If I Could Kill A Writer With My Mind...

some of the rawest quotes from the priory of the orange tree are:

“No woman should be made to fear that she was not enough.”  

“We may be small, and we may be young, but we will shake the world for our beliefs.” 

“That is the problem with stories, child. The truth in them cannot be weighed.”  

“You have not seen death, my lord. You have only seen the mask we put on it.”  

“Piety can turn the power-hungry into monsters,’ Ead said. ‘They can twist any teaching to justify their actions.”

and my personal favourite:

“You wear so much armour by daylight that, by night, you can carry it no longer. By night, you are only flesh. And even the flesh of a queen is prone to fear. In darkness, we are naked. Our truest selves. Night is when fear comes to us at its fullest, when we have no way to fight it. It will do everything it can to seep inside you. Sometimes it may succeed - but never think that you are the night.”

YES!

Hildur won the academy award for best original score!!

Iceland represent!!

first icelander to win an oscar!

The fact that I'm not hiking over an unfathomably large stretch of wilderness, completely untouched by man right now is really cramping my style

the fact that im not wearing a long hooded cloak that obscures my face with a longsword hanging off my belt is very homophobic actually

sometimes i get sad thinking about the changes they made to faramir in the films and the way that seems to have shaped the general fandom perception of his character, but then i remember the sheer power he has in the book and think....maybe it's for the best.

everyone in gondor loves him so much that randos form a crowd and chant his name when he arrives at the city... soldiers weep whilst on duty standing guard when they think he's dying....... he's literally the jewel – the hope – of minas tirith and everyone is obsessed with him... he's THE knight in shining armour... and on top of that he has an unshakable moral code and is so so gentle and tender and loves his sad little histories but he's also a respected leader and war commander and scout and he's fiercely brave and "can tame both man and beast" and he's a tactical smartass and he's a little bitch and he has beautiful long black hair that blows in the wind and he tells his dad that boromir's death is his fault and he kisses eowyn on the walls of minas tirith in the bright sunlight and doesn't give a shit that literally everyone can see them..........like what do you do with that. how do you depict that raw power. the unhinged appeal. the secksiness of character ???

Not gonna lie, wish I made this video longer. But oh my gosh is it calming

Knightcore needs some love too!

Obsessed with old English literature about royalty and fighting for what you believe in.

Ready at a moments notice to fight for your friends or loved ones, even if they don't ask you to.

Loves collecting slag and other pieces of scrap metal.

Having a strong moral code that just like your loved ones, you are more than willing to defend.

Grass stained pants, shorts, and most often knees.

Helping others before yourself because it just feels that good.

Swords and decorative knives are where it's at!

Manners, being polite to everyone no matter who they are. Holding open doors, saying 'please' & 'thank you'. Being peeved when other's don't respect each other with manners or just are being rude.

megumi fushiguro and his talented pups

portrait of a lady on fire, dir. céline sciamma // doubt comes in, hadestown // eurydice, sarah ruhl // metamorphoses: book x, ovid trans. anthony kline // “eurydice”, ocean vuong // talk, hozier

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image 4: text from Metamorphoses: Book X by Ovid that reads “They took the upward path, through the still silence, steep and dark, shadowy with dense fog, drawing near the threshold of the upper world. Afraid she was no longer there, and eager to see her, the lover turned his eyes. In an instant she turned back, and he, unhappy man, stretching out his arms to hold her and be held, clutched at nothing but the receding air. Dying a second time now, there was no complaint to her husband (what, then, could she complain of, except that she had been loved?). She spoke a last ‘farewell’ that, now, scarcely reached his ears, and turned against towards that same plane.”

image 6: screenshot of lyrics from “Talk” by Hozier that reads “I’d be the voice that urged Orpheus / when her body was found (Hey, yeah) / I’d be the choiceless hope in grief / That drove him underground (Hey, yeah) / I’d be the dreadful need in the devotee / That made him turn around (Hey, yeah) / And I’d be the immediate forgiveness / In Eurydice / Imagine being loved by me”

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