“But fairer than all the wonders of Gondolin was Idril, Turgon’s daughter, she that was called Celebrindal, the Silver-foot, whose hair was as the gold of Laurelin before the coming of Melkor.” (The Silmarillion)

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at Alameda De Hercules

okay wth i do NOT understand how the opening hours in sevilla work..

Heimilið næstu 2 vikurnar 🇪🇸 @steinunn.ben

In air | Keflavík ✈️ Barcelona

OMG I’M SO EXCITED AND NERVOUS I CAN’T HANDLE THIS

arachnocat:

people who don’t examine every grape they eat are brave people

drarry:

do you ever look at someone’s characterization of one of your faves and just sit there offended on behalf of the character

theashleyclements:

orangepenguino:

I had to look something up on Lizzie Bennet’s YouTube channel and got legitimately sad that she was last active 2 months ago.  You know, like she is a person I know who hadn’t been online recently and therefore missed.

I miss her, too.

shadohfax:

Lord of the Rings Reread: The Ride Of The Rohirrim

Suddenly the king cried to Snowmane and the horse sprang away. Behind him his banner blew in the wind, white horse upon a field of green, but he outpaced it. After him thundered the knights of his house, but he was ever before them. eomer rode there, the white horsetail on his helm floating in his speed, and the front of the first eored roared like a breaker foaming to the shore, but Theoden could not be overtaken. Fey he seemed, or the battle-fury of his fathers ran like new tire in his veins, and he was borne up on Snowmane like a god of old, even as Orome the Great in the battle of the Valar when the world was young. His golden shield was uncovered, and lo! it shone like an image of the Sun, and the grass flamed into green about the white feet of his steed. For morning came, morning and a wind from the sea; and the darkness was removed, and the hosts of Mordor wailed, and terror took them, and they fled, and died, and the hoofs of wrath rode over them. And then all the host of Rohan burst into song, and they sang as they slew, for the joy of battle was on them, and the sound of their singing that was fair and terrible came even to the City.

arctic-pacific:

Day and night in Reykjavik

melonylotseven:

the irony of erasing arianne with trystane is literally oustanding

like. there’s an impressive amount of ridiculousness in that choice.

'you will not rob my of my birthright, you little shit' - arianne martell, like every chapter

so done with this fucking show

Heir of Dorne? HEIR OF FUCKING DORNE????
NOPE
I FUCKING QUIT

CLARAOSMIN