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truly never getting over the greatest loss streaming services caused: the disappearance of DVD special features. behind the scenes, bloopers, deleted scenes, commentaries, I will never forget you, I will never stop missing you.

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Ace Gil-galad! Another ig request💜

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one of my favourite genres of character is , specifically a doctor or scientist who is So deeply evil coded but they're a member of the good guy team & actively helping. & theyre not even a reformed villain theyre just like that. going hehehehehee in their dark scary lab while developing an device that will actually help a lot of people

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was referring to a book i own and i said “i have it on book”

is it so over for me

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Sunrise 🌅

Unfinished art I made of Findekano. I completely forgot I made it... I just found it in my folders of uhh November?….lol….

Him ✨✨✨

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Thalo was and unabashedly still is a mama’s girl

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I feel like the reason certain dog-lovers insist cats are evil is because they read their body language as if they were dogs. So here’s a very basic guide to common “mean” things cats do that actually aren’t mean at all if you know what they’re thinking.

Rolling and exposing belly- attacks you when touched Does not mean: Give belly rubs! - haha I tricked you!  Actually means: I’m playful! If you reach for my belly I’ll grab your arm and bite it because I think we’re playfighting! 

Lazily exposing belly - still attacks when touched Does not mean: tricked you again! Actually means: I’m showing you my belly because I trust you. Please don’t break that trust by invading my personal space. I might accept a belly rub if I’m not ticklish and I know you well. Snapping at you while being pet Does not mean: I suddenly decided I dislike you! Actually means: You’re petting me in a way that gives me too much restless energy. Please focus on petting my head and shoulders instead of stroking the full length of my back next time.

Is in the same room but makes no attempt to interact Does not mean:  I’m ignoring you Actually means: We’re hanging out! I’m being respectful by giving you space while still enjoying your company. Slapping/scratching your hand when you try to pet them Does not mean: I hate you! Actually means: You’ve failed to establish that we’re not playing, or the way you’re approaching me scares me. Be calmer, speak more gently, make eye-contact and blink slowly at me before you try again.

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Guards! Guards!

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Your art is absolutely gorgeous, your expressions are soooo good!! I am in love with your Maeglin, he is absolutely perfect and beautiful and pathetic and I love it!

Aww thank you <3 He is the character that most naturally comes to me because at this point I have his design down!

here have a little Maeglin 'chibi' ! He's sulking because Idril probably told him something like 'black washes you out'.

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poor old vimes, here in gutter

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There is not a shred of doubt in my mind that somewhere in Ankh-Morpork, Sam Vimes has a drag king impersonater

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Assasin guy I love you...

Like two days ago I had a few vodka cocktails and I got super emotional about a guy who's just words on a page and my own imagination and i filled out an entire sketch book page with just Artemis Entreri

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Stay With Me

Written based on #130 from the prompt list posted here.

“I’ll stay while you sleep. Nothing’s gonna happen while I’m here, okay?”

Pairing: Maedhros & Fingon Rated: T Tags: Referenced canon trauma/torture, hurt/comfort

The fire outside the tent crackled low, a soft sizzle in the damp air. Rain tapped against the canvas above them in a rhythm that should’ve been soothing, but Maedhros was sitting upright on the edge of the cot like sleep was a predator lurking just out of sight.

His long hair was unbraided, falling in tangles over his shoulder, half-shadowing the hollowed curve of his cheekbone. Fingon had tried to convince him to lie down twice already. Once gently. The second time with an arched eyebrow and the pointed reminder that even a son of Fëanor would not be immune to collapse.

Neither had worked.

Maedhros sat still, rigid as carved stone, his remaining hand clenched in the blanket beside him. The stump of his right arm, carefully bandaged, rested in his lap. His skin was pale, drawn tight with pain and something deeper, something quiet, clawing, and old. A memory still bleeding.

Fingon knelt beside the cot.

"You're exhausted," he said softly, brushing a loose strand of hair away from Maedhros’ face. “You need to sleep.”

Maedhros turned toward him, but didn’t meet his gaze. His eyes were far away- still chained to the cliffs, Fingon thought bitterly, even now.

"I can't," Maedhros said hoarsely. “Every time I close my eyes I’m there again. I feel-” His breath caught, “-the wind. The iron. The silence.”

Fingon’s throat ached as he swallowed back the emotions that wanted to escape at that confession. He pressed his hand gently over Maedhros’, grounding them both. “You’re here now,” he said. “You’re safe. And you’re not alone.”

Maedhros didn’t respond, but he didn’t pull away either.

With slow, deliberate care, Fingon sat on the floor beside where Maedhros was sitting, cross-legged. He leaned his shoulder lightly against the edge of the cot.

“I’ll stay,” he said. “While you sleep. Nothing’s going to happen while I’m here. I swear it.”

Maedhros looked at him then. Just looked- like he was trying to see through time, through the weight of a thousand sleepless nights. Then, without a word, he lay back onto the cot. The motion was stiff, almost reluctant, but it was something. A beginning.

The fingers of his remaining hand unfurled slightly, brushing against Fingon’s sleeve as if to check he was real.

Fingon caught it in his own and held it, warm and steady.

Outside, the rain kept falling. Inside, for the first time in years, Maedhros slept through the night without waking.

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was talking to a coworker and realised i could not for the life of me remember his name but i was too embarrassed to ask because we've spoken multiple times so mid-conversation i started concocting a plan to nudge the conversation towards the ID photos on our building passes so that i could be like oh my ID photo is awful haha the camera they use to take these has a real talent for making me look as unphotogenic as possible and then he would say oh yes me too haha everyone says that (because they do) and then i would be able to say well let me see yours it can't be as bad as mine! and he would show me his ID because we are coworkers and why wouldn't he and this would allow me to see his building pass which of course would have his name on it and then i would be able to say well yours is perfectly nice it must be me that's the problem! and then we would have a polite chuckle about it and i would have his name without needing to ask for it and he would be none the wiser and all would be well but then before i could execute this fine plan a little voice in my head went "so this is some light yagami bull shit you are about to pull" which was such a violent reality check it shocked me completely out of my embarrassment and i went "hey im so sorry your name has slipped my mind could you remind me" and he did and it was fine.

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If you come in you don’t have to come out

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Two Half-Kings and a Full Lake Between

In the aftermath of their tumultuous arrival in Beleriand, Maglor has scarcely managed to hold together the bruised and splintering House of Fëanor and their Sindarin allies. Then, the Sun's first rising brings with it Fingolfin’s host of Ice-hardened Noldor, hungry for retribution. With battered hearts and fraying minds, the two half-kings must navigate fragile relations even as they face the impossible task of reuniting the Noldor under a single leader.

Join @polutrope and me for this Mithrim drama fest for @silmarillionepistolary. All chapters are now up!

Cover art by the brilliant @myceliumelium Read on AO3

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Brotherly grave Wanted to do something with a bit more thought behind it