Oral Fixation Alignment Chart

*top secret council in the second age* Gil-Galad: why are you here? Erestor, unfathomably ancient cryptid of unknown origins and unclear intentions who has, for some reason, been wandering in and out of Lindon for most of the second age: because I'm loyal Gil-Galad: ... loyal to whom? Erestor: don't worry about it Erestor: :) Gil-Galad: *visible concern*

does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver

welp im too broke not to give it a go...

yeah same here

Can i share something that happened to me last year

I'm minding my own business and this guy who I kind of know but wouldn't really consider myself friends with (trauma bonded on a school trip last year and haven't spoken since) comes up to me like hey, what are you doing? And I say: world-building the ancient history of Lord of the Rings. And then I proceed to tell him all about the various genocides of the first age, with a side note on Maedhros' Quenya name, which literally means 'the hot redhead who's third in line for the throne', with his mother name meaning 'hot damn', his father name meaning 'third of the king's name' and his nickname meaning 'redhead'. Then I explain that loads of elves get nicknames, like Gil-Galad and other people who I can't remember.

And he goes cool, can I have an elvish nickname? And I say sure, what do you want it to mean?

And he goes: big daddy

and I don't know what's more embarrassing: a) he thought that, b) he asked that, or c) I could translate that off the top of my head.

perfection

501st as bizarre t shirts

tag yourself im little miss fully developed frontal lobe

501st as bizarre t shirts

tag yourself im little miss fully developed frontal lobe

...that is the most terrifying whale noises i have ever heard. feed me more.

NASA Data Sonification: Black Hole Remix

In this sonification of Perseus. the sound waves astronomers previously identified were extracted and made audible for the first time. The sound waves were extracted outward from the center. (source)

Orc: man, we're so lost in this blizzard - forget attacking himring, we can't even see himring! Orc: ... wait. Orc: *squints*

They've put a giant eight-pointed star on the fortress on top of the hill overlooking the city. If I squint hard enough, I kind of feel like I'm in Himring (bad picture taken three quarter of the way up the hill, complete with desolate vegetation and thickish moving fog).