I am thrilled to finally unveil this amazing piece of music that has been composed for my fic Azhâr and will be featured in the upcoming chapter. This is a lullaby, tamâm
mebrul, and you can read more about its origins in chapter five!
Special thanks go to love-is-a-two-place-predicate who translated my English lyrics in Khuzdul, to laer-aewen who not only wrote the music with Sam Hubbard, but who is also the singer of this piece of music, and to aswiftsunrise who cleaned the house without complaining while we all composed it despite her parents coming for a visit on that day!
Please check out laer-aewen‘s website here, as she will be publishing more content in the upcoming future!
Thank you for your time and enjoy this gorgeous piece of original music. If you enjoyed it, please also give some love to laer-aewen and love-is-a-two-place-predicate for all their hard work!
I don’t even know. A dancing elf in Lothlórien. That’s about it. Three different versions, because I fell in love with how the skirt looked without the line-art and it melded better with the background that way. It started with a squiggle, turned into an elf (what I really wanted to draw was the swirling shawl), and then got a background because it looked empty.
I had planned to draw something completely different, but blank pages scare me a bit so I tend to squiggle on them, and then this happened.
I spent years wholeheartedly believing these four words.
This phrase consumed my thoughts to the point where I never thought I would be good enough until I could stop eating for good.
And I know I am not the only one.
If you have ever felt this way – or you feel that way now – just take a moment to remind yourself of two things:
1. PRETTY GIRLS DO EAT.
2. BEING PRETTY IS NOT THE ONLY VALUE YOU HAVE AS A WOMAN
Im not the first person to point these things out. And I sure as hell hope I am not the last. But I hope one day when you google “pretty girls eat” that you see something different.
One day I want little girls to google “pretty girls eat” and see pictures of beautiful women like this.
Women who are not only beautiful, but so much more. (and if you follow them you KNOW that they all eat!)
Fuck “pretty girls don’t eat” Because we do. And we should remind each other of that until every lost girl who has had the misfortune of believing such a terrible lie can be shown the truth:
PRETTY GIRLS EAT.
HEALTHY girls eat.
STRONG girls eat.
DETERMINED girls eat.
CONFIDENT girls eat.
SMART girls eat.
HAPPY girls eat.
PRETTY. GIRLS. EAT.
OMG I NEVER SAW THIS WTF THIS IS BEAUTIFUL
Brb crying. I wish something like this would have been around when I was dealing with eating disorders. This is beautiful.
I have been working on a the outline for a new gigolas fic, but if I tackle this thing it’s going to be a doozy. It’s a bit of a period piece, and of course I made a song to go with it.
This is partially to see if there would be any interest in a ghost hunter AU in which Gimli is a modern day Paranormal Investigator and Legolas is a spirit from the early 1900-1920s.
The song is very loosely based on Legolas’s Song of the Sea from LotR.
you are, at your core
rock and stone
and though your eyes may one day grow dull
as the years you have spent in your mountain homes begin to carve away at your thick, brittle bones
for now they glint in the shadows
a reminder of the power held by those who do not fear the dark
to keep you safe would be a sin
the flames in your veins do not want for peace
and i wish, i wish, i wish, i did not fear for you
but this is the burden that comes
with falling in love with fires
one day they will burn out
and all that’s left for me will be your embers
darling
i have died in every way you can imagine
waiting here for you
but each moment was worth the rasp of the callouses on your fingertips
as they brush over the backs
of my bruised and broken knuckles
i am a prince of leaves and branches
and you are one of roots, as they wrap around great foundations
and when i meet you on these grey shores
nothing will tie me to them
not the sand beneath my feet or the mist that swirls around us
i have always been too quick
to let the wind carry me away
but i will find your hand, in that thick, blinding fog
and your forehead against mine will ground me
here.
So god this is embarrassing. I made up a little ditty for ‘I sit beside the fire and think’ from chapter 10 of Sansukh and I’ve been humming it all day so I decided to record it. I will probably delete this out of embarrassment at some point so listen while you can. (The things I find myself doing for determamfidd’s creation)
PHOTOS: Transgender Elders Show Us The Meaning of Survival
In the many years that Jess T. Dugan, a Boston-based trans photographer, has spent capturing images of gender-variant people, she says she’s consistently noticed a striking absence in both art and social sciences: imagery of older trans folks.
“And,” Dugan explains further on her website, “those [representations] that do exist are often one-dimensional.” So Dugan set out to fill this gap, teaming up with social work researcher Vanessa Fabbre since fall 2013 to develop the evocative photo project, “To Survive on This Shore.” In the recently released collection, diverse trans elders ages 50 to 86 are pictured at home or in meaningful spaces, gazing unapologetically into the camera, as if asking the viewer to look deeper into their unique context and life story.
Aw Yiss 