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Words of Wisdom

“It is better to be unhappy and know the worst, than to be happy in a fool’s paradise.”

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot

dont be scared cisgenders, i am a normal bus. come closer.

hold the fuck up I just noticed there’s an apple juice emoji

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the aesthetic of these bitches,, love it

riza hawkeye age 11: dearest diary mine. today i was tending the houseplants as one does, hoping as i do every day that my spells will finally work and the vines will come to life and i can place it next to father as he sleeps, and it shall strangle him, and he shall wake up dead, and i shall be free. free!

anyway. i was tending the plants with my ceramic watering can and i heard a knocking at the door, and i opened it to discover the most pathetic boy alive, perhaps. soaked right through with the rain but still perhaps 75 pounds at the most, dressed up like he’s off to church, or his uncle’s wedding. how disgraceful. his name is roy mustang, and i have decided i will NOT be his friend, no matter how he pleads. i have no need for meddlesome boys.

mr mustang, age 13, apparently from central (can you believe it, diary? a city boy, and a scandalous backstory to boot - raised in a brothel, diary! i wonder if he can sing!) came to ask father to teach him alchemy. i don’t see why, it’s a trivial pursuit much akin to the parlor tricks im sure he learned back home (got em again! i hope he knows how funny i am being right now, though he must never read you, diary)

i told him we are not kind to solicitors, and closed the door. father had to ruin my fun, of course, as is his mission in life i suppose. he came downstairs after only 20 minutes or so and let mr mustang in, and took the discussion of tutelage to his office. apparently he’s going to earn his keep in the coops and the garden, which is fine. maybe i can get some meat on city boy’s bones. foolish

roy, still shivering in his wet clothes from 4 hours ago, knocking timidly on the bathroom door: miss riza are you almost finished

It was 20 years ago (ish) :: Empire magazine publishes The Lord of the Rings: A Celebration, a special booklet enclosed with the magazine's January 2004 issue, which was released in December 2003. The booklet carried interviews with the principal cast of the LOTR trilogy as well as a significant amount of the creatives involved. The photography was taken in Watford, New York, Wellington, London, Sydney, Los Angeles, Surrey, Melbourne, and Vancouver between February and October 2003. Shown here: Ian McKellen (Gandalf), Elijah Wood (Frodo), Billy Boyd (Pippin); John Rhys-Davies (Gimli/Treebeard), Dominic Monaghan (Merry), Sean Bean (Boromir); Orlando Bloom (Legolas), Sean Astin (Sam), Viggo Mortensen (Aragorn); Miranda Otto (Eowyn), Andy Serkis (Gollum/Smeagol), Liv Tyler (Arwen); Bernard Hill (Theoden), Christopher Lee (Saruman), Karl Urban (Eomer); Hugo Weaving (Elrond), David Wenham (Faramir), and Cate Blanchett (Galadriel). [Note: Dominic Monaghan's photo here is an outtake; the actual shot in the booklet can be seen here. These photoshoots provided several excellent outtakes that I'd be happy to share if there is interest.]

[ The Wellington premiere of ROTK | Air Frodo from NZ to LA | Los Angeles | Berlin | London | New York (1) | New York (2) ]

if mangoes didn’t have the stone in the middle, humanity would reach a new level of hedonism. we could just eat thru the whole thing without having to think. we’d permanently regress to a primal state. the seed grounds us, makes us careful when we eat. this defines us. fuck i wish i had a mango

aaah oh my god just i. i’m honestly speechless. that’s so beautiful. thank you so much!!!

Hi @godims0tired! I was your santa? giftperson? for the @kidlawexchange2020. It was nice to recognise your name and thanks for the freedom, i hope you like it! happy christmas!!

Athena holding Achilles back in the agora, first chant