Headcanon theory: Numenoreans are/were Force Sensitive, and those spoken of as having "the blood of Westernesse" still displayed those Force-using traits. Aragorn and Faramir could have been Jedi!

This week the UK has been through a heatwave and it's been really hard to cool down. Normally, I'm too self-conscious to actually dress for the heat unless I'm within my own garden (I'm a big girl) but one morning I just thought fuck it. I walked my dog wearing a short playsuit and left my bra at home too.

I felt really tense at first, kept my head down but when I did start to look around, I realised the old lady across the street wasn't looking at me. The drivers passing in cars weren't looking at me. No one was giving a single shit.

It just made me think. Like, how much of it is in our heads, that people are looking? The 'oh I can't go out wearing this'. I also realised how women were out with similar body shapes to me, wearing summer clothing too.

Now, I'm not saying no one will ever look and judge negatively. There's always going to be assholes but they are the minority.

hey yall! i was tagged by the amazingly talented @primasveraas!! i had a blast making this! basically, on pinterest, search '(your name) core aethetic'a) and then make it into a moodboard. heres mine: (kinda scary how all of these wers under my name but whatever)

We met for dinner last night, and my uncle brought a few documents with him to trace the origins of my surname. I now officially know that it was my 3x great-grandparents who came over from Scotland, and settled in New York State for a few years before that great-great-great-grandmother moved up to Ontario as a widower, and stayed there. And my uncle could confirm that my great-grandfather on this side served in WWI, and lied about his age to enlist (he was 15 when he signed up, and the truth didn't come out until he was wounded in the trenches). Apparently my great-grandmother on that side was Welsh, but I'll have to wait for confirmation details on that (a few German names in the family tree too)! (When my DNA results come in, they'll likely just confirm that my genes all come from Western Europe, strong emphasis on the British Isles. My more-distant ancestors probably fought the English regularly!)

It's fascinating, being able to trace back my roots like this and follow the footsteps of some of my ancestors! They're not just names on a page belonging to people who died in the 1800s -- they're my distant family. It's a little eerie. I know their names, and when they were born, and when they died, but I don't know what they looked like, or what they loved to do as a hobby, or what they were afraid of. Did my great-great grandmother have my chin? Do my eyes come from another ancestor? Given that Mum's parents couldn't sing if their lives depended on it, I'm assuming my ability to sing not-terribly came from Dad's side. Did my love of writing and storytelling come from Mum or Dad's side? How about my tea addiction? Or my artistic abilities?