one fandom: the bioware fandom
for a group inhabited by sexist neckbeards prone to whining when they aren’t given a flaw-free, heterosexual gaming experience, there really was no other choice for my favorite fandom. i’ve never given so much of myself and gotten so much in return from anything else. this fandom has opened my eyes to a lot. it’s inspired me to do a lot, to do more, to branch out. and it introduced me to the love of my life via a group dedicated to a dying alien assassin covered in scales. i may not always agree with the decisions bioware makes as a company, but i will never regret buying kotor. i will never regret spending hours on the old bioware boards. i will never regret the tears i put into each game and the amount of times i’ve found myself laughing to myself, alone, in the middle of the night. i’ve created a bond to the characters, to the stories, and to the fans, and it’s one that won’t be broken.
Once upon a time, there was a slightly odd, incongruous little girl, who existed somewhat separate from the rest of the world. An amalgam of interests, she never made much sense - after all, who indulges in princesses and vampires, plays musical theatre with a side of classic rock, falls for knights in armor along with damaged killers in disguise? She kept all her mismatched passions locked up tight, much as she kept herself - quietly hidden away. But while her feet were planted firmly on the ground, her head was always in the clouds, imagination proving to be the best of escapes, sensitive heart beating out the rhythm of emotions she found in everything. And then one day, she tumbled into a place where all of those things could live and breathe and coalesce, where across distances she could suddenly share those inspirations and feelings, where even her own little voice was heard again, where a kaleidoscope of beautifully varied individuals could come together happily. She was still silly and shy and perhaps too delicate, but this place became a haven - and most unexpectedly of all, when things were hardest, those she met there gave her light to last the year. And while the future may continue to be uncertain, that lent strength will remain irreplaceable.
I didn’t intend on doing one of these because I follow so many people that it’s nearly impossible to make a comprehensive list, I always know I’m going to leave someone out - thus I’ll preface this by saying that all of you are wonderful in many different ways. A couple of my other friends here made what they called, “Follower Forever” posts, and I’d like to add that, too - because if you’re following me, you put up with all of my craziness and my varied interests and my propensity for crying too much over fictional characters and my effusive replies to things and my personal posts and, well, just me in general. And it means more than I can say that anyone would willingly stay around for that. So if you’re following me, whether we’ve never spoken at all or we ramble and weep to one another on a regular basis - thank you.
This list is only 1/5th of the blogs I actually follow. If you’re not here it doesn’t mean I appreciate you any less, but these people made this year particularly special, be it because they run flawless blogs or because they reached out specifically with kindness and friendship that helped me through (or a combination of both, in many cases).
I love each and every one of you so much for who you are. Be good to one another, and may 2013 be brighter and full of hope for everyone.
I’m glad to be with you:
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The Lord of the Rings Meme | ten scenes (2/10)
Farewell to Lórien.
This is my favorite fucking scene.
If you’ve read the Silmarillion, you know who Fëanor was. If you don’t, Fëanor was the dickhead who created the Silmarils: three indescribably beautiful and magical jewels that contained the light and essence of the world before it became flawed. They were the catatlyst for basically every important thing that happened in the First Age of Middle Earth.
It is thought that the inspiration for the Silmarils came to Fëanor from the sight of Galadriel’s shining, silver-gold hair.
He begged her three times for single strand of her beautiful hair. And every time, Galadriel refused him. Even when she was young, Galadriel’s ability to see into other’s hearts was very strong, and she knew that Fëanor was filled with nothing but fire and greed.
Fast forward to the end of the Third Age.
Gimli, visiting Lorien, is also struck by Galadriel’s beauty. During the scene where she’s passing out her parting gifts to the Fellowship, Galadriel stops empty-handed in front of Gimli, because she doesn’t know what to offer a Dwarf. Gimli tells her: no gold, no treasure… just a single strand of hair to remember her beauty by.
She gives him three. Three.
And this is why Gimli gets to be an Elf Friend, people. Because Galadriel looks at him and thinks he deserves what she refused the greatest Elf who ever lived—- and then twice that. And because he has no idea of the significance of what she’s just given him, but he’s going to treasure it the rest of his life anyway.
Just look at that smile on Legolas’s face in the last panel. He gets it. He knows the backstory. And I’m pretty sure this is the moment he reconsiders whether Elves and Dwarves can’t be friends after all.
My, would you just look at the time, it’s LotR emotions o’clock.
I…wanted to make a set of gifs of my film for tumblr~ sorry, the film took me so long it’s just really nice to be able to show it off finally ^^;.
Hello new followers! Thanks so much for following >.<~! <3
Edit: Here’s a process/step-by-step on how i did it :).
weeee, thanks for over 9000 reblogssss 8D 8D.
“OTL omg i can’t believe i just said that D;. But thanks guys! and the new followers! <3 <3 <3~!
Check out Qing Han’s wonderfully animated short!
Steve/Thor. Angst. Smut.
Winter comes and Steve is cold. Maybe Thor can warm him up.