Sighs-in-elvish - ༺『👁️』༻

I didn't know this...reblogging to remember

the terms afab and amab have always belonged to the intersex community

just because perisex people have bastardized their meaning, doesnt mean that it belongs to them now

afab DOES NOT MEAN "person who was born with a vagina"

amab DOES NOT MEAN "person who was born with a penis"

that re-definition is the result of bastardization.

someone who has a vagina is müllerian or close-to-müllerian (and that term is inclusive of trans women/fems/nonbinary people who have medically transitioned)

someone who has a penis is wolffian or close-to-wolffian (and that term is inclusive of trans men/mascs/nonbinary people who have medically transitioned)

someone who was afab can be wolffian at birth

someone who was amab can be müllerian at birth

DOCTORS CAN AND DO FUCK UP, EVEN IF THE BABY IS PERISEX. STOP TREATING THEIR GENDER ASSIGNMENT AS GOSPEL.

Im similar. They make humanoid forms for me. Luckily I dont think my actual form is too hard to comprehend. It just makes me shake violently when I see it in my head. I like when it's soup. Soup is easy to understand for sure. Even if it dissolves my identities. Can't even really call it a being

Being eldritchkin is so weird and funny because I'm this infinite cosmic dark being with infinite cosmic knowledge and a constantly changing, ever-shifting form that's unable to be truly perceived by mortals, but I'm also stuck inside of a tiny human body. With a human brain. So like- I technically can't even fully comprehend myself XD

50 posts!

Do I win anything?

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Thranduil.

full picture here

:O

lsusanna:

tolkien-in-beleriand:

earlgraytay:

You know, Tolkien just said elves have leaf-shaped ears. He didn’t see what kind of leaf.

I need a Fëanor with one of these

or any elf actually

you rang

please let this post be a giant pile-on with like 20 different artists

"Along the shore the cloud waves break

Twin suns sink behind the lake

The shadows lengthen

In carcosa

Strange is the night when black stars rise

And strange moons circle through the skies

But stranger still is

Lost carcosa

Songs that the Hyades shall sing,Where flap the tatters of the King,Must die unheard in

Dim Carcosa.

Song of my soul, my voice is dead;Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed Shall dry and die in

Lost Carcosa."

—Cassilda's Song in The King in Yellow, Act 1, Scene 2. Robert w. Chambers

Uh. I drew a picture digitally. That's what this is.

I’d say you were a little loud

Goth Bancoran is hot

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