marianne. twenty-five. born and raised in ireland, living in oxford. still waiting for my letter from hogwarts and/or my dormant superpowers to manifest. expect lotr, adventure time, avatar: the last airbender & legend of korra, pokémon, samurai jack, game of thrones, big barda, young justice, teen titans, studio ghibli, zelda, tea, tattoos, bears, owls, and the finest cats the internet has to offer. anything else, you can just ask
(the patriarchy is a) massive hassle - this is where I keep my writing and feminism
fuck yeah fictional maps - this is where I keep ALL OF THE MAPS
i hate this website
"Irish is a form of English"
j e s u s fucking christ
irish is a people gaelic is a language stop being rude is my favourite
"Technically it’s celtic"
I just want to scoop up the poor language and take it away from the internet where no one can hurt it ever again.
she had curves in all the right places, and all the left places, also, and in places forgotten by time, and in places known only by dwarven scholars
The curves betrayed Isildur, to his death. And some curves that should not have been forgotten were lost. History became legend, legend became myth. And for two and a half thousand years, those curves passed out of all knowledge.
There older and fouler things than curves in the deep places of the women.