a little kingdom I posses
feminism. high fantasy. feelings. comics. poetry. tv. movies. books. You will find no continuity here.

(Source: kansassire)



❝Go in peace my daughter. And remember that, in a world of ordinary mortals, you are a Wonder Woman❞ - Queen Hippolyte (1975)

(Source: secretlysupergirl)



lyncorbray:


When Noldorin smith Celebrimbor Curufinwion lets Maia Annatar Aulendil into the Gwaith-i-Mirdaín, he encounters a spirit who is beautiful, brilliant, and intimidating. The unworldly, innocent Celebrimbor is startled to realize he wants this Maia and, despite his enigmatic reserve, finds he is desperate to get close to him. Unable to resist Celebrimbor’s Fëanorian beauty, wit, and independent nature, Annatar admits he wants him, too—but on his own terms. 
Shocked yet thrilled by Annatar’s singular erotic tastes, Celebrimbor hesitates. For all the trappings of success—his closeness with Aulë, his magical abilities, his artful skills—Annatar is a maia tormented by demons and consumed by the need to control. When the couple embarks on a daring, passionately physical affair, Celebrimbor discovers Annatar’s secrets and explores his own dark desires. 
 Erotic, amusing, and deeply moving, the Fifty Shades Trilogy is a tale that will obsess you, possess you, and stay with you forever. 
 This book is intended for mature audiences.

"We told him so." - Galadriel, Elrond, and Gil-Galad
"A commendable work, yet not unique or original. Three stars." - Melkor
"He’s an adult and can make his own decisions. I take no responsibility for this." - Curufin
"He should’ve slammed his door in the Maia’s face." - Fëanor
"No comment." - Celeborn
*smirks* - Námo Mandos
"Pengolodh wrote this?” - Bilbo Baggins

lyncorbray:

When Noldorin smith Celebrimbor Curufinwion lets Maia Annatar Aulendil into the Gwaith-i-Mirdaín, he encounters a spirit who is beautiful, brilliant, and intimidating. The unworldly, innocent Celebrimbor is startled to realize he wants this Maia and, despite his enigmatic reserve, finds he is desperate to get close to him. Unable to resist Celebrimbor’s Fëanorian beauty, wit, and independent nature, Annatar admits he wants him, too—but on his own terms. 

Shocked yet thrilled by Annatar’s singular erotic tastes, Celebrimbor hesitates. For all the trappings of success—his closeness with Aulë, his magical abilities, his artful skills—Annatar is a maia tormented by demons and consumed by the need to control. When the couple embarks on a daring, passionately physical affair, Celebrimbor discovers Annatar’s secrets and explores his own dark desires.

Erotic, amusing, and deeply moving, the Fifty Shades Trilogy is a tale that will obsess you, possess you, and stay with you forever.

This book is intended for mature audiences.

"We told him so." - Galadriel, Elrond, and Gil-Galad

"A commendable work, yet not unique or original. Three stars." - Melkor

"He’s an adult and can make his own decisions. I take no responsibility for this." - Curufin

"He should’ve slammed his door in the Maia’s face." - Fëanor

"No comment." - Celeborn

*smirks* - Námo Mandos

"Pengolodh wrote this?” - Bilbo Baggins



(Source: skywlker)



Stardust (2007)
" Murdered by pirates, heart torn out and eaten, meet Victoria… Can’t quite decide which sounds more fun…"

(Source: libbymasters)



//Dark and Magical beings//

Werewolf -

werewolf, also known as a lycanthrope (from the Greek λυκάνθρωποςλύκοςlykos, “wolf”, and ἄνθρωποςanthrōpos, “man”), is a mythological or folkloric human with the ability to shapeshift into a wolf or a therianthropic hybrid wolf-like creature, either purposely or after being placed under a curse or affliction (e.g. via a bite or scratch from another werewolf). Early sources for belief in lycanthropy are Petronius and Gervase of Tilbury.



biowarefangirlism:

There was once a tiny fishing village on the Waking Sea that was set upon by the Tevinter Imperium, which enslaved the villagers to be sold in the markets of Minrathous, leaving behind only the old and the infirm. One of the captives was the child Andraste.

She was raised in slavery in a foreign land. She escaped, then made the long and treacherous journey back to her homeland alone. She rose from nothing to be the wife of an Alamarri warlord.

Each day she sang to the gods, asking them to help her people who remained slaves in Tevinter. The false gods of the mountains and the winds did not answer her, but the true god did.

The Maker spoke. He showed her all the works of His hands: the Fade, the world, and all the creatures therein. He showed her how men had forgotten Him, lavishing devotion upon mute idols and demons, and how He had left them to their fate. But her voice had reached Him, and so captivated Him that He offered her a place at His side, that she might rule all of creation.

But Andraste would not forsake her people.

She begged the Maker to return, to save His children from the cruelty of the Imperium. Reluctantly, the Maker agreed to give man another chance.

Andraste went back to her husband, Maferath, and told him all that the Maker had revealed to her. Together, they rallied the Alamarri and marched forth against the mage-lords of the Imperium, and the Maker was with them.

The Maker’s sword was creation itself: fire and flood, famine and earthquake. Everywhere they went, Andraste sang to the people of the Maker, and they heard her. The ranks of Andraste’s followers grew until they were a vast tide washing over the Imperium. And when Maferath saw that the people loved Andraste and not him, a worm grew within his heart, gnawing upon it.

At last, the armies of Andraste and Maferath stood before the very gates of Minrathous, but Andraste was not with them.

For Maferath had schemed in secret to hand Andraste over to the Tevinter. For this, the archon would give Maferath all the lands to the south of the Waking Sea.

And so, before all the armies of the Alamarri and of Tevinter, Andraste was tied to a stake and burned while her earthly husband turned his armies aside and did nothing, for his heart had been devoured. But as he watched the pyre, the archon softened. He took pity on Andraste, and drew his sword, and granted her the mercy of a quick death.

The Maker wept for His Beloved, cursed Maferath, cursed mankind for their betrayal, and turned once again from creation, taking only Andraste with him. And Our Lady sits still at his side, where she still urges Him to take pity on His children.

—From The Sermons of Justinia II.



marthajefferson:

ladysaviours:

With six degrees of (sexual) separation, Oscar Wilde can be connected to George Bernard Shaw, Arthur Miller, and Greta Garbo. And that’s beautiful.

marthajefferson:

ladysaviours:

With six degrees of (sexual) separation, Oscar Wilde can be connected to George Bernard Shaw, Arthur Miller, and Greta Garbo. And that’s beautiful.



Grindelwald. His friend Grindelwald.

(Source: stannisbaratheon)



Let this remind you why you once feared the dark…



…to all the monsters in my nursery: May you never leave me alone.



spenceromg:

bravedad:

i wonder how many people i’m in the “i’d be down if you asked” zone with

I WANT TO KNOW



shireen-baratheon:

ok just so we’re clear

if Tauriel dies in the next Hobbit movie then I am going to breed my own Uruk-Hai army to destroy the world of men



chocolate-dandy:

steppauseturnpausepivotstepstep:

irenelove83:

my—own—personal—paradise:

theresarumblyinmytumbly:

Jason Momoa for Men’s Health UK October issue (x)

roxymaniaaa

can you imagine if this was your man and you came home hes just doing big body yard work like “hey baby.” #iddie

Goals



beautyofthesun:

mizzjade:

yarrahs-life:

American History 101

True life: I got kicked out of class in the third grade for bringing this up.

I’m pretty sure my child is going to get kicked out of class for being aware. And I will take them out for pizza when it happens. Fools won’t brainwash my babies. Uh uh.

(Source: carlboygenius)



MSL