Are you going to age with grace? Are you going to age without mistakes? Are you going to age with grace? Or only to wake and hide your face. Well… oh, oblivion. Is calling out your name. You always take it further, than I ever can. Sophie Turner in Bastille’s ‘Oblivion’ (2014)
"All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages." - William Shakespeare
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"He sees what kind of man he wants to be, too. He wants to be strong, and brave, and a hero, but not the kind that rides around on a white horse. He wants to be Samwise Gamgee. It’s hard, though, to reconcile the desire to be a humble gardener, when you have a humble gardener. Or, actually, a lawn crew. It’s also hard to be simple when you’re kind of thinky. But he’s got the worrying down pat and the being small and dark and solid (maybe a little too solid he admits—his mom says he’s just padding for a growth spurt, though). If he’s honest, part of the appeal is also having someone tell him what to do. And right now, he imagines what Mr. Frodo would tell him to do, girds his loins and makes the decision to go about the dangerous business of stepping out his door.”
Baby!Blainers reading Lord of the Rings. Fanart for my favourite fic that ever was in existence. Soothing little half hour sketch. Sigh, calming colour palette is calming.