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For the last time. A bear is a FAT hairy man. FAT. FAT. Say it with me because it's not a bad word. Bears are fat men. Stop showing me dehydrated and muscular hairy white men. That is not a bear. That is some generic white guy I don't want to look at. Give me real bears or give me death.
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at some point in a digital artist's life, it will be gripped with an urge to start drawing backgrounds. this is awesome but also the biggest scariest moment of an artist's life and is equivalent to a fledgling launching itself out of the nest for the first time
spiritually, pre-launch grace is a twig to me. but the infinitely funnier option is that he has amassed gosling levels of brawn because he still frequently gets pissed off at his students and coworkers and his primary anger management strategy is gym. he can swallow it down but only for so long. and if his routine gets interrupted for whatever reason the other teaching staff will eventually notice and someone will pull him aside and go "hey not to be insensitive but youre being kind of a bitch. unrelated question, when was the last time you punched stuff recreationally?"
I still think it’s so hilarious that dr Ryland “it’s a small to medium whoop” Grace got sheepish when people were impressed at the astrophage propulsion demonstration. It’s not even that he’s nonchalant he just genuinely thinks that people won’t be impressed with his work. Self doubt so strong that he downplays melting a metric ton of metal in 5 seconds for fun
idont really know if 'voice in the back of ur head that tells you those thoughts sound like Disorder style thoughts' is a proper coping mechanism But. it does help,,?
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Las cuevas de Nargothrond están húmedo y triste en las zonas no son completas, adicionalmente en las minas y los fundiciónes grises—La cuidad siempre está creciendo, como un animal, no, un moho—pero estas lugares están el refugio de Curufin de los rayos de Finrod. Finrod, el sol del este tribunal; el rey de el idea de seguridad con escudos solomente, el mártir quien ha sido arrastrado en el sangre de su emparentados como el resto de ellos. Curufin le odia él con todo de su corazón. Quiere matar Finrod, tirar él en el piso azulejado así que pueda ver su pelo rubdio se echaba como las puntas del sol y atenuar su luce con sus manos. Abjos los, su respiración se desvanecerá y Curufin finalmente será libre.
La metalla bajo el martillo de Curufin—oro—es más radiante que su odio. Las chispas les recordan a Curufin que él es sometido de Finrod. Su vida depende sobre la generosidad de esto rey. Además, Curufin conoce que hay es un sadismo que está un parte de la alma de Finrod. Él es el grandisimo amenaza para la seguridad de su familia. Por lo tanto Curufin dice nada y solomente mirar él con todo de su rabia de pie al margen cuando lo está esperando morder a él. Sin embargo, es suficientemente sensato saber que no testear el paciencia de Finrod.
Pero, lo quiere. Siempre lo quiere. (Quiere besar a él muy duro que el mundo con sus reglas y su soberbida desaparecerá con el dulzura de los labios de Finrod). Es su podrida alma que causa este tormento, este detestable-dulce sueños de besos como paz que están mezclado con sangre y empalagaso veneno. Curufin está siente para su padre porque este ejemplo de el mundo dañado se ha infectado; él se ha infectado. Y oh, la infectción es como la luce de los Dos Arbols--perfectción sin igual-- y Curufin desea dejar el fiebre continuar así que lo se puede arrastrar abajo en sus flamas.
Excepto el juramento tiene su corazón es sus manos, y su amor para su padre, quien es el Dio de Curufin, es más importante que estos ridículos deseos. Nadie es más importante a Curufin. (Especialmente el noldorense-telerinse mostruosidad que es el cruel rey. Y este es la verdad, él es cruel. Su ojos que buscan para los de Curufin y sonreín a él; sus manos que sujetan su cintura suavemente, su respiración--todo es atroz. Sus palabras son el peor de todos porque las ponen Curufin en cadenas llamaban preguntas. Las palabras del fin, destino, libre albedrío, amor, culpa, la possibilidad de huir. (Curufin no quiere huir, hay nada a huir de. Él está bien con el fin del juramento y cuando lo se llevará a. Eso es la verdad Finrod. Eso es la verdad. ¡ESO ES LA VERDAD!)
Finrod es cruel y Curufin está enfermo. Hay no capacidad a luchar contra la manera el Melodía había hecho ellos o sus decisiónes. Así que cuando Finrod se llama, como las mareas a la luna, Curufin segirá a su fin, el destruction de todo que ellos amor, la cama de con sábanas teñía rojo con sangre y sus labios que saben a todo que Curufin odia sobre él mismo.
(Traducción en inglés abajo)
The caves of Nargothrond are humid and dreary in the incomplete areas, additionally in the grey mines and forges--The city is always growing, like a animal, no, a mold--but these places are Curufin's refuge from Finrod's rays. Finrod, the sun of this court; the king of the idea of safety with shields only, the martyr who has been dragged in the blood of his kin like the rest of them. Curufin hates him with all of his heart. He wants to kill him, to throw him on the tiled floor so that he can see his blond hair splayed out like the spikes of the sun and dim his light with his hands. Under them his breath will fade and Curufin will finally be free.
The metal under Curufin's hammer--gold--is brighter than his hatred. The sparks remind him that he is Finrod's subject. His life depends on the generosity of this king. Additionally, Curufin knows that there is un cruelty that is a part Finrod's soul. He is the greatest threat to the safety of his family. Therefore Curufin says nothing and only watches him with all of his rage standing to the side where it is waitinng to bite him. However, he is wise enough to know to not test Finrod's patience.
But, he wants to do so. He always wants to do it. (He wants to kiss him so hard that the world and it's rules will fade away with the softness of Finrod's lips). It is his rotten soul that causes this torment, this sickening-sweet dreams of kisses like peace that are mixed with blood and cloying venom. Curufin is sorry for his father because this example of the marred word has infected him; He has infected him. And oh, the infection is like the light of the Two Trees--perfection beyond comparison--and Curufin wishes to let the fever continue so that it can drag him under into it's flames.
Except the oath has his heart in its hands and his love for his father, who is Curufin's god, is more important than those foolish desires. No one is more important to Curufin. (Especially the noldorian-telerian monstrosity that is the cruel king. And this is the truth, he is cruel. His eyes that search for Curufin's own and smile; his hands that grasp his waist gently, his breaths--all are terrible. His words are the worst of all because they trap Curufin in chains called questions. The questions are about the end, fate, free will, love, fault, the possibility of escape. (Curufin doesn't want to run away, there's nothing to run from. He is fine with the end of the oath and where it will take him to. That is the truth Finrod. That is the truth. THAT IS THE TRUTH!)
Finrod is cruel and Curufin is sick. There is no ability to fight against the way the Theme made them or their choices. Therefore when Finrod calls him, like the tides to the moon, Curufin will follow: to their end, the destruction of all they love, the bed with sheets dyed red with blood and his lips that taste like all that Curufin hates about himself.
due to how legendary he becomes on Erid as the saviour of their planet (and how his form is otherworldly, incomprehensible, and frankly a bit gross) I wonder if Eridians say "Ryland Grace" in the same way one might use "Jesus Christ" as an exclamation. and then I wonder how Rocky might react to this.
i am ☝️ not an aroace perv i do not have a ❌ horny sideblog i have no 💢 sex drive i don't experience arousal 🚫 i'm tired of people assumingi'm sorry is that bigfoot?
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Mf every time I see redhead/black-haired elves I’m like. Is that russingon or angbang. Usually I can tell on account of people tend to draw Fingon black or brown but like. Girl. Some of them draw him white
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