From the River to the Sea until Palestine is Free

reblog if you love ao3 exactly how it is and you don’t want it to “update” or change in any way♡

One ring to float them all

one of the funniest parts in Fellowship will always be when Aragorn approaches the hobbits at the Prancing Pony and he asks them "but how are you sure that I'm not a spy from Sauron sent to lead you astray" and Frodo's response is "Well I think a servant of Sauron would look hotter than you but have worse vibes" to which Aragorn responds "So I look like shit but I passed your vibe check, is that it?" and nobody denies it

love the end of the two towers where gandalf looks into the sunset talking bout "yea frodo had to go it alone it was his destiny and there is no changing it he will be ok 😌✨" and aragorn is like "sam went with him btw" and gandalf is like "oh fuck thank god"

like to charge, reblog to cast.

he's just a kid on a road trip, he's doing his best!

I was rewatching the return of the king and I didn't notice until now but as soon as Aragorn takes the palantir, Legolas appears right behind and grabs him. He even goes down with him to cushion the fall and when Aragorn's up he still linger by his side to make sure he's okay. But I already knew that the thing that caught my attention is that all of this is happening WHILE PIPPIN IS FULL ON COMATOSE AND ACTIVELY DYING TWO FEET AWAY FROM THEM

our teachers in our last year used to ENCOURAGE us to make cheat sheets cuz we just learned what we wanted to cheat on anyway so we never had to use them. worked like a charm.

I have a coworker who knows the exact prices any type of letter or package cost in whatever year you give him (literally can go up to him and says "small package in 1969 and he'll just know) and we use it to compare how much prices have changed for the mail once in a while

Could you imagine being Sherlock’s client though? You go to this random man’s house, he invites his mate who you don’t know to listen in, says he can tell you rode your bike there because your shoes have three (3) splashes of a specific type of mud on them, he then looks like he falls asleep on the couch while you’re telling your deepest trauma, then farts around your garden for a while before accusing your uncle by saying he has a secret pet monkey or something. And you know what the best part is? He’s right

in a way john watson is a fantasy (what if you had this brilliant enigmatic friend and what if he liked you in particular and what if he offered you the excitement of youth and adventures and a way out of boring society life and all without having to actually give up your status as a gentleman so you could have the best of both worlds) and in a way sherlock holmes is a fantasy (what if someone never got tired of you despite your various strange habits and mood swings and instead of simply tolerating you they genuinely liked you and what if you didn’t have to live alone forever and what if you never had to give up doing the things you love) and of course there’s the most fantastical part of it all (what if you could afford london housing prices)

Well, famously they can't actually afford London housing, that's the whole reason they met.

The truest fantasy: the roommate you met on Craigslist because you can’t afford rent on your own turns out to be the person you needed in your life.