Get To Know Me Meme: [5/5] Favourite Characters » Annie Sawyer.
My name is Annie Clare Sawyer. And two years ago I died. But in so many ways that’s when my life began. In the company of horrors, I learned about friendship and loyalty, sacrifice and courage. Humanity isn’t a species. It’s a state of mind. It can’t be defeated. It moves mountains, it saves souls. We were blessed as much as we were cursed. In this little enclave of the lost, I witnessed the very best of being human. We were safe here. While outside, the monsters prowled.
I WAS TRYING TO BE CUTE THEN I LOOKED AT THE WAll LL AND THERE WAS A GIANT FUckING SPIDER ANndso OH MY GOd IT WAS TERRRIFYING
a RRE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS THIS HAS OVER A THOUSAND nOTES???? WHy
THIS IS THE FACE OF TRUE FUCKING TERROR
Omg I’m crying
Reasons why dating a band member would be amazing
- he could play you songs
- you can talk to his fans about him and they wont get annoyed cause they want to know everything
- his band mates can be your best friend
- get free cute candid pictures of you two
- and you wont always see him so each time you can it will be so special
we should all give the utmost respect to organ donors
it takes guts to do what they do
Middle Earth Meme: 3 DEATHS
1) The Fall of Fingolfin
But at the last the King grew weary, and Morgoth bore down his shield upon him. Thrice he was crushed to his knees, and thrice arose again and bore up his broken shield and stricken helm. But the earth was all rent and pitted about him, and he stumbled and fell backward before the feet of Morgoth; and Morgoth set his left foot upon his neck, and the weight of it was like a fallen hill. Yet with his last and desperate stroke Fingolfin hewed the foot with Ringil, and the blood gashed forth black and smoking and filled the pits of Grond.
Thus died Fingolfin, High King of the Noldor, most proud and valiant of the Elven-kings of old. The Orcs made no boast of that duel at the gate; neither do the Elves sing of it, for their sorrow is too deep. Yet the tale of it is remembered still, for Thorondor King of Eagles brought the tidings to Gondolin, and to Hithlum afar off. And Morgoth took the body of the Elven-king and broke it, and would cast it to his wolves; but Thorondor came hasting from his eyrie among the peaks of the Crissaegrim, and he stooped upon Morgoth and marred his face. The rushing of the wings of Thorondor was like the noise of the winds of Manwë, and he seized the body in his mighty talons, and soaring suddenly above the darts of the Orcs he bore the King away. And he laid him upon a mountain-top that looked from the north upon the hidden valley of Gondolin; and Turgon coming built a high cairn over his father. No Orc dared ever after to pass over the mount of Fingolfin or draw nigh his tomb, until the doom of Gondolin was come and treachery was born among his kin. Morgoth went ever halt of one foot after that day, and the pain of his wounds could not be healed; and in his face was the scar that Thorondor made.
- Of the Ruin of Beleriand and the Fall of Fingolfin, Quenta Silmarillion
Idk, i’m just kind of used to be only background noise