What would you ask [Tolkien] about your character and your story if you could?
The one thing that I would want to know and it’s something again I tried to fill in in my little biography was “Who was the love of his life?” Because I felt that he sacrificed his life— what he’s given up something for his people, for his quest. And I did imagine that there might have been you know a princess that he would’ve been betrothed to… as King Under the Mountain. So that’s probably what I would ask Tolkien. [endorwitch’s video]
I love the last gif. He’s just like, “Yeah, I’m super adorable, right?”
To-do list for tonight and tomorrow:
Two essays, a presentation, proof two term papers, finish editing and expanding undergrad thesis, complete a graphic design project contrived by Satan, compile graphics portfolio, build product mockups, and study for final exams.
“It’s wonderful to see you again, Gandalf!”
My best friend and I have the “a wizard is never late” exchange at least twice a week. Complete with folded arms and fake-scolding expression.
My already-cute coworker was reading Dostoyevsky on his break earlier.
“It’s really good so far,” he says enthusiastically.
+1000000000000000 attractive points
#i love russian literature #but no one else here does #until now! #marry me please #we can read dostoyevsky #and checkov #and solzhenitsyn #and tolstoy #and discuss them over tea by a crackling fire #i also admire your beard #yes excellent
This is worth a reblog.
I don’t care who you are or what kind of blog you have. This should always be reblogged.
I just got crazy chills. So beautiful.
I’ll do all of these, no matter what.
YES PLEASE I LOVE LETTERS
“At Sherlock’s grave, before finally walking away, John’s quick-turn is how a lower ranking officer would leave the presence of a higher one after being dismissed. The whole time, consciously or unconsciously, John has viewed Sherlock as his superior officer, someone he needs to trust and take orders from in order to make their friendship/crime solving work.” (x)
And that little nod he gives… its the kind a lower ranking officer would give when being dismissed. Its either a ‘Yes, sir.’ or a short nod. And so he’s being dismissed. He’s being dismissed from whatever life he had before Sherlock died.