My son wanted to know what would happen if an Ent got the One Ring. Something violent, probably.
Stones will break, and roots will squeeze, vines will grow and bend all knees; mushrooms hunt and thorns yoke; weeds strangle and flowers choke. The age of skin is done. The hour of bark is come. Baruuum.
LOL ITS ALMOST 6 AM AND I HAVENT GONE TO SLEEP YET AHAHAHAH I MISS DRAWING THESE LITTLE SHITS GODDAMMIT
I WILL ALWAYS COME BACK TO SOULMAKA
Pippin’s Song; requested by one-ring-to-loki-them-all
I will never get over the inequality that men’s jackets have inside pockets and women’s jackets don’t.
I have nowhere to put my sonic screwdriver.
or my fake fbi badge
Or my pocket magnifying glass
or my wand
or my psychic paper
Or my precious
I lost it at my precious
so did smeageol
Raise your hand if you used to play with these things for hours and if you came across them again you would still play with them for hours.
WE HAVE A BUCKET OF THESE SOMEWHERE IN MY HOUSE idk where BUT I WANT TO FIND THEM
That the brightest flame burns quickest.
Which means you saw us as a candle.
And I saw us as the sun.
|—||Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via icy-brunette)|