nelyafinwes:

i slept for 17 hours, during which time i had a dream where i had to describe a scene from the silmarillion in a way that would make people want to read the book and i picked the battle between fingolfin and melkor and described it as:

“okay, so imagine you’ve been depression napping for about a week straight and you wake up in the middle of the night and crab walk to your fridge because you’re so thirsty you could kill your grandma and you see a bunch of ants. just ants all over the goddamn place in your kitchen you grab the can of Raid and a lighter and go to town. you get your drink, you go back to bed. and then a few days later there’s an ant banging on your door screaming at you, calling you all sorts of names because you killed this ant’s family and you’re just like jesus christ, fuck this ant what the hell and you know that you could whoop this ant’s ass but you’re a bit hesitant because the balls on this ant are pure brass. you’re just like, fuck you ant, and then ant bites you a whole bunch but you manage to smash the ant and then a bird flies in the window and fucks your day up. you’re melkor now.”

i lost.