planning a new quilt and looking to add more layers and depth in the printing and dyeing stages. the plan is to bleach, do a loose tie dye and then bleach again to bring out more white highlights before quilting (and dyeing the bias tape to match)

Huan and Luthien in Celegorm’s stolen coat.

ups, I accidentally posted it with a strange black line on the side, please don’t reblog that one! xo

The Dead Romans Society - Shadows

Love at first sight :)

wet evening in April by Patrick Kavanagh

“Companions”

To love and be loved

toxic

The future is like stars behind a veil…The maia blood runs through the veins of my family.

so @junk-whunk-punk got me thinking about Celebrimbor x Mairon x Melkor and especially how funny Melkor's immediate existential crisis would be

Queen Cersei Lannister mourning King Robert Baratheon.

Loosely inspired by "Eleanora di Toledo" (1539-40) by Bronzino.

“The queen wore a high-collared black silk gown, with a hundred dark red rubies sewn into her bodice, covering her from neck to bosom. They were cut in the shape of teardrops, as if the queen were weeping blood.”

thought no. 1. about the Flight of the Noldoli from Valinor poem

flaming torches he held and whirled in his hands aloft,

-> unabashedly promethean. like it doesn’t get more promethean than this

-> i wouldn’t be surprised if the flames he held and whirled were also 1) his words 2) his noldor

-> upgraded holding and whirling the silmarils to holding and whirling straight up fire. light turns to flame this will surely end well

-> when listing the seven sons at the moment of the oath-taking, the poem records that compared to feanor’s flame, maidhros burnt yet more eager. this more likely refers to the aspect of fire that is destructive power rather than anything else; or perhaps, maybe, that during the rallying of the noldor, maedhros was such a charismatic leading presence (in contrast to feanor’s overpowering personality that was inspiring, but less suited to longterm politics?) that it merited mentioning. Either way, not soon after this scene (or arguably with the second kinslaying at the latest), “maidhros tall” eventually “takes the torch” from feanor, and his “wrath” burns longer and destroys more than feanor ever did (at least quantitatively)

Piping Plover chicks

Meaghan Garrahan

1. Маглор над трупами предателей.

Maglor over the corpses of traitors.

“but the sons of Ulfang went over suddenly to Morgoth and drove in upon the rear of the sons of Fëanor, and in the confusion that they wrought they came near to the standard of Maedhros. They reaped not the reward that Morgoth promised them, for Maglor slew Uldor the accursed, the leader in treason, and the sons of Bór slew Ulfast and Ulwarth ere they themselves were slain”. Tolkien "Silmarillion".

“сыновья же Ульфанга, перейдя внезапно на сторону Моргота, напали сзади на сыновей Феанора, и в замешательстве, ими же созданном, пробились они к самому стягу Маэдроса. Но не получили они награды, обещанной Морготом, ибо Маглор убил Ульдора Проклятого, а сыновья Бора убили Ульфаста и Ульварта, прежде чем погибли сами”. Толкиен “Сильмариллион”.

2. Собственно предатели: сыновья Ульфанга. Отдельного поста другим днем они не заслуживают )

- Пойми, они же прокляты. Прокляты богами. А Моргот сам один из богов. Мы послужим богам, если предадим их.

2. - they don't deserve a separate post - The traitors themselves: the sons of Ulfang.

- Understand, they are cursed. Cursed by the gods. And Morgoth is one of the gods. We will serve the gods if we betray them.

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“Lord Byron gets up at two. I get up, quite contrary to my usual custom … at 12. After breakfast we sit talking till six. From six to eight we gallop through the pine forest which divide Ravenna from the sea; we then come home and dine, and sit up gossiping till six in the morning. I don’t suppose this will kill me in a week or fortnight, but I shall not try it longer. Lord B.’s establishment consists, besides servants, of ten horses, eight enormous dogs, three monkeys, five cats, an eagle, a crow, and a falcon; and all these, except the horses, walk about the house, which every now and then resounds with their unarbitrated quarrels, as if they were the masters of it… . [P.S.] I find that my enumeration of the animals in this Circean Palace was defective … . I have just met on the grand staircase five peacocks, two guinea hens, and an Egyptian crane. I wonder who all these animals were before they were changed into these shapes.”

— Percy Bysshe Shelley on the lifestyle of Lord Byron (via timemarauder)