ramblingsofamoonwatcher:

sarahmongie:

fandomearth:

In the Unfinished Tales it is mentioned that Sindarin and Silvan elves living in Mirkwood were mostly illiterate. Therefore, Oropher, Thranduil and Legolas did not know how to read or write in Tengwar script.

And then it just clicked. That is the reason Legolas doesn’t say anything about the text at the gates of Moria in FOTR. Why? Because even through it is in elvish, it is written in Feanorian characters, Tengwar.

So then everyone is staring at Legolas, who is probably mortified because nobody is supposed to know that he and his father, the great elvenking, are illiterate. Gandalf knows and so he just reads the script, trying not to laugh at his horrified expression.

Also to add:

“When the Noldor rebelled and came to Middle-earth, they adapted their writing for the new languages they learned. Quanta Sarmë was used for languages where the tehtar were not useful which could have been the origin for the Mode of Beleriand.”

This is super interesting!! Perhaps I will need to look further into this and alter Hithfaeril’s character. I love the idea.

Alright, from a purely historical perspective, widespread literacy only became a thing after the invention of the printing press. Because otherwise, written material took so much time and effort to produce there really wasn’t anything to read even if you could invest months, if not years of resources and lost income from not working into learning.

And I think it helps that I grew up in a country that could only reasonably be considered ‘developed’ or ‘industrialised’ in the last 45-ish years? Because even now, most people know at least one person who is maybe semi-literate at best. Illiteracy and poor education is not alien to me. I’m Y2k spawn, and even my paternal grandmother was illiterate. My paternal aunts would never have been literate if the law hadn’t forced my grandparents to send them to school. Literacy really wasn’t that much of a universal, essential skill until maybe the last century or two at most in human history.

Information was passed orally, though, through songs and rhyme and sheer repetition, and if that’s your only source of information, you can bet your brain is going to retain it like nothing else purely because there isn’t much else to retain. Even better if, like an Elf, your brain is built to handle presumably infinite amounts of information due to your infinite lifespan.

tl;dr literacy as a vital and common skill is a very recent thing and realistically, probably isn’t too essential for the pre-Industrial Revolution, seemingly pre-printing press Elves.

popculturebrain:

Adam Ellis is either a genius horror storyteller or in grave, grave danger.

From a semi-religious Chinese perspective (we deal with the departed all the time, though out of respect to Hungry Ghost Month I will refrain from elaborating until 20 September):

1) Request politely, respectfully, that David leave. Wish him well and to be peaceful and ask him to please leave. Some who are just bored actually will leave. If he doesn’t, proceed.

2) Get holy water and a lot of small crystal containers, preferably covered. Fill and seal the containers and place them on either side of your room door, at points along your window, and don’t put them too far apart. This should prevent him from entering your room.

3) Put up protective and good luck symbols of whatever faith you subscribe to.

4) If there is a mirror facing your bed, remove it.

5) Remove the skulls, probably.

6) Flush the toilets to get rid of negative energy.

7) Light incense or burn sage or whatever is relevant in all the rooms, saying prayers as you move throughout them and keeping your eyes straight ahead, ignoring anything you might possibly see in your peripheral vision. ALL of the rooms, toilets and tiny spaces under the stairs included.

8) If all else fails, request that your local faith leader (or sufficiently religious person) come in to help. If you by some fluke live in an area with a Buddhist or Taoist temple, great! I can tell you firsthand that both faiths are extremely used to ghosts both benevolent and not so.

driftinglightofthewoods:

otakusteve:

ridiculouslyphotogenicsinosaurus:

cyfymech:

bazeholdmybeer:

emmersdrawberry:

amusementofaprincess:

scifigrl47:

ladychaoticka:

prettyspaceprnce:

idjitproofwings:

faedreamer:

fearlessjones:

thehardveneer:

vanpocalypse:

give-pete-a-chance:

cattyfantastic:

tbridge:

cutlerish:

tikkunolamorgtfo:

katheo-enderheart:

here-comes-napsttaton:

the90sfreshestdude:

omg-humor:

???? Far away, hot, everything wants to kill me.

Historical place without anyone liking history because they’re too busy being rich assholes

the “weird” corner of northeast america

cows

Where David Cameron fucked a pig.

On a sound between two mountain ranges.

West of the Chesapeake, between two rivers. It’s not a fucking swamp, it’s a plain.

Cabrillo, Scripps, Horton and Spreckels.

Lawyers, guns, and money.

Heroin, guns, murder, crabs, and John Waters.

Uffda.

cacti, unbearable heat, scorpions 🦂

the wooooorst cheetoh is basically my neighbor.

Cheesesteaks, liberty bell, declaration of independence, heroin

Frank Sinatra sang a song about it.

Beavers, trees and lumberjacks

Where the Lowells talk only to Cabots, and the Cabots talk only to God.

The land without the letter “R”

Wintery Hell. Pothole capitol. Corn.

Strawberries, beach, barbecue, rain is a myth

Rain, coffee, hatred.

Fake tan, vajazzles, misery

The land of tulips and windmills, hookers and weed

Mostly a flat pancake aside from some hills in the south, rain, and people complaining for the sake of complaining

We ban chewing gum and drugs.

sapphic-matriarchy:

did-you-kno:

There’s an old legend that a birthmark
or defect indicates the spot where you
received a fatal wound in your past life.
In some cultures, people mark their dead
with soot or paste so they can recognize
them when they are reborn, which has
inspired several researchers to spend
their lives documenting hundreds of case
studies that allegedly reflect this belief. Source Source 2 Source 3

Put how you died in the tags