It’s genuinely worrying to me how often white supremacist misogynist dudes have a weird Viking obsession. The Vikings did not agree with you. Stop dragging the Vikings into this.
Right-wingers: We should treat the Muslims like the Vikings did! Me: You mean travel thousands of miles to strike up profitable trade deals with them in their own countries and establish mutually beneficial business arrangements? Right-wingers: Wot?
Sometimes fanfiction is a love letter to the original canon, sometimes it’s just that one telegram that says “Fuck you. Strongly worded letter to follow”.
And sometimes it’s 95 things that canon did wrong, nailed to a door.
As of today, November 17, 2018, any post with links, any links, even to other tumblr posts, just don’t show up anymore in tumblr’s search engine.
I just found out about it after I posted a fic with a link to my masterlist and it got little to no notes (it shouldn’t). I was right – the moment I deleted the links, my post magically appeared in the search again. Wow.
Please spread the word to warn the others.
Yep. I noticed this when I was reporting a new bunch of spammy reblogs. I used to be able to hide those once I’d reported them. Now they’re not even there. Great for hiding spam… NOT great for genuine creators of any kind on this site.
Explains why my fics have gotten slow traction.
Question, could we bypass it by posting our details of our fics in the original post THEN reblog it with the official link?
….ya’ll can’t do one thing without screwing up fifteen others goddamn.
WHERE’S MY JOB STAFF. I CAN DO THIS BETTER THAN YA’LL AND I DON’T EVEN KNOW HOW COMPUTERS WORK.
Thor freezes, assessing his next move, but then— a strange sensation washes over his whole body and he suddenly feels faint. Drops heavy to his knees, sweating hot and cold as his insides seem to rearrange themselves, and oh, what in Bor’s blood is going on—
Hush, Thor, it’s alright. It’s just me.
It’s only then that Thor realizes he’s been making a strained, high-pitched noise in the back of his throat.
if i had to get in a fistfight with any member of the fellowship it would be Frodo because i would easily win
all i am saying is that he would ostensibly be the easiest one to take on in a fight given that he’s like three feet tall and has led a life of (physical) leisure compared to all of the others due to his standing as a gentlehobbit
legolas, aragorn, and gimli are all used to combat, sam works as a gardener, merry and pippin often gallivant off and get into mischief so they have the advantage of experience in whatever it is they’ve gotten up to/would possibly fight dirty, gandalf is gandalf so while weapons are out of the question i suppose that depends on if magic is involved. i don’t think i could take him without magic even if he IS old because he’s a very large guy, but maybe
it would be my knuckles against Frodo’s baby soft poet hands, plus i’ve got the additional height and fighting experience. i just think that he would be the easiest to win against in hand-to-hand combat out of the rest of them. also he isn’t real so he can’t offer a rebuttal to my claim
you’re absolutely correct BUT wanting to fight Frodo makes you a monster D:
this has nothing to do with WANTING to fight Frodo, i just think he would be easiest for me to beat in a fight with no weapons. unless he utilized his very large feet, but i think he’s too polite to do that because it’s a fist fight and that would be considered playing dirty
for someone who doesn’t want to fight Frodo you sure have put a lot of thought into fighting Frodo……….
OP is wrong though: you fight Pippin.
First off, Pippin has it coming, so you won’t be fighting your conscience at the same time.
Secondly, Pippin is a spoiled rich kid. He’s no less gentry than Frodo is, but Frodo works out and is shown to have better stamina, at least at the outset. Pippin is also both the stupidest and the slowest of the hobbits. They both nearly beat one (1) troll, so that’s comparable, but Pippin appears not to have got a single hit in against the orcs that captured them while Merry was cutting off hands like a boss. Pippin also straight-up tell Bergil that he’s not a fighter.
Also there’s a nonzero chance that Frodo will just straight up curse you (if the guilt of fighting Frodo isn’t enough if a curse by itself).
And, of course, if you try to fight Frodo, you will 100% end up fighting Sam, and he will wreck you (and you’ll deserve it, you monster)
Also: if you fight Frodo you’ll have a very angry Sam & possibly also the entire Fellowship to deal with BUT if you fight Pippin they will probably cheer you on.
Bold of you to assume one could attempt to fight Pippin and NOT instantly be killed by Boromir.
So here’s the thing – you absolutely DO NOT want to try and fight Frodo or Pippin because they are going to be protected by the rest of the Fellowship, which basically exists to stop asshole Big People from picking on the hobbits. Folk might talk a big game but when the chips are down, you are not going to lay a single hand on any of the hobbits. Either you’ll find yourself immediately fighting all four of them or else you’ll move to land your first hit and suddenly Aragorn will side-tackle you into the trees. And he probably hits like a freight train tbh.
So here’s what you do:
You fight Legolas.
The thing about fist-fighting Legolas of course is that you will lose. This is not a fight you’re gonna win no matter what. But Legolas has his standing competition with Gimli, so once the challenge is issued, he’s not gonna let anyone else step in and fight you either. No one is liable to volunteer on his behalf, either, so you will only end up fighting the one member of the fellowship. If you are lucky he might also take his shirt off. Bonus!
Anyway.
Legolas will mop the floor with you, but he’s also already convinced you’re weaker than him anyway because you’re not an elf, so he’s gonna go kind of easy on you. And when you lose he will be all snide and superior about it, which means everyone in the fellowship is gonna sympathize with you, and Gimli will probably challenge him on your behalf afterwards, but here’s the key thing:
You will have lost a fist-fight to an immortal warrior prince.
That’s a way better loss to cop to than that time you tried to fistfight a pudgy gentlehobbit and got beaten to the point of unconsciousness by his gardener, yeah?
okay so tolkien tumblr is fast becoming my fave tumblr community thank you thank you all you are the true fellowship here.
Nah you’ve all got it wrong. Fight Boromir.
yes this is a dude who has spent his entire life training for war and who is ready to throw down against evil at any moment. but there’s the thing: make sure he knows you are not, in fact, evil but are instead a dumbass getting in way over their head because it seemed like a good idea at the time.
dude can relate to that.
and you’re far beneath his level anyway so he will go very easy on you. he might even let you win to make you feel better, if you are anything approaching hobbit-sized in comparison to his 6′6″ Numenorean-blooded ass, because he’ll be wanting to prove that his ego is not at all threatened by this situation: he’s very nearly a prince, and he can afford to be gracious.
and when you’re done you can both go nurse your bruises over some ale and maybe wind up being buds
I remember being so heartbroken to learn that magic carpets were banned in the wizarding world like imagine being muggleborn and being this close to re-enacting “A Whole New World” from Aladdin (1992) and finding out it was illegal
That wouldn’t stop James Potter or Sirius Black
bold of you to assume that they aren’t the reason they’re illegal
Edmonia Lewis, the first professional African-American sculptor, was born in Ohio or New York in 1843 or 1845. Her father was a free African-American and her mother Mississauga Ojibwe.
Orphaned before she was five, Lewis lived with her mother’s people until she was twelve years old. Lewis’s older brother, Sunrise, a gold miner in California, financed his sister’s early schooling in Albany, and also helped her to attend Oberlin College in Ohio in 1859.
Her career was interrupted when accused of poisoning, and although acquitted of the charge, she had to endure a highly publicized trial but also a severe beating by white vigilantes where she was left for dead.
Subsequently accused of stealing art supplies and not permitted to graduate from Oberlin, she traveled to Boston and established herself as a professional artist, studying with a local sculptor and creating portraits of famous antislavery heroes. Moving to Rome in 1865, she became involved with a group of American women sculptors and began to work in marble.
In addition to creating portrait heads, Lewis sculpted biblical scenes and figural works dealing with her Peoples and the oppression of Black people.
Most of Lewis’s sculptures have not survived. Portrait busts of abolitionists and patrons such as Anna Quincy Waterston, and subjects depicting her dual African-American and Native American ancestry were her specialty.
One of Edmonia Lewis’ works: Hiawatha’s Marriage, 1868. Marble; 29.5″ x 13.125″ x 13.125″. Montgomery Museum of Fine Arts, Montgomery, Alabama.
Indian Combat, 1868. Marble; 30″ x 19″ x 14.3125″. The Cleveland Museum of Art, Cleveland, Ohio.
Old Arrow Maker, 1872. Marble; 21.5″ x 13.625 x 13.375″. Smithsonian American Art Museum. Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington, DC.
Little is available by way of documentation of Lewis’s early life, but the 19th-century press supplied a gripping narrative of her early years. Orphaned as a girl, she was “reared among the Indians” — her mother’s Ojibwe relations — and given the name Wildfire. She studied at Oberlin [where she would take her English name], but a claim that she had poisoned two students with Spanish Fly led her to cease her studies prematurely. Then she turned up in Boston, where the progressive whites who had been abolitionists before the Civil War arranged for her to be mentored by a local sculptor. Sales of a bust of Robert Gould Shaw, which she created in 1864, funded a one-way ticket to Europe, where she would spend the rest of her life. She eschewed the habit, common among her contemporaries, of using Italian artisans to do the actual marble-carving. Comparatively few of her works survive.
A 1901 census record revealed to Richardson that Edmonia Lewis had relocated from Rome to London, and subsequent research, with the aid of UK lawyer Scott Varland, uncovered Lewis’s will and burial records. Lewis died in Hammersmith Infirmary, in London, of Bright’s disease, a chronic and excruciating kidney ailment. From there, she was taken to the cemetery at Harrow Road.
In her will, Lewis identified herself as a “Spinster and Sculptor.” She asked for a dark walnut coffin, and that a notice of her death be printed in the Tablet, a British Roman Catholic publication. The resulting announcement — a curt sentence fragment — made no mention of her myriad accomplishments, and did not reach those who sought her across the sea. Until, over a century later, it found Richardson.
Richardson sees her research as part and parcel with the efforts of other black women scholars: after all, she noted, Alice Walker found Zora Neale Hurston’s grave, “out in the long grass.” “So I’ve become a cemetery sleuth,” she told me.
Until recently, the grave was unmarked: a slab of stone flush with the earth, overgrown with moss, one among many in the stone forest of St. Mary’s. Last year, however, the town where Lewis was born chose to reclaim its native daughter.
Restoring Edmonia Lewis’s grave in London and re-establishing her legacy:
as the town historian, which is how she (Bobbie Reno) first heard about Edmonia Lewis. She was so taken by the story that she decided to write and illustrate a book about Lewis — and discovered the stark fact of her unmarked grave.
Since then, Reno has taken up the cause — and, with the help of some crowdfunding, completed the task that Richardson began. With the permission of St. Mary’s Cemetery’s stewards, Reno set up a GoFundMe to hire a UK firm and create the grave marker.
Today, grave C350 is newly distinguished. Now, on black marble, a woman’s name is picked out in gold letters: “Edmonia Lewis, Sculptor, 1844-1907.”
This is good to know!
I posted last year about Lewis’ monument, Hygieia, Greek goddess of goddess of health, cleanliness, and health regimens, sculpted to mark the grave of Harriot Kezia Hunt (November 9, 1805 – January 2, 1875), the first female physician to practice medicine in Boston, located at Mount Auburn Cemetery, Cambridge, Massachusetts, here.
Loki is the Philosopher King 