowed. After a moment of silence, no move being made, the elf dropped the man and the blade

The stern woman said no more, dismissing her men with a nod of her head and making for the bitter cold outside. Keelani attempted to step forward, but the moment her weight gathered on her right leg, it buckled. Reaching down, she turned a small knob, clicking it into place and locking up the joint. 

She hustled after the woman, shivering just a bit as she stepped out into the bitter wind. Shielding her eyes with her hand she looked around. 

A small town it seemed. A large building of worship nearby. The woman with short black hair gave word to a guard who in turn shared a startled look with the seething elf and made for the Chantry. 

“We did not think you would survive.” She replied, walking. “My name is Cassandra Pentaghast, and this…well…this is the worlds only defense.” She introduced, looking back over her shoulder. 

“Only defense against what?” The elf spat. The woman stopped and turned, pointing at the sky. Turning, what Keelani saw made her stomach drop. A hole in the sky, bright and ominious. 

“Creators…”

“Come on. She will want to know you are alive.” Cassandra turned and continued walking. 

Although she moved slowly, Keelani pushed on, hobbling as fast as she could after her. When they reached the large wooden doors of the Chantry, the heat from inside felt like fire as they were pushed open. It was a welcomed feeling. 

Inside, the man who the dark haired woman had spoken too simply pointed. No doubt was he sent forth to let Velahari know that there was someone alive from her group. 

Keelani, however, didn’t wait. Although awkwardly, she ran. She ran past the woman named Cassandra, bursting open the doors the messenger had pointed them to and stopped to find relief. “Lethallan.” She panted in relief.