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glitteringgimli:

sketchbeam:

shapeshifter aus give me hope

-SLAMS FIST ON DESK-

R U FUCKING KIDDING ME

THAT’S SO GOT DAMN CUTE OH MY FUCK

fullten:

popbonobuzzbaby:

Eddie Izzard - shopping at Mac store in Soho
New York City - May 14, 2014

When I was a kid I saw his HBO special. I watched it so many times I still know most of the words.  It was the first time I saw a man dressed feminine, be funny, and not have women as a punch line. He didn’t slump out in front of the stage embarrassed by his clothing, he came out perfectly happy, hoping around, and didn’t do some silly feminine voice for laughs, he just used his voice, he wore his clothes, spoke about social injustice, and he was fucking funny. It was nice to watch a comedian and not be the fucking punch line or a flattened stereotype for laughs. 

fullten:

popbonobuzzbaby:

Eddie Izzard - shopping at Mac store in Soho

New York City - May 14, 2014

When I was a kid I saw his HBO special. I watched it so many times I still know most of the words.  It was the first time I saw a man dressed feminine, be funny, and not have women as a punch line. He didn’t slump out in front of the stage embarrassed by his clothing, he came out perfectly happy, hoping around, and didn’t do some silly feminine voice for laughs, he just used his voice, he wore his clothes, spoke about social injustice, and he was fucking funny. It was nice to watch a comedian and not be the fucking punch line or a flattened stereotype for laughs. 

Anonymous said: sorry to bother you bc you must get thousands of asks but i was just wondering after a re-read of your masterpiece whether or not kili and fili /did/ end up staying out of trouble long enough to earn that tempting pot of hrera's dumping stew in chapter 15?? (this is so stupid sorry but i honestly wonder whether or not they could do it the mischievous so-and-sos)

Heya Nonnie! Not a stupid ask at all, very sweet in fact. It made me smile! Thank you for it!

They actually did, can you believe? However, they didn’t stay out of trouble for long. Hrera made them the promised potful of dumpling soup, and Kili ended up with a bellyache from eating too fast, and Fili accidentally spilled it in Fundin’s beard. Fundin is still a little indignant about the whole thing.

Still, it made Thror chuckle, which was an unexpected silver lining. He doesn’t laugh much, poor bloke. 

christmashippo:

More Narvi for all your Narvi needs!
For all of you who don’t know, this is my version of the great craftsdwarrow Narvi (who made the doors of Moria) as she’s described in the amazing fic Sansûkh (I recommend it to anyone who’s into LotR and the Hobbit). It’s written by determamfidd, who is now my favourite author of all time.
This took far longer than usual, because thunder kept passing by and my computer has only two hours of battery when I use PhotoShop. I took inspiration mainly from Viking fashion, because that influence is obvious in the costumes of the movie. The poofy trousers are a thing that existed and you had between two and five meters of fabric in each leg, and also the layering and the square neckline. The outer tunic is woolen, the trousers and under-tunic are linen. 

I HAVE MANY NARVI NEEDS
HUMMINA
HIPPO YOU SPOIL ME 

christmashippo:

More Narvi for all your Narvi needs!

For all of you who don’t know, this is my version of the great craftsdwarrow Narvi (who made the doors of Moria) as she’s described in the amazing fic Sansûkh (I recommend it to anyone who’s into LotR and the Hobbit). It’s written by determamfidd, who is now my favourite author of all time.

This took far longer than usual, because thunder kept passing by and my computer has only two hours of battery when I use PhotoShop. 
I took inspiration mainly from Viking fashion, because that influence is obvious in the costumes of the movie. The poofy trousers are a thing that existed and you had between two and five meters of fabric in each leg, and also the layering and the square neckline. The outer tunic is woolen, the trousers and under-tunic are linen. 

I HAVE MANY NARVI NEEDS

HUMMINA

HIPPO YOU SPOIL ME 

sakurita94:

Based on chapter 24 of determamfidd's awesome fic Sansûkh, which you should be reading if you have not done so yet.

Gimli comforts Legolas after Aragorn goes and falls off a cliff.

Soo… this may or may not have been finished for like a month and I may or may not have forgotten about it. One of these days I’ll forget my own head.  

Trying to make Legolas look like he was sleeping with his eyes open was difficult, really, because he kept looking either dead or awake. Still looks kind of awake, but nothing to do about it.

good gravy almighty

sakurita, you are phenomenally, staggeringly talented. The angle you have chosen here is just so perfect - it highlights the size difference, the closeness and yet the vast differences between them, and it also draws attention to the great cloaking darkness and the empty sea of green that surrounds their little bubble of closeness, it just - *clutches heart* arrrgh.

Also I am forever and eternally in worshipful lust with the way you draw Gimli’s hair and beard, mmmkay. AND YOUR COLOURS. Hummina. 

You total gem, thank you so much!

Anonymous said: So, you guys read Sansukh together?

askgigolas:

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watchhowidinosaur:

Many paths to tread Prologue: party of five, party of three A lotr/hobbit fanfic By Lexicona  If anyone in the town of lochinver actually knew what was going on, they might have thought the whole thing was some sort of giant, elaborate hoax. Really, It had begun six months before, when Lucielle Mcinnes of the local resturant had waited on a group of five people: two Americans—a man and woman (the latter had ordered as though starving)—as well as three others. This trio consisted of an elderly man with a long white beard and a tweed driving cap, as well as two blonde men in their twenties with It was those three customer that were the strangest.  For starters, one of the blonde men had a sweet tooth and an addiction to coca-cola that would put any wee tot to shame. For another thing, she could have sworn that both of the younger men, despite not speaking a word of English the entire time, seemed to be whispering to their three anglophone companions in a language that sounded strange, beautiful and somewhat familiar. Finally, though she was never quite sure of this, they seemed to GLOW—or at the very least have luminous skin.  The encounter had faded from her memory by the following morning, pushed to the back of her brain by the more immediate concerns of that day’s customers and their orders.  She had completely forgotten about that incident until today.  Though the strangers that passed through lochinver had been doing so for the past four months, today’s customers reminded her, for some strange inexplicable reason, of the aforementioned encounter. It wasn’t just that there were three of them (though to be fair, these weren’t the same three strangers at all), it was that they, like the strangers who’d been passing through, just seemed…off. Some people (like her neighbor, Marcus Giles) suggested they were from Scandinavia, others (like her manager) from When the group—which consisted of three people (a man and woman, both with long dark hair; accompanied by a woman with long auburn hair) ordered their food, Lucille Mcinnes noticed how their eyes narrowed at the menu, how their strange clipped accents stumbled over the words an lingered uncertainly on certain syllables.When she asked them where they were visiting from, she was met with the redhead’s vague response of “The north”. Lucille said nothing, and brought them their food, thinking all the while that maybe Giles was right about Scandinavia.
As she watched them leave the resturant, the bell on the glass door ringing as it shut, Lucielle Mcinnes realized that besides looking ridiculous in sweatpants and having luminous skin, they seemed to have pointed ears.  And miles away in London, an elderly man with dark skin and a blue bow tie, once known to the valar as Morinehtar and to the race of men as Alatar the wizard,knew that the time for his atonement was at hand.

lJASHDGF;YWTE;DIUF
Cover art for The Long Road lkasudgf;kuf;yf
!!!!! + !
THERE IS ALSO A FANMIX OH MY GOD

watchhowidinosaur:

Many paths to tread
Prologue: party of five, party of three
A lotr/hobbit fanfic
By Lexicona
If anyone in the town of lochinver actually knew what was going on, they might have thought the whole thing was some sort of giant, elaborate hoax.
Really, It had begun six months before, when Lucielle Mcinnes of the local resturant had waited on a group of five people: two Americans—a man and woman (the latter had ordered as though starving)—as well as three others. This trio consisted of an elderly man with a long white beard and a tweed driving cap, as well as two blonde men in their twenties with
It was those three customer that were the strangest.
For starters, one of the blonde men had a sweet tooth and an addiction to coca-cola that would put any wee tot to shame. For another thing, she could have sworn that both of the younger men, despite not speaking a word of English the entire time, seemed to be whispering to their three anglophone companions in a language that sounded strange, beautiful and somewhat familiar.
Finally, though she was never quite sure of this, they seemed to GLOW—or at the very least have luminous skin.
The encounter had faded from her memory by the following morning, pushed to the back of her brain by the more immediate concerns of that day’s customers and their orders.
She had completely forgotten about that incident until today.
Though the strangers that passed through lochinver had been doing so for the past four months, today’s customers reminded her, for some strange inexplicable reason, of the aforementioned encounter.
It wasn’t just that there were three of them (though to be fair, these weren’t the same three strangers at all), it was that they, like the strangers who’d been passing through, just seemed…off. Some people (like her neighbor, Marcus Giles) suggested they were from Scandinavia, others (like her manager) from
When the group—which consisted of three people (a man and woman, both with long dark hair; accompanied by a woman with long auburn hair) ordered their food, Lucille Mcinnes noticed how their eyes narrowed at the menu, how their strange clipped accents stumbled over the words an lingered uncertainly on certain syllables.When she asked them where they were visiting from, she was met with the redhead’s vague response of “The north”. Lucille said nothing, and brought them their food, thinking all the while that maybe Giles was right about Scandinavia.

As she watched them leave the resturant, the bell on the glass door ringing as it shut, Lucielle Mcinnes realized that besides looking ridiculous in sweatpants and having luminous skin, they seemed to have pointed ears.
And miles away in London, an elderly man with dark skin and a blue bow tie, once known to the valar as Morinehtar and to the race of men as Alatar the wizard,knew that the time for his atonement was at hand.

lJASHDGF;YWTE;DIUF

Cover art for The Long Road lkasudgf;kuf;yf

!!!!! + !

THERE IS ALSO A FANMIX OH MY GOD

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christmashippo:

The Lay of Nimrodel as sung by Legolas, from the Fellowship of the Ring.
Performed by me.

I realised that my mp3 could record stuff, so I decided to sing a bit.

Two things about this: Firstly, I haven’t made up the melody. I borrowed it from a Swedish song that I sadly don’t remember the name of right now, but I am not violating any form of copyright with the melody.

Secondly, the sound quality is not that good and I apologise for that. As I said, recorded by an mp3-player.

*gaspchokeflail* O MOST MUSICAL OF HIPPOS

that tune is gorgeous! It fits beautifully, and you perform it with a lovely sensitivity.*hugs*